He would more than do!
I pulled open the door.
He looked up.
“You okay?” he asked, unfolding to his full six feet three height.
“I have a problem.”
A flash of concern crossed his face. “What?”
“That chocolate.”
“You don’t like it?”
“The contrary.” I curled my index finger, and motioned him to follow me into the room. Gave a small, coy smile.
“Ah, you saw sense,” he said, following me in and spying the wrapper abandoned on the floor.
“Common sense, no sense, nonsense, I don’t know.” I shrugged, shut the door and attached the chain. “Either way it was deliciously sinful.”
He watched my movements, tilted his head. “Sinful?”
“Yes, so the trouble is, Krane.” I walked to the window, being sure to sashay like the fabulous Hollywood A-lister I was. “You’ve left me with rather a dilemma.”
“I have?” I’d put money on him staring at my ass right now. What man wouldn’t given the chance?
I pulled the curtains, dimming the room to a warm amber glow. “Yes, and since it was you who created this problem...” I turned. He was standing with his hands in his pockets and his eyes narrowed. “It’s only fair that you help me out with it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Where’s your gun?”
“Where it always is.”
“Put it on the side.” I pointed at the table.
“Why?” He made no move.
“Because I don’t want it going off accidently when you help me burn off those calories.” I walked over to him, pouted my lips and put my hands on my hips. “Go on.”
A muscle flexed in his cheek.
“Gun,” I said again, standing close and looking up into his shadowed face. I could make out every dot of stubble over his top lip and across his chin. “Lose it.”
His nostrils flared then he reached into his holster and set his weapon on the table where he’d put the chocolate.
“Krane,” I whispered, going up on tiptoes and leaning into him, much closer than I ever had before. Breaking all the rules of personal space. “You think you can bring chocolate in here, tempt me to fill up on sugar and fat and get away with it scot free?”
“I’m not sure what you mean?” His breath was hot and masculine, maybe with a hint of coffee.
“One hundred and seventy five,” I whispered.
“One hundred and seventy five what?” he repeated in a low, growling tone.
“Calories, that’s how many calories that chocolate bar was, and...” I glanced at the clock. “I have a fraction over half an hour to burn them off.”
His gaze was roaming my face; it slid downward, to my neck and the hollow of my throat. “So you want me to take you to the gym?” He swallowed tightly.
I shook my head, loosened the belt on my robe. “No time for that, more drastic measures are called for.”
That muscle flexed in his cheek again and darkness filled the depths of his eyes. “The words drastic measures are ringing alarm bells for me.”
“Alarm bells? Why, you don’t think you handle me?” I gave a cocky smile.
“I can handle you just fine. It’s all the lunatics out there who want a piece of you that scare the shit out of me.”
I opened my robe completely, let it slide to the floor and gather around my feet. I wore a pale aqua bra and pantie set. A tiny white flower sat at the center of the bra, between the cups.
“Tatyana,” Krane said, roaming his gaze over my body. “What are you doing?”
A flash in his eyes told me he was surprised by my action. But being a man in absolute control he didn’t step back, he stayed up close and personal. His body heat radiating onto my flesh and making me want more. More of him; all of him.
Fuck he was hot, standing there all dangerous and hard in his pristine suit. There was mysteriousness about him, an untamed, uncontrollable wildness that said he would never be ruled by anyone but himself.
But still, he was mine, to a degree. I paid his wages, he was duty bound to bend to my needs, wishes and today, my desires.
“I think you know what I’m doing?” I said quietly.
“I really don’t.”
I rested my hands on the smooth lapels of his jacket, stroked the fine material. “I need to burn off those calories, right now, right here and there’s only one way to do that efficiently in the time I have.”
He looked at my fingers caressing his clothes. “And that is?”
I paused for dramatic effect. It wasn’t everyday a guy was invited into Tatyana Starr’s bed. In fact it had been over a year since I’d made that offer. “I need you to make love to me... now.”
He tipped his head lower, toward mine and swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “Making love to you isn’t in my job description.” His voice was a fraction deeper. But again if he was shocked by my demand, he hid it well in his facial expression.
“It’s in the job description now.” I slipped my hands beneath his jacket, pushed it from the first slope of his shoulders. He made no move to help it on its way.
“Trouble is,” he said, “in my mind making love is exactly that, between two people in love.”
I shoved his jacket a little harder, still with no effect. “Not always.”
“Yes always, and we’re not in love, are we?”
I paused. “No, I guess not.”
He captured my chin in his hand; a big, hard, hot hand, his fingers digging into my cheek. He dragged in a breath. “If it’s not making love it’s just sex.”
I stared up at the rigid, almost feral look in his face. It did funny things to the tremble between my legs. Made me feel excited and also a little bit scared. “Just sex?”
“Yes.” He paused. “Is that what you want?”
Hell yes.
I nodded and succeeded in slipping his jacket free. It fell to the carpet. “Yes, sex. I want sex of the energetic, sweaty variety, to burn up those fucking calories you gave me.”
