Restrained: A Bad Boy MMA Fighter Romance (Warrior Zone Fighters Book 4)

by Tia Lewis

  I nodded, unable to trust my own voice. Of course, I was sure. I had been dying to have him again.

  He swallowed hard and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the hall and into another office, complete with a desk and a leather couch. I swallowed as he shut the door, forcing myself to turn to face him. I had made this happen, and I wasn’t about to back out now. Benji advanced on me until I was backed up against the desk, the edge biting into my ass. He leaned down, pressing a hand on each side of me, trapping me against his body. “I can’t wait to have you again,” he said, his knee wedged between my legs, pressing against my very heated core. “Can I have you here Danielle?”

  My boldness fled as I stared at him, knowing I should say no while I still could. I had never had sex of any kind outside of a bedroom so the thought of doing it here, with Benji, had my pulse racing, curious to know what was going to happen. “Yes,” I whispered right before his lips covered mine, devouring me. I gasped, and his tongue slid into my mouth, ravaging it. My body lit on fire as I slid my hands up his chest to his shoulders, pulling him close between my legs. Benji growled and pulled back, pressing his forehead against mine. “God, you are going to kill me slowly.”

  “I-I hope not,” I gasped, my hands gripping his shirt before successfully pulling it over his head. Leaning in, I kissed his naked chest, my tongue swirling around his nipple until he groaned. It was an exhilarating feeling to know I was the one giving him that feeling. I slid my hand down his body and worked on his jeans, successfully undressing him in a matter of seconds. His cock sprang out from his body, and I sucked in a breath, my hand touching him lightly, caressing him.

  “Dear God,” he hissed, leaning into my touch. “I love it when you touch me.” Benji’s hand landed on top of mine and stilled my movements. “But you are going to finish this before we even get started.”

  I gave him a grin as he leaned down and kissed me hard, his hands suddenly all over my body, tugging on my jeans. I helped him wiggle them down over my hips, my pulse racing at what we were doing, with all those people just a few feet away. His fingers touched me, and I sighed in contentment.

  “You like that?” he asked, breathing into my ear. “Come for me, Danielle.”

  “It won’t be long,” I gasped as his finger slid inside me. He chuckled and kissed my jaw, one finger on my throbbing clit while the other moved within. Before long I was moaning into his mouth as my body shattered around his finger, my cries swallowed by his mouth. He flipped me around as my body quaked with the aftershocks, the sound of a condom wrapper filling the air before he pushed into me from behind.

  His hand found my breast as I arched against him, the fullness taking my breath away.

  “Yes,” he said, moving against me, in and out, his hands gripping my hips hard. “Come for me, Danielle.”

  I moaned, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream out as he pounded into me, our movements becoming frenzied, not caring who heard us. The orgasm shook my body, and Benji stiffened, shouting out.

  For a moment, I laid there, my body half draped over the desk, my ass hanging out in the air as Benji started to ease out of me, our breathing mingling in the small room. “Damn,” he said a moment later, his hand caressing my ass. “What you do to me.”

  I could say the same for him as well. I opened my mouth to say something, and then we heard the faint chuckle and clap through the door, my face reddening as I realized we were a heck of a lot louder than I thought.

  Peeling myself off the desk, I turned to see Benji grinning at me, clearly not worried about being heard. “No one can say I don’t know how to draw an audience.”

  Benji

  I drove like a bat out of hell toward my apartment, my hand still resting on Danielle’s thigh to make sure that this wasn’t a fucking dream. I had just had hot sex with the woman next to me in my office, and I was still hard as a rock, ready for the next go round.

  I stole a glance at her, seeing the high color on her cheeks and grinned, knowing that she was still embarrassed by the round of applause we received. I wasn’t embarrassed at all, been caught in far worse compromising positions than that, but I knew this was probably all new and exciting for her. Hell, I was glad to be the person that was bringing it into her life.

  Pulling into my parking spot, I shut off the engine and looked over at Danielle. She was watching me, quiet for the entire ride over. “You okay?” I asked.

