On Her Master's Secret Service (Masters and Mercenaries #4)

She could be stubborn, too. Anger lit inside her. “Then you’ve made this decision and you should leave my office. You should also know that I won’t be here when you get back. I’ll find another job. Hell, I’ll find another city, and then neither one of us has to go through this again.”


His hands came out, reaching for her arms and dragging her close. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“And I don’t want you to go.” She needed to push him away. Right now. Just shove out at him and get him out of this office before you do something stupid. Insanely stupid. And stop looking at his lips.

Her eyes weren’t listening. God, he had the most gorgeous lips. They were full and sensual, and when he smiled, he could light up a room. Alex loomed over her, every inch of his six and a half feet a testament to pure male beauty, from his golden brown hair to those deep green eyes, to a body she wanted to touch but couldn’t allow herself to.

He pulled her closer. “I don’t want any other woman. You’re the only one who does this to me.”

He rubbed his cock along her belly, and she nearly groaned. He was so hard. Long and thick, his cock was as perfect as the rest of him. She couldn’t help it. She moved against him. No matter what came between them, she could never hide her response. She could control the interaction, but she craved him. Every minute of every day, she wanted Alexander McKay inside her.

Even though they were standing in her office and the rest of the team was just a couple of doors away, her whole body had softened, preparing to welcome him inside.

“Let me kiss you.” He dipped his head toward hers.

She turned away. This was one of the things she’d wanted to change about their contract, but she couldn’t do it now. Every reason she’d had the contract written in the first place was back in play. He was bent on pursuing revenge and leaving her behind.

“Damn it.” His hands shifted, one arm moving under her legs. He lifted her up easily, his face harsh as he looked down at her. “Then I’ll take what you’ll give me. You’ll allow me to kiss you somewhere else, won’t you, Eve?”

He laid her out on her desk. He didn’t have to move anything because she kept her desk as pristine and free of clutter as she kept her life. Everything had its place and she kept it there with a brutal proficiency.

Her back was settled against the desk and she knew she should protest, but he was already moving, shoving her skirt up and pulling at the thong she wore.

“I fucking hate these things, but that’s why you wear them, isn’t it?” He growled the question as he ripped the little silk thong off her.

And she couldn’t deny it. It wasn’t really because she knew he hated them. It was more a case of needing to take her identity back. Alex had forbidden her to wear underwear when they’d been married, and for a long time after they had divorced, she hadn’t been able to stand the feel of them against her skin. She’d been filled with a perverse need to prove she was in control of what she wore, the same way she’d been with food. Alex had demanded she indulge, so she took control and portioned out what she was allowed.

He pulled at her ankles, forcing her down the desk until her ass was almost hanging off. He forced her legs apart, but then he knew damn well what that did for her. This was the only way she could allow herself to submit anymore. She’d thought, just for a moment, that they could have something more, but if this was all there was between them, then she would take it.

“Ask me.”

She closed her eyes. He always demanded this of her. It was the one thing he’d held hard on. He’d been willing to give up kissing her, sleeping cuddled close, but she knew he would never give up this.

“Alex, will you touch me?”

“Not good enough.”

He wanted to hear her talk dirty. “Alex, will you put your mouth on me?”

He flipped her over so fast she could barely register the movement. One minute she was flat on her back and the next she was face down on the desk, her legs scraping to find the floor. A hard smack blasted through the office, and she felt her eyes tear up. He slapped at her ass five times in succession, and every inch of her skin lit up with just the right amount of pain. God, she needed this. She had no idea how she would ever get through a day without the possibility of his hands on her.

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