“That’s the only way I have sex.” He wound an arm around my waist and snapped me against his body, whooshing the air from my lungs. “Energetic and sweaty is what I call fucking,” he said and lowered his lips to mine, hovered them there. “And I fuck fast, hard and for a reason, Tatyana.”
I gripped his crisp white shirt. Beneath it he was like a damn brick wall. “And that reason is?”
“To find satisfaction in the quickest, most efficient way possible, for both me and the woman I’m with.”
Oh fuck. That sounded like an excellent plan. “Okay.” I wriggled against him and found what I was looking for - a hard wedge of flesh pressing into my abdomen. “So you think you’re up for the challenge? One hundred and seventy-five calories in half an hour.”
“You do realize how dangerous it is to set an ex-marine a challenge?”
“Danger is my middle name,” I said, sliding my hands over his collar and linking my fingers at the nape of his neck.
“Generally I like to make sure it isn’t, but for the next thirty minutes, if you’re sure it’s what you want, then I’ll make an exception.”
“Yes. It’s what I want. Krane - ”
My words were cut off as he took possession of my mouth. His lips were firm but soft, his tongue determined and powerful.
I pulled him closer. Gave as good as I got. Moaned in delight.
Damn, all those hours I’d spent with Krane. I’d never once suspected he would be such a talented kisser. He was of the extreme variety, that was for sure, but fuck it was good. Nothing like the reverent screen kisses I’d enjoyed of late. This was passion unbridled, raw male lust devouring me.
Suddenly I was in th
e air. He’d swooped me up, without breaking the kiss, and was striding toward the bed.
He dropped me on the covers. Knocking the breath from my lungs. I righted from my tumble and scrabbled to my knees.
“Get those scraps of material off.” He nodded at my bra and pulled free his tie, tossed it aside.
I did as he asked. Scrabbled with the clasp at my back. My hands were shaking. I was so turned on, but also apprehensive. I’d never seen Krane moving with such urgency - except that time he’d taken the bullet, but that was all a bit of a blur. Now he was undressing with flawless efficiency, removing his clothes and toeing off his shoes. The look on his face was one of focus and determination. I couldn’t help but wonder exactly what I’d unleashed.
Without taking my attention from his emerging body, I kicked free of my underwear. His chest was impossibly wide; he had a light tan, and considerably more than a dusting of black body hair. I noticed a long, silvery scar on the right side of his abdomen and another, rounder, redder one on his shoulder, where the exit wound had been from last year’s bullet.
He shoved at his boxers and his cock jutted free; erect and thick, the head swollen and a dark mauve.
“You got condoms?” he asked.
“Err, no. Haven’t needed them for so long.”
He twitched his eyebrows. Though I knew he wasn’t taken aback. He’d known who I was with and what I was doing every minute of every day for so long. It was his job. Well, one of them.
Stooping he delved into the pocket of his trousers. Pulled out his wallet, flipped it and produced a red foil packet. He tossed it onto the pillow and then crawled onto the bed. Toward me.
I swallowed and wondered how many calories I’d burned so far. Surely all this sexual tension simmering between us would be good for eating away at them.
I rested back and he came over me, his broad shoulders creating a shadow, blocking out everything but him.
“You ready?” he asked, resting his hands on the pillow, either side of my head.
“Bring it on.” I reached down, quickly, and grabbed his cock. Squeezed with a firm grip until I could feel the pulse in his shaft.
He hissed out a breath. “Fuck it, Tatyana.”
“What, you don’t want me to touch you?” I raised my head, sucked his bottom lip and then gave it a nip with my teeth.
“Yeah, but Jesus. Your little hands...”
“Mmm, your big dick.” I gave a few firm push-pulls, base to head and watched his eyes glaze over. “You like that?’ I asked.
“It’s a good start.”
He kissed me again and I continued to play with his cock, bringing it to granite hardness. I was writhing and wriggling beneath him. Arching to press my breasts into his wiry chest hair, curling my legs around the backs of his thighs, and sliding the instep of my foot down his thick calves, to his ankle and back up to his knees.
“Ah, baby,” he groaned and shifted. “I gotta get inside you.”
Excellent plan.
“Like this.” He dropped to his back and in one swift movement plonked me on top of him, so I was straddling his abdomen.
It was a good job my legs were long, he was so damn big beneath me. Everything about Krane was plus-sized, the opposite to my miniscule proportions.
His gaze drank me up and I jutted my chest to maximize the small breasts the goddamn diet had left me with.
With his jaw clenched he roamed his rough palms over me, cupping the slight weight of first my right and then my left breast. I joined in, tweaked my nipples and let darts of bliss run through my chest and down to my pussy.
With my eyes closed I leaned back. I was wet and warm, my pussy moist against his solid six-pack. I hadn’t realized just how much I’d missed sex. I should definitely be doing it more often.
“You building up a sweat yet?” he asked gruffly.
“Not yet,” I managed on a pant. “Oh, fuck, I...” He slipped his hand lower, slid into the moist folds of my pussy.
“We’d best get moving then,” he said. “We’re on the clock, remember?” He entered me with one thick finger, easily gliding through my moisture.
