Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Come for me, Fox. Show me how good this is, how good I’ve made you feel, how willing you are to do whatever I say.”
I cried out as I came. The force of it would’ve brought me to my knees if I hadn’t been lying across the bed. Spots of color swirled in front of me as darkness closed in. Shit, I’d never passed out from coming before.
“Turn over,” Darren ordered.
“What?” There was no way in hell I was capable of movement.
“Turn over on your back. I want to come on you, and I want you to watch.”
Those words had me finding the strength to pull myself onto the bed and shift to my back. I bent my knees up and braced my feet against the mattress. My gaze dropped to Darren’s cock. He was working it furiously with his hand.
It was only then that I realized he’d taken me bare. I didn’t care, though. I’d taken far worse risks than that. I loved the feel of him, the warmth, the heat.
I couldn’t decide which I enjoyed watching more—the ecstasy on his face or his cock as he worked it, making precum drip from the tip. I looked back and forth until he groaned and tensed. Then all I watched was the cum shooting from him, coating my stomach, my chest, my softening dick.
I reached up, grabbing him by the back of the neck, and yanked him down so I could smash my lips against his. He gasped against my mouth and tried to pull back, but I wouldn’t let him. I held him as tight against me as he’d held me when his dick was down my throat. In seconds, he gave in. His tongue pushed into my mouth and the kiss grew intense—desperate, angry—like I’d known it would.
I would’ve gone on kissing him forever, but the next time he tried to pull back, I let him. He glared down at me as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “That is not happening again.”
“Kissing me or fucking me.”
“Both.”
I could tell he was lying. “Bullshit.”
“Kissing you is not happening again.”
“What have you got against kissing?
“I don’t want to discuss it. This was an enormous mistake.”
“No kidding,” I said, laughing. “X is going to kill me. Clients are off-limits.”
“You’re not going to convince me you believe in following rules.”
“Only when they come from X.”
“Or your commanding officers.”
How much did he know about my background. “You’re assuming I was military.”
“I’m not assuming anything. You were special forces in the marines. I would never accept an arrangement like this without knowing full background details.”
I should have expected that. “You don’t really believe we’re not going to fuck again, do you?”
Darren flopped down on the bed beside me, laid his arm across his eyes, and let out a long breath. “Give me a little time to recover.”
I smiled. “A little.”
Just as I’d suggested, fucking each other had helped to get all the tension out of our systems. We fell asleep lying next to each other, sticky and sweaty. It was fucking perfect.
When I woke, I guessed it was midafternoon based on the way the sun was coming in through the window. I sat up and winced. Darren had really gone at me hard. I was going to be sore for a while. It had been years since I’d let a man fuck me. I’d never really enjoyed it until now. With Darren. Enjoyment didn’t even begin to describe how I felt with him inside me.
Darren stirred, and I turned to look at him, letting my gaze roam over his body.
“You’re even hotter than I thought you’d be under those prissy clothes.”
He flipped me off, and I laughed as I stretched. The movement made me realize how stiff I was. I hadn’t slept that hard in ages. Anything more than dozing was unusual for me in the middle of the day. When I stood, my ass protested.
“Sore?”
Dammit. I didn’t need him knowing that. “A little. At least now I know I can call you Big D.”
10
DARREN
I remembered how he’d called me Dare just before he came. I hadn’t minded it. In fact, it had felt right somehow. Letting myself go with him had been incredible, but I had to rein it in again. I needed to stay shut down if I was going to complete this mission for Xavier, especially if I was going to keep the reality of the situation from Fox.
If I didn’t keep myself buttoned up behind my cold facade, there was no way I would be able to protect Fox. The whole reason Xavier had asked me to do this was because Fox was too hotheaded, too stubborn, too overconfident. If I let myself be the same way, then what good was I? We’d both end up going down.