  “I’m fine,” she answered, giving me a smile. “I, um, is this crazy?”

  I draped my arm over the back of her seat, my fingers trailing over her skin. “What do you think?”

  She sighed, shaking her head. “I really don’t know what to think Benji. I just, I don’t want you to think of me as some wanton woman.”

  I laughed, thinking that was far from what I was thinking. She had no idea what type of power she was holding over me right now. “Babe, I don’t think that at all. I’m far more worried that you are going to bolt at any moment.”

  The surprise in her eyes as she looked at me caused my chest to tighten uncomfortably. Didn’t she know that I thought about her far more often and in the worst ways nearly every fucking second of the day? No other woman had ever caused me to do something like that, caused me to nearly lose control by just touching me. I didn’t want to disappoint her, my past was nothing to brag about. “I-I’m not going anywhere,” she finally said, something flickering in her eyes.

  “Good,” I said, giving her a grin to hide my relief. “I won’t hurt you.”

  “I know,” she answered. “You would never hurt me, Benji.”

  Her faith in me made my chest tighten even more. Hell. I turned the car back on and pulled out of the parking spot, heading downtown. Maybe I was dragging her into the bed too much. Maybe I should show her that I was serious about this.

  “Where are we going?” she asked as I pulled onto the highway.

  I looked over at her. “We are going on a date.”

  “A what?” she asked.

  “A date, you know where people have a good time,” I answered, finding my exit. “We need to let loose a little.”

  “And have fun?” she finished for me, arching her brow. “I thought what we were doing back at the gym was fun.”

  I reached over and touched her thigh with my hand, giving it a squeeze. “You have no idea what kind of fun that was for me.”

  She said nothing as I pulled into the parking lot, shutting off the engine. “Come on,” I said, opening the door.

  We climbed out of the car, and she looked up at the sign. “Putt putt?”

  I grabbed her hand and pulled her along. “It will be fun.”

  An Hour Later…

  She was kicking my ass. I watched as Danielle sunk another hole in one, doing a little dance as she pointed toward me. “Another one! It’s my lucky day.”

  “It’s something,” I grumbled, lining up my putt. She was beating me by a wide margin, and I was starting to think that I should have just taken her to bed. Her hands slid around my waist, and she pressed her breasts into my back, causing my cock to jump at attention. “Don’t miss it,” she said, breathing into my ear. “Or I will win.”

  “What did we bet again?” I asked, my voice coming out strained.

  “I believe it was massages,” she answered, patting my butt before stepping back. “Full body massages.”

  That was enough to make me miss this putt. I wanted to touch her all over, have her writhing under my hands. Sweat broke out on my forehead and I wacked the ball, watching as it hit a rock and bounced into the water.

  “You did that on purpose,” she countered as I flipped the club onto the green, turning toward her.

  I reached out, pulling Danielle against me, tipping her back slightly until she squealed with laughter. “I did do it on purpose madam. Now I get to kiss the winner.”

  She laughed as I rained kisses on her face, wondering what the hell had gotten into me. With her, there was no winning over, no worrying about impressing her. I jus
t wanted to enjoy the hell out of her. “Ready to go back?”

  She threw her arms around my neck, an amused smile on her lips. “Are we about to do this massage thing?”

  I kissed the tip of her nose. “I have the babysitter for another three hours so hell yes we are.”

  “Good,” she said, pressing against me. I growled and kissed her hard on the lips, allowing her to feel what she did to me. I wanted her again and again.

  Our trip home was fast, me flinging the car into the parking lot and climbing out, a tent in my damn jeans. She giggled as she saw me, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the building, the elevator waiting on us. As soon as the doors closed, I pressed her up against the wall, and ground against her, watching as her eyes darkened with passion. “I want you so fucking bad,” I growled, running my hands over her arms.

  “Benji,” she breathed as I kissed the side of her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “I-I want you too.”