I clamped my internal walls around him. Adoring the filling sensation. Krane was touching me just right, filling and stretching, stroking over my G-spot.
He added another finger. I gasped and clutched his wrist.
“I, oh, Krane. It’s been a while.”
“Can’t you handle it?”
The testing look on his face steeled my resolve. “Yes, yes, of course I can.” I ground onto his hand to prove that I could. I might be little, snappable almost, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t cope with a good hard fuck. “Give me your best. I need to burn those bastard calories.” The sting of the stretch was delicious mixing with the pleasure of penetration.
“If you’re still thinking about those fucking calories I’m not doing this right.” He pulled his fingers from my pussy and grabbed the condom. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Dizzy with anticipation, I did as he asked then watched from the corner of my eye as he tore the wrapper with his teeth and rolled the clear ring of latex down his cock.
“You ready?’ he asked, moving behind me and gripping my hips in a vise-like hold.
I hesitated. Was I? This was Krane about to fuck me. Krane looking at my naked ass, my hot, wet pussy lips. Krane, my damn bodyguard!
“Tatyana?”
“Yes, yes, I’m ready.”
“I’m not one of your soppy co-stars, you know?”
“I know.” I shifted my butt from side to side. “I know that.”
“This is the real deal. A real fuck.”
“Yes.” With a real man, I added silently. I could hardly wait. “Oh, oh, yeah...ah...” He slipped the head of his cock into my pussy, his fingers helping ease the way through my folds. “Krane...”
“Damn it you’re tight,” he said, gripping me with an even firmer hold. “Try and relax a bit, let me in.”
There was no way I could shift, I was at his mercy, he owned my body. Whether he wanted to slam his dick home or take it nice and slow. It was entirely up to him.
“Here you go,” he said, “let’s get going here.”
He forged in, full depth, his balls slamming up against my labia. I bowed my back, raised my head, stared at the intricate woodwork on the headboard. I was so crammed, my pussy overextended every which way. The sensation was exquisite delight mixed with a stitch of pain.
I’d just begun to get used to it when he pulled out, plundered back in.
“Ah, yes. Krane!” I fisted the sheets, shunted back for more impalement. “Give it to me.”
“Oh, you’re going to get it?” He fisted my hair, tugged until my neck was strained and I was staring at the curtains at the head of the four-poster. “Feel that sweat forming? Do you?”
I groaned, loud and abandoned as he set up hard, rapid strokes over my G-spot. He’d claimed me so totally. I was his.
Pressure was building, a sublime vat of bliss. Moans of desperation were spilling from my lips. Never before had I been battered with such force, such primitive male power. “Oh, oh, I’m going to...”
“No, not yet.” He withdrew, suddenly, released my hair and pulled away.
“What, oh, but...” My climax had been within sight.
“You need longer at this.”
I turned to him. His teeth were gritted; there was a rise of color on his cheeks. “Ride me.”
“Yes, okay.” I was struggling for breath. My pussy was thrumming, my whole body alive with pleasure, such a nice change from the grueling torture of late.
Again he dropped to his back. I went to straddle him but he locked his hand around my upper arm. “Face my feet.”
I nodded and quickly positioned myself above
his cock. Sank down, a little. He gripped my waist, his hands practically meeting back and front. “Mmm,” I moaned, as the ridged head of his cock smoothed over my G-spot.
“Now work up some energy, baby,” he said, jerking his hips to he was fully seated.
“Ah, yes,” I gasped and leaned forward, pressed my palms on his thick thighs. Oh, the feeling was divine from this angle. I was stuffed full. My clit wasn’t getting any stimulation, but it didn’t matter, my inner secret place was being pressed into relentlessly.
“Move,” he said, almost a snarl.
I began a fast pump and grind, eating his cock with my pussy and then slipping almost off it.
My skin was hot and tingling, perspiration popping on my forehead, cleavage and underarms. I was lost to sensation, wicked, beautiful sensation.
Krane was panting for breath behind me, even though I knew he was super-fit, he too was getting a workout.
Again my orgasm began to bloom. A fabulous deep climax that was growing from the very center of my pelvis.
“Ah, yes, come, come now,” Krane said, his voice strangled and tight.
I didn’t need to be told twice. The gruff command had me spiraling into ecstasy. A mind-blowing spin of sensations, all bursting and radiating from my core.
Bouncing harder, faster I blasted into a second wave of sensation. Cried out and dug my nails into Krane’s hairy thighs.
With dizzying speed I was thrown onto my back and Krane was above me. The air flew from my lungs and I’d barely had time to suck it in again when he rammed his cock deep into my pussy and set up a frantic, hard rhythm. The bed creaked and groaned, my breast jiggled. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung on.
“Oh, yes...yes...” I gasped, cupping his face in my palms.
He gritted his teeth and stared down at me as his hard body whacked up against my clit. Over and Over.
“You hot and sweaty?” he panted.
“Yes, yes, oh, Krane, you feel so good.”
“So do you.” He dropped his head, consumed my mouth, his tongue prodding at the same furious speed as his cock.
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