When her climax slowed, he withdrew from her pussy, kissing her inner thighs as he backed away, leaving the bed to stand next to her.
“You taste so fucking good, Lana,” he said, his hand going to his slacks.
“Please let me taste you too,” Lana begged.
Trent smiled as he pushed down his pants and boxers, and Lana bit her lip at the sight of his gorgeous cock.
She moaned when he wrapped his hand around it and walked closer to the bed. She strained against her restraints, trying to get closer, closing her eyes and opening her mouth for him to enter.
But he denied her. Instead of fucking her mouth, he settled back between her legs. “What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Torturing you, it seems,” he chuckled, guiding the head of his cock through her wetness, up and down her slit while avoiding pushing inside of her. She reveled in the warmth of his member as he bumped against her sensitive clit.
She couldn’t stand the torment, but when she moved to rectify it, he held her hips down. “No. Don’t do that.”
Lana’s breath became heavy again.
He swiped the tip of his cock up the length of her slit and then finally positioned it at her opening. She forced herself to stay still, and he drew out the anticipation by holding still. She could thrust, sheathing him inside of her, but she loved the fact that he was enjoying being in charge.
And when he finally pushed inside of her, it was worth the wait. His groan mingled with hers, and his eyes rolled into his head briefly. Her body tightened around him, and she let out a hiss.
When he was fully inside her, he beamed with the look of a man claiming what was his. His fingers dug into her hips, and they began to move in a rhythm with each other before he dipped down to capture her lips with his.
Lana had never felt anything so right in her entire life. Sex had always been fun, but it had never felt like she was being filled with her missing piece before.
… because she’d never had sex with her fated mate before.
“You’re magnificent,” she said between pants and kisses.
He only groaned in response, so lost in the motion. He turned his head and kissed her inner wrist, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. “Lana,” he moaned, his speed picking up a bit.
Her skin flared where he touched. He seared lines of passion down her cheeks, over her bare body, the hollow of her core he was dead set on occupying.
She enjoyed the weight of him inside her, how they fit together so well. She forgot that he was the geek she was protecting, instead seeing him as a hungry alpha taking his fill of her.
Lana burned for more, and he seemed to know, instinctively, how to satisfy her. He hoisted her legs up to his shoulders and drilled even deeper into her, making her knees quake with the sudden pressure. She let out a seemingly never-ending scream as he took complete control, fucking her harder, faster, and deeper until her second surprise orgasm snuck up and took over her entire body.
She tightened, rolling in time with his heavy pumps. Heat prickled her core, her face, the fevered flesh of her chest as he kept her riding those powerful waves of ecstasy. No one had ever done this to her, and she realized exactly why.
This was what sex with your fated mate was like.
The connection, the powerful build, the maddening coupling that transcended the physical. It made her lightheaded and grounded her simultaneously. Her vision blurred when his body tensed, and he shouted to let her know he was coming.
Her body felt completely satisfied as he came inside her, his body shuddering with a few final thrusts before he finally relaxed and lay on top of her as though he were protecting her from the outside world. They breathed in tandem, their skin cooling together, their juices of passion intermingling between them.
Trent buried his face in the crook of her neck.
Lana inhaled his natural musk, so fogged by the scent of sex, which was somehow even more addictive than his regular smell. The perfume of the two of them mixed together was just so right.
Her sigh was met with his, the former satisfied, the latter tight like he didn’t want to move.
But he rolled off her, all the same.
She gazed at his naked body, noting the handsome blush that remained, spreading across his chest just as it did on his cheeks, heating the shapely shells of his ears. He looked her over with tired satisfaction. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
“I don’t think either of us woke up today expecting any of this,” she laughed.
He hummed in pleasure and traced his fingers along the curves of her breasts. “You’re beautiful, Lana. Incredible. Powerful. Smart. I just can’t believe you’d have given me a second glance.”
“Sometimes, the universe has a weird way of putting the right people together.”
CHAPTER FIVE
TRENT
They spent the next two days in bliss. They took advantage of the well-stocked fridge and pantry, cooking meals and enjoying them together. They found a few board games and learned they both lacked the talent for Scrabble and Monopoly.
But mostly, they spent time naked and in each other’s arms.
Trent had never been happier.
In the back of his mind, he itched to check his data monitoring, but it would all be okay. He had systems set up to record any money transfers—anything and everything that hinted toward people working on covering up their insider trading.
At least he found an interested audience in Lana. She proved to be captivated by his work when he explained it in bits and pieces.
“I searched the numbers of the offshore accounts to see if they’d been used before by the company. It turns out, they had—one had been used to send bonus the previous year, and the other had been the recipient of a large campaign donation for Lee Quirk.”
“No way!” Lana exclaimed. “Why would they do something so obvious?”
“It wasn’t obvious. It took a lot of digging and knowing where to look. Kind of like finding dinosaur bones, you know? You really only uncover something once you get an idea they might be there.”
“So you’re like a financial fraud paleontologist?”
“I guess, something like that,” he laughed and turned to Lana, unable to stop himself from beaming. “Now, let me ask you something. What would you say if I were taking significant investments from clients, then using those investments to pay out false dividends while keeping the rest of the money for myself?”
Lana furrowed her brow, smiling at Trent’s evident excitement. “I’d call you Bernie Madoff.”
Trent clapped his hands together once in a swift, decisive motion. “Exactly. Virginia, the CEO of this finance company, worked with Lee Quirk. They were running a Ponzi scheme.”
Lana received a phone call and excused herself. Trent could hear her speaking in hushed tones, but he couldn’t make out precisely what she was saying. She walked into the kitchen, and he felt the heaviness of the news she was about to deliver.
“Trent…” Lana began, her face paler and gaunter than he’d seen it before. One look at her body language was all it took to see that something was wrong.
“What is it?” Trent asked solemnly.
Lana sighed, then met his gaze. “Brylee Ford’s was found in her bathtub. Dead.”
The room began to spin. “What… I don’t… What happened?”