  My body kicked into overdrive as the doors opened and we stepped out, walking to my apartment together. I was glad I had dropped Amelia off with Marcella today, intending on picking her up later on just in case I needed to get in some practice. But fighting was the last thing on my mind right now.

  I opened the door and let her in first before walking in, shutting the door behind me. She looked around as I kicked off my shoes. “You want a drink?”

  “Um no,” she answered, dropping her purse on the chair. I nodded, walking toward her until she was in my arms and I was kissing her again, my tongue playing the dangerous tango with hers. Danielle moaned into my mouth as her hands gripped the front of my shirt. Without breaking the kiss, I grabbed the back of the shirt and pulled it up over my head, forced to break it so I could work it the rest of the way off. She placed her hands on my bare chest, clearly her favorite place to touch as I started working on her shirt too, successfully pulling it over her head with some difficulty. She laughed and helped it off the rest of the way, throwing it on the floor near my shirt. I drew in a breath as I looked at her, overwhelmed by the sparkle in her eyes. This was Danielle, yet I was seeing her in an entirely different light, one that I wasn’t so sure what I was going to do about.

  “What?”

  My gaze snapped back to her face. “What?”

  “You first,” she breathed, a blush stealing across her cheeks. “Why are you looking at me in that way?”

  I shook my head, closing the distance between us. Now was not the time for talk. She moaned as I touched her breasts, my fingers roaming over her nipples insistently. “Yes,” she moaned. “Touch me, Benji.”

  I growled, my hands touching every part of her upper body, from her collarbone to her stomach, my fingers learning her dips and curves. “You’re gorgeous.”

  “More,” she said, reaching for my jeans. “More Benji.”

  “Yes ma’am,” I answered, reaching for her pants. The sound of bells filled the air, and she pushed on my shoulders until I was forced to break the kiss. “The doorbell.”

  Sure enough, the doorbell was ringing incessantly in the background. “They will go away,” I muttered, leaning down to kiss her again.

  Danielle laughed and pushed at my shoulders. “Make them go away.”

  Are you fucking serious? Someone was really against me getting more action tonight. I growled and stepped away from her, watching as she grabbed her shirt and hurried off in the direction of my bedroom. I willed my cock to ease down as I walked over to the door, my thoughts on Danielle in my bed. Whoever was on the other side of that door was about the get their asses handed to them.

  Flinging open the door, the words died on my tongue as I saw Marcella standing there, holding Amelia in her arms. She looked frantic, and I immediately became concerned. “I’m so sorry Mr. Lomns, but she’s running a fever. I tried to call your cell phone, but when you didn’t answer, I didn’t know what to do.”

  All the blood drained from my body as I immediately held out my hands to take my daughter from her, feeling her forehead myself and confirming the worst. “Thanks, Marcella,” I said, my voice thick with worry and emotion. Shit. “Do you need a ride or something?”

  She shook her head, her eyes on my daughter. “I just hope she feels better. There’s been a virus going around, and I hope she hasn’t gotten it.”

  I found my wallet on the floor and gave her some bills, not caring how much. My daughter was sick. She said goodbye and shut the door behind her as I looked at Amelia. Sure enough, she looked pale, her eyes looking not as bright as normal. Her cheeks were reddened from the fever, and she laid her head on my chest as if it was too heavy to hold up. “My poor baby,” I said, holding her close to me, worry racing through my veins. I didn’t know the first thing to do with a sick kid. “You don’t feel so good, huh?”

  She rewarded me by vomiting all over my chest.

  Danielle

  I was up and out of bed as soon as I heard voices, my sixth sense alerting me that something was wrong. I had laid on the bed, naked, thinking that Benji would be shooing off whoever had shown up, but the sounds coming from the living room had me thinking otherwise. Throwing on my clothes, I hurried out of the bedroom in time to meet Benji coming down the hall, covered in vomit. “She’s sick,” he said, the worry in his eyes wrenching my heart. “I fucking don’t know what to do Danielle.”

  “It’s fine,” I said, not showing him that I really didn’t know what to do either. It would only make him panic. “Let me have her so you can get cleaned up.”

