Operative Attraction

by Blue, RaeLynn

  Hal slipped out of bed and picked up his gun. It had been in the ankle holster he wore, but he’d taken it out as he’d slipped his shoes off. Olivia hadn’t even noticed the ankle holster. She’d been so hell-bent on staring at his crotch.

  He went to the door and unlocked it, gun in his right hand. With his left, he pushed down on the handle and yanked it open.

  “I am the police,” Avery said.

  Hal swore. “Yeah, about to be a dead one.”

  “I need to talk to you. I called your damn cell phone,” Avery said. “Wouldn’t have had to threaten the fucking desk clerk to give me her room number and shit if you’d answered.”

  “Shush,” Hal said and glanced over his shoulder, back into the room.

  “Did you just fucking shush me? That broad knows it’s me, and wait a fucking minute. You’re naked?” Avery’s voice inched upward in surprise. “You dirty hillbilly…”

  “Shush!” Hal said firmly and tossed his head slowly in the direction of the room.

  Avery leaned in closer to the door, and he pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his bald head.

  Olivia stood with her back to them, her cell phone against her ear. She spoke in rapid Mandarin before switching to Greek. No doubt about it, she was angry. She was so pissed she was speaking fast and changing languages faster than Hal could keep up.

  Avery peered at him. “That ain’t right.”

  “No, not at all,” Hal said with a smile. “There’s something going on here that’s more than meets the eye.”

  “Yeah,” Avery replied and cocked his head to listen closely. “Ah, she’s back to Mandarin. She’s talking to someone about a plan. Oh yeah, she’s pissed off that I interrupted…and she’s back to Greek.”

  “My turn,” Hal said and listened, allowing the translations to pop into his head. “Ah, she wants to fuck me silly.”

  Avery sniggered and stepped back out into the hall. “A’ight, I’ve got things to do.”

  “Yeah, me too,” Hal said and shut the door. “Oh, princess…”

  Hal glanced back at Olivia’s gorgeous naked back, down to the dual cheeks of her ass. A luscious, full ass that made men turn their heads and trip all over themselves. He wanted to run his tongue up and down her spine as his cock shoved into her from behind. Damn, what he wouldn’t give to push his cock up into her ass, but not today, in time, later. They had time. Hal wasn’t dumb. He knew Olivia was special, and her telephone call proved it beyond his initial instincts.

  For now, he just wanted to feel her quaking in his arms as he brought her to orgasm. They’d sort the rest out later.

  Olivia ended her call with a hushed whisper in Greek that meant “goodbye.” He didn’t know what was going on, but it bothered Avery. He found it too suspicious, but at the moment, the only thing he wanted to discover about Olivia was what kind of a face she made when coming.

  “Yeah?” she asked, allowing her phone to slip to the floor beside the bed. She lay down and beckoned him. “Whatcha want, Detective?”

  “You.”

  “Come and get me.”

  Hal didn’t need to be told twice. Placing his gun back on the floor beside his cell phone, he crawled onto the bed again and parted her legs with his hands. Dropping to his knees, he slid on his stomach right up to her glistening mound, still wet from her desire, and ready for him. He slowly took his tongue around her clit, feeling it harden beneath his movement. He kissed it, flicking it again with the tip of his tongue, and suddenly his scalp was on fire.

  “Fuck, yeah!” Olivia screamed, but he only caught the muffled syllables as her thighs locked tight around his head. He kept going, increasing the speed and pressure, moving his tongue from her love button to the doors of her sweetness until she could stand it no more. Bucking and grinding, Olivia fucked his tongue as if possessed.

  He felt her orgasm rather than heard it as her back arched and her body stiffened, squeezing his head between those luscious thighs of hers. When she finally relaxed, she released him. Hal placed a light kiss against her shaved lips, feeling her quiver.

  “Like that, princess?” he asked coyly, before kissing her belly button.

  “God yes,” Olivia said, rubbing both her nipples, pinching the chocolate tips.

  Damn, he could love this woman forever. He already didn’t want to let her go.

  “Then you gonna love this,” he replied and guided his cock up to her slick entrance. Without pausing, he slammed the very full length of him into her wet heat, and the sensation stole her breath. She gasped and wrapped her legs around him.

  “Damn, so ready, so wet,” he croaked against her ear.

  His entire body worked in conjunction to make sure Olivia got all of him, every damn inch. He bent his head down to capture her mouth. Kissing her made his cock harder, though he hadn’t thought that even possible. It wouldn’t last. Already, he could feel the orgasm coming from deep in his balls.

  “Shit, you’re so damn tight,” he confessed to her, releasing her lips and trying to slow down his pace, but she felt so damn good, he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting with abandon. “Oh damn, princess.”

  “Ooooo, don’t stop! Hal, don’t fucking stop!” she purred in his ear, her breath stirring him even higher.

  Stop? He wouldn’t fucking dream of stopping! His orgasm grew, but he held it back because Olivia hadn’t graced him with hers yet. Sweat rolled down his back, dripped from his face and onto her, but she didn’t flinch.

  She whispered up at him, “More.”

  “Yeah,” he said and thrust harder, deeper, faster, damn, he couldn’t stop. She milked his cock so damn good, he knew she’d get a ton of his milk deep inside her. “Like my cock inside you like this, princess?”

  “Yeah!” she shrieked, her nails suddenly raking away flesh as her pleasure hit its pinnacle. “Hal!”

