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

He fucked into her, letting his instincts lead him. All the way in and then back out before sliding in and up, seeking her G-spot. Over and over he pounded his flesh into hers as though he could mark her and force her to stay with him, to never leave him.

Her heels dug into his backside as she held them tightly together. It was a fight to pull out far enough, but the sweet friction was doing its job and quickly. He pressed down on her clit, circling it with his thumb until he heard her gasp, felt the tension of her orgasm on his dick, and he couldn’t hold back a second longer.

He poured himself into her. Come bubbled up from his balls, shooting off in waves of pleasure. He dragged oxygen into his lungs as a sense of peace settled over him. He fell forward, his chest against her breasts.

“Alex.” She held still underneath him. “Alex, you should move now. I can’t breathe.”

He was heavy, but she used to love having him on top of her. He forced himself to move, to leave her. His head was reeling, but he knew one thing. This wasn’t over. His hands shook slightly as he pulled his boxers up and refastened his slacks. “We’re going to talk when I get back. Don’t think I’m going to let the situation stay this way forever.”

Ian was right. He’d let her drive the boat for too long. If they were going to have any kind of shot at staying together, he had to start pushing her boundaries.

She sat up, trying to straighten her clothes. She didn’t meet his eyes. “Then don’t go.”

She was still trying to control everything, but he couldn’t let her this time. If Evans was out there, it was only a matter of time before he came after them again. “I have to, but I’ll be back.”

Her voice was shaking a little as she hopped off the desk and pulled her skirt down. He wanted to reach out to her, but she turned away. “If you go back into his world, you’re going to start another war.”

The war had never ended. It had just been put on hold. She should know that more than anyone else. “I love you, Eve.”

He turned and walked away, trying to put his mind to the task at hand.





“Eve? Do you want a glass of wine?”

Grace’s words pulled Eve out of her misery. She plastered a smile on her face and looked up. “Sure. That sounds nice.”

Why the hell had she decided to come here tonight? She should have sent a gift with Avery and locked herself in her apartment for a few days. She wasn’t exactly in the mood for a dinner party, but she’d promised Grace. It had only been a few hours since she and Alex had parted. She could still feel him inside her. There was a pleasant ache in her bones because he’d been so rough. It had been years since he’d manhandled her the way he had today, like she wasn’t made of glass, like she was a woman.

Grace sank down next to her, handing her a glass of ruby-red wine. She had the same in her hand. A little smile crossed her face and she sighed as she sipped. “God, it’s been so long since I had a glass of wine.”

Eve took a sip of the wine. It was rich with cherry overtones. “I’m not sure I could go too long without a glass.”

Serena laughed as she sat down opposite Eve. She was wearing jeans and a flouncy top that successfully hid what Eve knew was a little baby bump. Both Serena and Avery were pregnant. Grace’s daughter was only six weeks old. Everyone was having babies, moving on.

She looked out at the patio where Ian was sitting in front of the pool, talking to Simon. Everyone was making a life for themselves except her and Alex and Ian.

“She’s going to pump and dump,” Serena said with a nod. “I’m totally doing that after baby boy is born. I never realized how much of my creativity is dependent on vodka.”

Grace took a drink, her eyes closing in apparent pleasure. “Carys has plenty to eat. I froze some breast milk for just such an occasion.” Grace turned Eve’s way. “So, I heard you and Alex got busy today.”

Serena rolled her eyes, her hand fiddling with the iced tea at her side. “I thought we decided you were going to be subtle.”

Grace shrugged. “I’m not good at subtle. Ask Sean. I very subtly told him how mad I was that he was getting back in the business by screaming at him and throwing a fit. After a nice long spanking, he convinced me he was right.”

“Getting back in the business?” Eve asked. Sean was out of security. He’d finished culinary school and was working with local chefs to perfect his menu for a restaurant he was going to open next year.

Grace frowned, but there was sympathy in her gaze. “He’s going to Florida with Alex.”

She practically sighed in relief. She could trust Sean to watch his back. Then she realized why Grace would be upset. Sean had a baby to worry about. “I’ll talk to Alex. He can’t take Sean with him.”

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