“I don’t care. I just want your dick inside me—now.”
“My pleasure.” Stuart’s hand left my breast and slid down my abdomen to unbutton my dress pants. When his hands dipped into the waistband of my panties, I sucked in a breath. As he slid his fingers against my clit, he said, “Mm, you’re soaked.”
Arching against his hand, I murmured, “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Make me come.”
Stuart’s answer was to slip not just one but two fingers deep inside me. As he pumped them in and out, his thumb rubbed against my clit, and I began frantically moving my hips. I panted and moaned as I worked toward coming. When Stuart pushed in a third finger and swirled them to my G-spot, I came undone. Throwing my head back, I shrieked and screamed as my walls convulsed violently.
As I came back to myself, Stuart was sliding off my jeans and panties. When he started to leave me, I grabbed his arm to stop him, but he shook his head. “Protection time,” he replied with a grin.
“I see.”
Stuart went over to the coffee table to retrieve his wallet from his pants pocket. When he came back, he waved the gold wrapper at me. “For the record, there’s plenty more with this came from.”
With a laugh, I replied, “That’s good to know.”
My laughter died at Stuart’s intense gaze. His eyes raked over my body, warming me from head to toe. When he bent over to slide off his underwear, it was my turn to see all of him. “Holy shit,” I muttered as I licked my lips at the sight of his long erection jutting out from a smattering of dark hair.
With a smirk, Stuart said, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“As you should, Mr. Cocky.”
“You’re going to make me blush,” he teased.
“Oh please, you know you’re eating this up.”
A wicked gleam burned in his eyes. “I’d like to eat your pussy up.”
Shuddering, I replied, “You’ll get no arguments from me.”
“I didn’t realize you were so greedy. You’ve already had one orgasm and now you’re demanding another before I’ve even had one.”
“Then put it on the menu for the next round.”
He chuckled as he ripped open the condom wrapper. “Works for me.”
He slid the condom down his length, and then just stood there staring at me. “What is it?”
“I’m a bastard for even admitting this.”
Anxiety pricked over my skin. “What?”
“I’ve fantasized about this for weeks.”
Lust washed away any of the anxiety I was feeling. All this time we’d been together, and he’d barely acted like I existed. “You fantasized about me?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“I didn’t think you even thought of me like that,” I admitted.
“Oh, I did. I thought of you in lots of positions. With your mouth full of my cock. On your knees as I took you from behind. In the—”
“Stop talking and start doing!” I commanded as I pounced on him. In a tangle of arms and legs, we crashed back against the wall. Stuart’s strong hands gripped my hips. When he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my feet resting against the hard muscles of his ass. Taking his cock in his hand, Stuart guided it between my legs. When he rubbed the head against my slick opening, I dug my fingernails into his back. “Please!”
This time he didn’t argue about being in charge. He slammed into me. As I shrieked with pleasure, Stuart groaned. He began pumping hard and fast inside me. With each thrust, my back banged against the wall. While his arms held me tight, his mouth seemed to be everywhere—on my lips, on my neck, on the tops of my breasts.
Just as my back started to get banged up in the best possible way, Stuart gripped my waist tight and stilled his movements. With him still buried deep inside me, he walked us over to the bed. God, that felt really good. Gently, he eased out of me before laying me down on the bed. He then climbed on top of me.
“Haven’t finished with you yet,” he growled. I think I almost came again. I’d forgotten how good his growly voice was.
After he once again filled me with his length, he pulled back out before slamming back inside me, causing the both of us to moan.
Sliding my hands down his back, I smacked one of the globes of his ass. Stuart’s response was to thrust even harder. We kept our gaze locked on each other as he worked hard to bring us both pleasure.
Gripping my waist, Stuart rolled over onto his back, bringing me up to straddle his thighs. He gripped my hips and ground me hard against his dick.
“Do you want me to ride you hard?” I panted.
“Hell yeah.” And I did, because I’d wanted this. Him.
I then began rolling my hips faster back and forth. As my breasts bounced with my exertions, Stuart slid his hands up my ribcage to cup them. Closing my eyes, I bit down on my lip as Stuart alternated between tugging and pinching my sensitive nipples and squeezing my breasts.
When I tightened my walls around his dick, Stuart stilled his hands. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
“Mm, you too,” I panted.
“Are you getting close?”
“Yes, oh yes.”
To help send me over the edge, Stuart brought his hand between my legs to rub my clit. “Yes, oh, yes,” I murmured as my eyes rolled back in my head. He knew my body too well. How, I didn’t know.
“Stuart!” I cried as the first waves of my orgasm began pulsing through me. His fingers continued rubbing my clit as I rode out the sensations. When I started to come back to myself, his hands went to my hips. And then, as his heels dug into the mattress, Stuart began lifting me on and off of his dick. At the same time, he pumped his hips to slam into me. The sound of our sweat-slickened flesh smacking together filled the room and drove him on.
A loud groan rumbled from deep within his chest as he started to come. His hips continued pumping as he emptied into me. Exhausted from both my exertions and my third release, my body collapsed onto his chest. After wrapping his arms protectively around me, Stuart nuzzled my hair. “That was fucking amazing,” he murmured.
“It sure was,” I replied.
We lay there for a few moments. “Is this about the time you do your walk of shame back to your room?”
He chuckled. “Are you trying to kick me out?”
“Hell no.” I ran my fingers over his chest. “I was deviously planning on letting you stay to squeeze another round out of you.”
Wagging his brows, Stuart replied, “Works for me.”
It was at that moment my stomach let out an enormous growl. With a grin, I suggested, “Room service?”
“Yeah. I’m starved too. Order.” He kissed the top of my head. “Then how about a shower while we wait?”
Somewhere between his gesture, his suggestion, and the way he treated me like something precious worth savoring, I realized I’d fallen for Stuart, and because of who he was and who I was, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
Because this could go nowhere.
Fuck.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Present
IT WAS OFFICIALLY time to face the music, and I wasn’t talking about the small ensemble from the United States Marine Band. It was time to face Stuart. Or rather, Agent Isaacson. It was time to put on my game face and give an Oscar winning performance in which our night together had never happened. He was just an agent, and I was just his former target’s best friend.