  He reluctantly handed her over, and I talked softly to the little girl as I went into the bathroom, feeling her forehead once I sat her on the plush rug in front of the tub. “Aw darling,” I said, feeling the heat emanating from her. She whined softly, and I started a lukewarm bath, attempting to remember what I had read while I was pregnant about reducing a child’s fever. Yeah, I had been one of those moms, reading all the how-to guides that I could get my hands on. I didn’t remember much of them now.

  “Hey let’s get you all cleaned up,” I said softly to the little girl, pulling the shirt over her head. “And a nice bath will bring this fever right down.” Amelia said nothing as I stripped her down and turned off the water, testing the temperature before I lowered her in. She immediately started to splash, and I smiled. The dad might be torn up, but clearly, the kids bounced back pretty quickly. Taking a washcloth, I gently wet her entire body, listening to her coo and laugh in response, her babbling starting to sound like a word or two. In a blink of an eye, this child had gone from what I hoped a loving relationship with her mom to a dad who didn’t even know she existed but was treating her like a princess. “You don’t know how lucky you have it darling,” I said softly, watching her as she played with the water.

  “I think I’m the lucky one.”

  I turned and saw Benji standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m trying to get her fever down.”

  “A bath, huh,” he said, walking into the bathroom to look at her. “I would have never guessed.”

  I stood, stretching my back as I did so. “I think there’s some Tylenol in her room. I’ll go get it.”

  Benji caught my arm as I walked past, the jolt of his touch bringing back all the wonderful feelings I had been drowning in right before we were interrupted. “Don’t run off Danielle,” he said softly, his heated gaze warming me in places that his mouth had been mere minutes ago. “I want you here.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I found myself saying. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.

  He nodded and let go of me, allowing me to escape the confines of the bathroom so I could take a shuddering breath. I had nearly had sex with Benji Lomns. Again. I had just given myself up to him. It was so unlike me, but I was secretly thrilled as well. This was frightening territory with him, and I knew in my heart that I could easily fall in love with Benji if I wasn’t already half in love with him. He had me feeling things, thinking of a future that I thought was long ago destroyed by my own daughter
’s death.

  Locating the Tylenol that I had brought initially, I walked back to the bathroom, my heart melting as I looked at the scene before me. Benji was on the floor next to the tub, his hand on his daughter’s back as he gently poured water over her flushed body. She was whining and attempting to grab the cup he was using, but he didn’t stop, the concentration on his face reminding me of when he was in the cage practicing. He had one goal in mind, and not even his daughter’s whining was going to stop him from obtaining that goal. “I got the medicine,” I said softly, not wanting to disturb him.

  “Good,” he said, looking up at me. “I think we should put this monkey to bed.”

  I helped Benji get Amelia out of the tub and dried off, carrying her to his room as he went in search of some pajamas. I tried not to look at the bed in any other way but a place to sleep, but my mind kept going back to what had happened merely an hour before and how I was so close to ultimate bliss.

  “Puppies it is,” Benji announced as he came back into the room, carrying a pair of pink pajamas. Together we got her dressed, and I dosed out the medication, feeling her forehead as Benji dropped it into her mouth. “She’s still warm, but hopefully the medication will work.”

  Benji looked at me, all sort of worry written on his face. “When do we take her to the ER?”

  I reached over and laid a hand on his shoulder, finding his muscles tense under my touch. “She will be fine. It was probably something she ate or one of those overnight bugs. You’ll see. She will be just fine in the morning.”

  He nodded and laid her in the middle of the large bed, pulling off his shirt as he did. “She will sleep in here tonight, with us.”

  I bit my lip at his matter of fact tone. “Maybe I should go.”

  Benji covered Amelia with a light blanket before walking around the bed, his hands touching my upper arms. “I want you here,” he said softly, his eyes searching mine. “If nothing else but as a friend. Please. If she gets worse, I’m going to fucking go out of my mind, and I need someone with a level head.”