  Hearing his name on her lips, wrapped in the pleasure of coming, spurred him to even greater heights. Olivia kept slamming her hips against him, making sure his phallus found her G-spot again and again; even as she came, she couldn’t seem to stop. Her orgasm pushed through her entire body, and he felt her muscles pulsate around his rod. She didn’t break pace, but continued to meet his thrusts with her own.

  “Oh shit, Olivia,” he said against her throat. He kissed her hard there, no doubt leaving a hickey. Primitive, immature parts of him needed to leave his mark on her, letting everyone know she was taken. “Oh, damn, princess, here. I. Come!”

  He didn’t just come, his cock exploded. The cum spurted out of him so fast and hard, he had to grab the bed’s headboard to keep from falling. Oh damn, it felt so good, so right being inside her. His vision blurred, and he had to blink to stay focused. The entire damn room spun. As he dropped down onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around Olivia and pulled her with him. His phallus remained in her tight cocoon of warmth.

  “You’re still hard,” she cooed against his chest, resting her beautiful head against him.

  “Hope you aren’t tired, princess,” he said and planted a kiss on her head. “I’m going to want seconds and thirds from you.”

  Chapter Six

  “You up already, princess?” Hal called, his voice thick with sleep and a touch of exhaustion.

  Olivia smirked at him from the mirror.

  “Yes.”

  “Where do you think you’re going so damn early?” he asked, sitting up in the rumpled bed and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I’m still protecting you, princess. You aren’t going anywhere without me.”

  She turned to him. “I know.”

  Hal looked at her and frowned. “So, get your fine ass back over here.”

  Olivia put her hands on her naked hips and said, “I don’t think so. You got your freebie.”

  “Olivia,” Hal stammered and then swallowed. Tossing the covers off his nude body, he climbed out of the bed and started toward her.

  Olivia looked away, made herself turn her head. His body had seduced her last night, again and agai
n, until she’d collapsed into slumber. That had been last night. Today, well, things were different. She’d read his text messages from his partner Avery. She knew he didn’t have to protect her anymore. The criminals and the rapist had all been captured late last night in a raid sponsored by the locals. Now that he’d gotten the nookie he had wanted, Hal would be out the door.

  “Don’t touch me!” she said, turning away from him. “Just go.”

  He spun her to face him and put his finger under her chin. She snatched her head away, but he grabbed it with his hand, firmly, not to hurt, but just enough so she knew he wanted her to look at him.

  “What’s the matter, princess?” he asked. “You thinkin’ you going to just kick me out, and I’m going to be okay with that?”

  “Yes,” she snapped, pushing her anger higher to numb the throbbing pain of a rejection she knew was imminent.

  “I have to protect you—”

  “No you don’t!” she said, slapping his hand from her chin.

  “No? Now listen here, prin—” Hal started.

  “Check your phone!” she shouted, cutting him off. She stalked off to the dresser and began taking clothes out of the drawers.

  Hal walked to his pile of discarded clothes and removed his phone. He checked his text messages and then glanced angrily at her. “You went through my phone?”

  “I…I had to know what was going on in the case,” she said, hooking her bra into place.

  “Take off that damn bra,” he ordered. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me why you did that. What the hell is going on, princess?”

  He stalked over to where she sat in a wingback chair and kneeled before her. Grabbing her hands, he held them fast in his.

  “Okay, so you’re safe. So you think what? Now that I no longer have to protect you, you can leave me?” he asked her with that same tone her mother used to ask questions she already knew the answer to.

  “Right? Isn’t that how it works?” she asked, trying to keep her bottom lip from pushing out in a pout.

  He smiled at her and kissed her hands. “Nah, princess, we don’t have that kinda deal.”

  “What?”

  “You aren’t going nowhere. Wherever I’m at, you’re going to be too,” he explained. “I’m very much in love with you, and I’m not about to let you go. You’re stuck with me forever, princess.”

  Olivia scoffed at him, but his eyes burned so intently, so clearly, he couldn’t be lying to her. She thought back to yesterday, which seemed like a hundred years ago. At that time, she’d thought he couldn’t do undercover work because the emotions showing in his eyes would betray him. And now, face to face with him, she knew he wasn’t lying to her or feeding her some line. His expressive eyes told her all she needed to know.

  Love.

  “You mean that,” she said, not hiding her surprise.

  “I’m in love with you, Olivia,” he said, “I know it seems fast, but you burned right through my defenses. I can’t let you go without us trying.”

  “Well, I’m…I’m in love with you too, Hal,” she confessed, her cheeks warming at the declaration. “I fought it and was fighting it just now, but…”

  “Shush, princess,” he whispered. “I understand, but in the future, talk to me. Just don’t run off all half-cocked.”

  She opened her mouth to tell him to shut his, when she caught the smirk on his face.

  He pulled her to her feet. “Come to bed. Let’s start this day all over again.”

  “Wait,” she said and unhooked her bra.

  “Damn, your tits are so incredible,” he said and bent down to kiss the pebbled tips of her breasts. “Wow! What are those?”

  Olivia stiffened. “What?”

  Hal released her nipple and stepped back, his gaze on her feet.

  “Them boots are sweet and sexy!” he said.

  “These are the boots I ride my motorcycle in,” she said, turning her feet this way and that, letting Hal get a good look at her scarlet-red Wonder Woman boots. “They’re Wonder Woman boots. Ass-kicking shoes. Every woman should own a pair.”

  “Leave them on!” Hal said and guided her back to bed.

  Olivia laughed as Hal kissed her neck. She sighed and let go.

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