High Voltage (Ramsey Security #3)

After sucking on her fingers, she uses her wet fingers to stroke her rigid nipples. Our gazes lock and I see her challenging me to hold on until she takes us together. My balls scream for relief, but I refuse to find pleasure until Minka whimpers again.

One of her hands teases my nipple while the other teases her own. Damn, she’s daring me to come before she does. I adjust my hips slightly, so the base of my cock sweeps against her clit. Minka moans from the increased pressure.

“Come for me, Minka,” I whisper.

My gentle tone in contrast to my rough thrusting sets her body on fire. Goosebumps break out across her skin. Her already scorching pussy heats up, and the muscles tighten around my cock.

I can barely hold back. My balls are so tight and ready to explode. Minka is closer, though.

Her index finger slides against her clit, dampening the tip. She slides it into my mouth, and I suck at her sweet flavor like a starving man.

Minka finally whimpers, and I feel her pussy gushing with new heat. She comes harder than before. Based on her expression, the pleasure shocks her. She grips my arms and searches my face for comfort. Seeing her look so vulnerable does me in, and I come hard enough to see stars.

Thrusting wildly, I can’t seem to stop coming. Wave after wave of pleasure rips through me and into her. Minka whimpers at the added pressure, and I swear she comes again.

Even as I rest on top of her, my hips keep moving. My cock remains hard, and I can’t find an end to the painfully perfect orgasm. Minka wraps me in her arms and moves with my hips. Her pussy soothes my desperate cock until I can finally see past the pleasure.

“That’s a good sausage,” she whispers, nibbling at my throat.

Only smiling, I suspect any words might betray just how much I like this woman. I finally roll off of Minka, but she quickly rolls on top of me. She isn’t interested in fucking, though.

Watching Minka explore, I wonder if she’ll play hard to get in the morning. I’ll chase her if necessary. She can run and hide and play every possible game, but I’m a man unaccustomed to losing. If she runs, Minka will learn I’m the fucking Terminator. I’ll never give up until I wear her down and make her admit what I know already.





8


Minka

Morning-after Migraines

Our night of passion over, I ditch Dino around two in the morning. He ends up sleeping in my room while I take his bed. The next morning, we switch places to get dressed. I do my best not to show how sore I am both inside and out. The guy fucked me raw, but I’m more worried about how badly I wanted to stay wrapped against him all night.

We miss the hotel breakfast, forcing us to find something to eat nearby. The hotel parking lot is nearly empty at ten in the morning when we finally emerge to find food. Dino stretches next to me. With his eyes hidden behind mirrored glasses, I don’t know if he’s paying attention or off in post-coital dreamland. What I do know is I feel someone watching me besides the Italian Stallion.

Glancing around, I reach for my gun hidden under my jacket. “Today might get messy.”

Dino is grinning at me, completely oblivious to the sinking feeling I have about standing in the open. He’s still smiling when a spray of bullets hits the wall near us. Already on the move, I look for cover. Dino ignores my competence and grabs me around the waist. He’s playing hero, making me the idiot damsel in distress.

As Dino pulls me behind the bushes, I fire in the direction of the gunshots.

“Get off me,” I tell him.

“There’re two of them.”

“How do you know?”

“I saw them prowling around before they started shooting.”

“And you didn’t think to say something?”

“I assumed you saw them too, and that’s why you were pretending to be frigid. Wasn’t your bitchiness a signal?”

Glaring at him, I wiggle free from his body shield and crawl to where I can get a shot.

“They’re on the move,” I say, firing at the scrambling feet.

One of them lets out a loud grunt, and I know my shots made contact. Dino pulls me to my feet before we chase after them around the building. Stopping at the corner of the hotel, he dramatically yanks off his glasses.

“Stay behind me,” Dino says, pushing me backwards.

His attempt to play hero knocks me off balance, and I fall on my ass. “You’re not helping.”

“I’m taking a bullet to save your pretty face. I’d say that was plenty helpful, Apples.”

Returning to my feet, I ask, “What if they come up behind us?”

Dino glances back at me and looks genuinely concerned for my safety.

“Just go,” I say, nudging him. “My shoes are getting muddy, and those guys still aren’t dead.”

“Chicks always have the best priorities.”

“I’ll take the lead,” I threaten.

Dino finally moves. His steps are smooth and practiced like a professional dancer doing an old routine. I follow him while keeping my eyes peeled in case the shooters sneak up behind us.

“They’re at the back of the hotel,” Dino says.

“How do you know?”

“I see them in that car’s reflection.”