Into the Fury (BOSS, Inc. #1)(68)

Val turned to the man still standing next to the table, who was every bit as angry as Ethan. “Good night, Jason. Thank you for the lovely supper.”

Stern didn’t say a word as she turned and walked out of the suite.

Neither did Ethan. Not a single word till they were back at the Four Seasons in her own suite of rooms, the door firmly closed behind them. Val didn’t have to wait long for the explosion she knew was certain to come.





“What the hell did you think you were doing?” His dark glare hadn’t lessened since they’d left the St. Regis.

“I was getting information,” Val said. “I was trying to help you.”

He didn’t seem to hear her. “That slimy bastard. I can still smell his cologne on you. Five more minutes and I’d have jerked him up from the table and knocked his pretty white-capped teeth down his throat.”

She rested her palm on Ethan’s chest, hoping to calm him, felt the too-rapid beating of his heart. “You were there. I knew I was safe.”

He grabbed her hand and turned it over, stared down at the place Jason had kissed. “I hated watching him touch you. I hated seeing him put his mouth on you. If you’re going to carry a man’s scent, it’s going to be mine.”

Val gasped as he hauled her against him and his mouth crushed down over hers. It was a hard kiss, and demanding, a reminder that she was his, not Jason Stern’s. She gripped his shoulders just to stay on her feet, whimpered as he buzzed her zipper down and shoved the black dress off her shoulders.

Ethan unhooked the black lace bra she wore underneath, tossed it away, and filled his hands with her breasts. He lifted and stroked them, tongued them as if he owned them, slid his palms down over her hips to cup her bottom and pull her against his rigid sex. He tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

“I don’t know where this thing between us is going, but as long as we’re together, you’re mine. I won’t share you. And you won’t be going to any more meetings with Jason Stern.”

He framed her face between his hands and kissed her, holding her in place as he ravished her mouth. Heat and need poured through her, and hot, wet desire. She could feel his heavy arousal, feel his barely leashed anger, held in check only by his iron control. He was a man’s man, a true alpha male. When he possessed a woman, she belonged to him.

She should have found the notion offensive. She was an independent woman who had been on her own for years. Instead, she felt desired in a way she never had been before.

When the long kiss ended, she reached down and caught his hand, kicked off her black high heels, and led him through the bedroom into the bathroom. He wanted Stern’s scent gone? Well, so did she.

The bathroom was huge, black-and-white marble with a big Roman tub and a monster shower with multiple heads. Catching her intent, Ethan locked the bathroom door while Val turned on the water. Ethan shrugged out of his blazer and tossed it over the vanity stool, took off his shoulder holster and laid it on the marble counter.

Val watched as he pulled his black T-shirt off over his head and stripped off his jeans, appreciated the view of his amazing, hard-muscled body. There was a scar on his shoulder she had noticed before. She’d ask about it later.

Ethan tossed a foil packet up on the ledge in the shower, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. And dear God, the man could kiss.

By the time he’d finished, she was mindless and quivering, her black hip-hugger panties missing, her hairpins gone, her heavy curls loose around her shoulders.

Ethan lifted her into the shower, setting her on her feet beneath the warm spray, then stepped in behind her and closed the thick glass door. Soaping his hands, he began to lather her all over, reaching around to coat her breasts with thick white suds, gliding his palms around the fullness.

She moaned as he reached down and soaped her sex, soaped her back and bottom. In seconds he had her panting, nearing the edge of climax.

“Put your palms on the wall,” he commanded, nipping the side of her neck as he continued his relentless soapy assault.

Val trembled. Hot and achy, she leaned over and rested her hands on the smooth, slick marble. Moving behind her, Ethan nudged her legs apart, gripped her hips, and slid himself deeply inside.

“Mine,” he whispered as he began to move, easy at first, giving her time to adjust to him, then driving deep, taking her hard, sending her into a climax that drenched her in pleasure and totally rocked her world.

She’d explain about Stern later, she thought vaguely as she began to drift down, tell him what Jason had said. But the thought slipped away as Ethan kept moving, as her body tightened again, and she tumbled into pleasure once more.





Chapter Twenty-Six



“Tell me again what Stern said last night while you were cock teasing him across the table.”

Val flushed, soft pink rising in her cheeks. “I wasn’t. . . . I told you, I was trying to help you. I was trying to get information, and maybe it even worked. He certainly sounded like he knew something about the murder.”

Sitting at the dining table in the suite, Ethan took a drink of coffee. He’d almost finished his room-service breakfast of bacon, eggs, hash browns, and toast. In the chair across from him, Val sat picking at a toasted bagel and eating an occasional bite of fruit.

He tried not to think how pretty she looked with the faint blush still in her cheeks.