Lost and Found (Masters & Mercenaries: The Forgotten #2)(54)

“It makes you perfect.” Perfect for him. He hoped her date tomorrow was some buttoned-up, completely vanilla, never-thought-of-sinking-his-cock-into-her-arse bastard of a man. He let go of that line of thinking because it wasn’t going to happen. “And a sub as perfect as you deserves a treat after her discipline.”

He sank his fingers inside, his thumb finding her already ripe and ready to go clitoris. She shook in his arms as he fucked her with his fingers, his free hand cupping her breast and holding her against his chest. It didn’t take long before he felt her come around his fingers. The spanking had her primed.

He knew he should play with her longer, show her how much control he had. But he couldn’t stand it one more second. He had to get inside her or he was going to lose his mind. He’d meant to have her completely undress him, but he didn’t care now.

“Grip the couch again,” he ordered. “And spread your legs for me.”

“Yes, Owen.” There was a smile in those words, a deliriously happy smile.

He’d made the doctor purr like a happy kitten. He’d done that. No one else. He pulled on his belt, his hands shaking like he was some teen and this was his first time. It took effort to find the condoms he had in his wallet and roll one on. His dick was so hard he worried the minute he touched the damn thing he might go off. It didn’t. His cock knew exactly what it wanted. He shoved his slacks down, not bothering to take them off. He needed her too badly.

He was out of control, but if she was worried it didn’t show. She turned her head back, her eyes still soft.

“One of these days, I’m going to see that cock, you know,” she promised. She wiggled her arse his way. “But not this second. Fuck me, Owen. I want to feel you inside me.”

That was an invitation he would never refuse. Not from her. He moved in between her legs and lined up his cock. She was perfectly wet and ready for him, and still it was a delicious fight to get inside her.

She was tight around him, and he gripped her hips to steady himself as he slowly impaled her on his cock. Her back flattened and she pushed against him as her hands gripped the side of the couch.

“You feel so good,” she said on a shuddering breath.

Good didn’t begin to cover it. He forced his cock in until he couldn’t go any further and he held himself still against her, letting her heat surround him, suffuse him.

She wriggled, tempting him to move. He dragged his cock back out and thrust in again. She moved in perfect time with him, catching the rhythm quickly.

He fucked her hard, reveling in the way she took everything he gave her. The orgasm hit him like a flash fire. It poured through him and he held on to her as she shook and called out his name for the third damn time that night.

He staggered back and she managed to stand up and turn. She was stunningly gorgeous, obviously flushed from sex.

And he had his pants around his ankles, a condom still on his softening cock.

She simply smiled his way. “If this is how you play, Owen, count me in. Let’s go to the bedroom for the next round. And I swear I’m getting you out of your clothes this time.”

She turned and began to lead him to the back of the apartment.

He pulled up his damn pants and practically ran after her.

So much for being the one in control.





Chapter Ten





Becca came awake to the heavenly smell of coffee. She felt a grin slide across her face. It was coffee she didn’t have to make herself, and she so wasn’t organized enough to have a preset coffeemaker. Nope. There was a Scottish sex god making coffee in her kitchen, and if she was lucky, he didn’t have on any pants.

A shaft of sunlight filtered in, warming her face. It was the kind of thing that would normally annoy her since she would have been up late going over reports and Sunday was the only day she allowed herself to sleep in. But she didn’t want to sleep in today. Not unless Owen was cuddled around her.

After they’d made love again, this time in an actual bed, he’d ordered pizza and they’d shared a bottle of wine and watched an old movie on TV before he’d turned it off. He’d given her that look she was starting to understand meant he was in charge again and then the things he’d done to her body…

She opened her eyes and ran her hand over the place where he’d lain beside her the night before. She’d never had anyone in this bed with her.

She’d liked it far too much.

But why shouldn’t she? They’d laid out all the rules. They would be together when they were together, and when they weren’t they were both adults and free to do whatever they like.

It was a logical arrangement. It was precisely what she wanted.

Yep. That’s what she wanted. She wasn’t going to fall for the whole relationship thing again. It didn’t work. This was the best way to deal with her physical needs. A casual relationship where she enjoyed the men in her life and she didn’t become some puppy hanging on every word he said.

“Becca? Becca, are you awake?”

She was up and out of bed in a heartbeat, grabbing for her robe. “I’m coming.”

She slowed down because she hadn’t meant to do that. She hadn’t meant for her heart to race at the very sound of his voice, and she definitely hadn’t meant for every cell in her body to seem to come alive at the thought of seeing him.