She circled his shaft at the base with one fist and her tongue did a lazy slide up the heavy vein. The tip of her tongue delved into the spot just under his crown, licked and teased. Then her mouth engulfed him, and he lost the ability to breathe. Both hands went to her hair, his fingers curling in the silky strands, two tight fists.
He let her work him, her tongue dancing and teasing, her mouth hot and wild, a small sound vibrating right up through his shaft. It was beautiful to see, to feel, adding to the scorching pleasure. All the while that dark hunger in him spread. He transferred his hold in her hair, bunching the strands at the top of her head in a knot around his hand while the other curled around her throat.
He pushed her head down over his cock, thrusting gently at the same time, driving deeper into her mouth. She didn’t fight him, but relaxed even more, relaxed her throat to give him that. God, he loved her. He loved the way she took him no matter what he asked of her. He held her there a moment and then let her take a breath. “Again, princess,” he whispered. His voice came out husky. Dark. Compelling.
Her mouth clamped down over his cock, swallowed him down as he thrust upward. At the same time, he pushed her head down over him. She took him deeper. He stroked her throat gently with his fingers. His cock swelled even more.
She was tight and hot. Wet. The constriction felt like paradise, but more, it was what she did for him. The way she did it. One of her hands stroked caresses over his balls and then along his thighs. She didn’t tense up. She trusted him to bring her up for air, which he did, although it was with reluctance.
“You have no idea how that feels, baby,” he said, needing her to know.
“Good?” She licked the leaking drops from the crown.
“So good. Can you take me deeper?”
She sent him a look that told him of course she could, or at least she would try. She was willing to do whatever it took to please him. “I want this, Zara.” It came out more of a command than he intended.
Her mouth was on him again, swallowing him whole, taking him deep. He began to move, thrusting gently, over and over, each thrust taking him a little deeper. That fast, he knew if he let himself he’d be out of control, but he didn’t want it to end. He pulled her off of him, gave her air and repeated, each thrust a kind of paradise. It wasn’t just her mouth and throat, it was the fact that she gave that to him. That she gave him her trust and that she wanted to please him. He wanted this, so she wanted it for him.
“I’m going to blow, baby. You don’t want me feeding you, you’ve got to stop.” He let go of her hair, making it her choice.
The suction never stopped, and then his body was an impossible rocket again. So much more than he could have conceived. She took it all, and when he was done, her tongue was very gentle on him, just as he’d taught her. She rolled over and smiled up at him, looking angelic when she’d just given him something sinful and so much better than he’d ever had.
He slid down in the bed to lie beside her. “I’m going to give you an hour of sleep, baby, but we’re nowhere near done tonight.”
“I’m not certain I’ll be able to keep up with you.”
He laughed and stroked her breast. “You’ll keep up.” There was no question she’d keep up. She was made for him.
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“It’s got to be Bluetooth,” Trap said. He paced back and forth frowning, his eyes on Zara’s head, as if he might cut it open just to see if he was right. “I’ve developed a prototype, a device that is able to store vast amounts of information beyond anything the government or any private sector can imagine. It seems Whitney has done the same, otherwise the SSD couldn’t hold that much data.”
He pulled what looked like a regular cell phone out of his pocket, his fingers moving over it, giving commands. “I’m searching for all Bluetooth devices in close proximity.” He muttered the explanation, but his tone was one of annoyance, as if having to explain irritated him beyond belief.
“There’s several, which I expected—the cars, the house, the lab—but we’ve got one here called Fiore Brillante.” He looked up, his gaze meeting Zara’s.
She swallowed hard. He was intense. She glanced at Gino. He was watching Trap carefully. They all were. Not carefully, expectantly. She found herself doing the same.
“It’s Italian,” Trap murmured unnecessarily.
“Brilliant Flower,” Gino interpreted.
Zara knew languages and she knew what it meant. She didn’t know how knowing the name of the SSD could help other than the fact that Whitney had an obsession with flowers.
Trap continued to stare at her until she was afraid he’d burn a hole through her skin with his laser-sharp gaze.
She leaned close to Cayenne. “He doesn’t have an axe handy, does he?” she whispered.
“An axe?” Cayenne’s frown matched Trap’s. “Why an axe?”
“I’m pretty certain he’d like to see my brains spilled out on the table so he could go picking through them and find what he’s looking for.”
Cayenne choked back her laughter and sobered when Trap glared at the two of them.
“Do you have to be so distracting?” he demanded.
“Well, yes,” Cayenne answered, clearly unafraid of her big, bad husband.
“You’re losing control of that woman,” Wyatt pointed out a little too gleefully.
Trap’s expression darkened. “I never had control.” He circled Zara and Cayenne like a shark, his gaze glued to Zara’s head. Cayenne might not be intimidated, but Zara was. She knew exactly where Gino was, sitting back in the shadows right by the door. When he’d taken that position she’d thought a little hysterically that he was the guard, preventing her from leaving. She hated being under scrutiny, and all four men were staring at her as if she’d grown two heads. It threw her back to when she was a child in Whitney’s compound and was under guard for one reason or another.
Now, she needed Gino. She felt very vulnerable and when that happened, she knew she could look to him and immediately the feeling would ease. He did that for her—made her feel safe. It was silly to think she would be feeling apprehensive and insecure when she was surrounded by GhostWalkers, but she did. She accepted that part of her a little more now. She might always have moments when she was under scrutiny that she panicked a little, but that was just part of who she was.
Her eyes met Gino’s across the room. A faint smile touched his mouth. He looked tough. Intimidating. Just as intimidating as Trap, only in a different way. It was significant that he had taken up a position there by the door. Gino was all about guarding others to keep them safe. He kept her safe.
Heat slipped into her veins. God, he was sexy. He just sat there with that faint smile on his face, and all she could think about was the things he’d done to her the night before. All night. In the morning. She’d hardly slept and she knew he hadn’t.
“You’ve tried to connect with the storage unit yourself?” Wyatt asked.
Zara forced her mind back to the main problem and the men determined to help her. She looked around the room. There was Trap, Wyatt and Ezekiel surrounding her, looking at her like she might explode any moment. Joe sat across the room, very still, very quiet, making certain not to disturb the others. Gino guarded the door. Cayenne sat on one side of her and Bellisia had taken the other. They were in the middle of the room, sitting on slightly uncomfortable high stools, like ones that might be in a bar. The seats twisted from side to side and it was difficult for Zara not to swivel nervously when the men stared at her.
“Yes, all the time. Whitney has it password protected. I can’t access the data in it. Whitney didn’t want me to run and then give whatever information I had to someone else.”
Wyatt nodded. “We’ve tried the various passwords he’s been known to use and none of them have worked. I think he’s made this simple for himself. You’ve got a permanent SSD that he never planned on removing. He injects you with something light, just enough to keep you from seeing him extract the files so you don’t know where the SSD is located or how he gets the information. It’s fast and you’re not under more than a few minutes.”