Dangerous Law (Suit Romance Series): A Rogue Operative Romance

by Marianne Morea

  She winced again the horrible news. “Was the girl ever found?”

  “Yes, thank God, but the cost of life was horrific. Again, ring leaders knew the plans ahead of the game. Averill somehow managed to get his hands on the report before Senator March sanitized it or at the very least, spun it his way.

  “The general knew then he had to form his own group. Covert, deadly and yes—rogue. This gig is ours. Commander Ward, the man who initially questioned you, is related to the general, so he’s got skin in the game, too. They needed to make sure you would do whatever it takes to bring down the top three in this vile pyramid.

  “These three scumbags—March, Harmon, and Durov—are the greedy bastards providing political protection and a way to funnel the money into legit channels. Once that’s gone, the organization’s soft underbelly will be exposed.”

  “What about Frank Lauder?”

  His jaw stiffened. “I still don’t have the evidence to prove he’s involved, but my gut tells me he’s neck deep in this and my gut is never wrong. This party will tell me everything I need to know.”

  “And?” she asked.

  Devlin’s eyes darkened. “Then he’s a dead man walking.”

  “What about our insurance policy? It’s in my apartment in D.C.” she explained.

  He shook his head. “Lauder used you as bait once, so now we’re going to turn the tables. Let it slip there might be a second list out there backed up by bank records.”

  “But that’s all true.” Her brows knotted, not following.

  He nodded. “Yes, and that’s what will make it as easy to use as a carrot on a stick. We’ll let it slip at the fundraiser and then watch them squirm.”

  “So anything goes?”

  He nodded. “Yup.”

  “And what about us?” She chewed on her lip almost afraid to ask. Sex was one thing. Telling her she was in his thoughts was a step in the right direction, but now? She wanted to know.

  The question lingered in the air longer than she expected, making her sorry she let the words past her lips.

  Devlin slipped his fingers under her chin and lifted her face. He dipped his lips to hers, brushing them with a feather touch.

  “I told you I spent the last year and a half dreaming about you in the flesh. Does that mean I thought about your lush curves, masturbated to the memory of how you felt beneath me and the way you tasted? Sure, but it also means I dreamt about you.

  “Who you are, your smile, your wit, the way you light up when you laugh. You. I never want to be farther away from you again than I am right now. So, yeah, anything goes for us, too, as long as we’re together.”

  She exhaled tightening her arms around his waist. “I love knowing you’ve got my back.”

  Cupping her face, he kissed her again before sliding his hands over her shoulders to her back. “I do. I got you covered, baby.”

  “Is that so?” she said with a giggle. “Care to demonstrate?”

  He walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. “That’s my line, remember?” Reaching for the hem of her dress, he kissed her lips. “Besides, you still need to show me your easy access.” He pushed the fabric high, bunching it in one hand over her hip as he stroked her pussy with his thumb.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Jessica. Like I wanted to in that dressing room. You are so fucking sexy and wet. I want you to watch in the mirror. I want you to see your face as you I make you come. Watch that gorgeous blush spread across your skin as I spread your pretty pink pussy wide with my cock.”

  Taking her bunched hem in both hands, he lifted it over her head, letting her dress fall to the floor. He shrugged from his suit jacket and then did the same with his shirt, leaving his tie around his neck.

  “Look at yourself, Jess,” he said, turning her head toward the mirror over the dresser. You’re beautiful.”

  He scooped her into his arms and carried her naked to the side of the bed. “On your knees, baby.”

  Jessica climbed onto the mattress and turned kneeling back on her heels. She lifted one hand to Devlin’s chest as the other unbuttoned his pants.

  Shaking his head, he covered her hand with him. “Turn around, baby. Face the mirror.”

  She ran a hand over his hard bar, cupping his balls through his suit pants before scooting around. In the mirror, she watched him unzip his fly. He moved in such sexy slow motion, she licked her lips as he spread the front of his pants, and pushed them low enough to fist his cock.

  “Touch yourself, Jessica. Kneel up and spread your knees wide and touch your pussy. Stroke your slit. I want to see your fingers glistening with your slick juice.”

  Glancing over her shoulder, she straightened and then slid her hand from her throat, over her breasts, letting her fingers splay downward on her belly as she inched her way south.

  “That’s it, spread your lips and show me your clit,” he said pushing his pants to the ground.

  He let his hands roam her breasts. Squeezing and pinching the full flesh, working her nipples until hard peaks formed under his fingers.

  She gasped, angling her head for his lips as they kissed her neck to her ear.

  “You’re so hot, babe. Look at the flush on your skin.” His hand covered hers as she worked her pussy, keeping his other at her breasts.

  “Slid in and out with me. Stuff that slit with our fingers together,” he whispered behind her ear.

  His eyes locked with hers in the mirror as his thumb circled her nub, their joined hand plunging deep in her sex.

  Jessica’s back arched and her body tensed as a climax crested and exploded against their mingled fingers.

  She slumped back against his chest as he slowly caressed her sensitive flesh. Taking her hand with his, he lifted their fingers to her mouth.

  “Taste, Jessica.”

  She opened her mouth and licked his fingers, sucking them between her lips. Devlin pulled his hand from her mouth and then did the same, lifting her fingers to his mouth. He moaned, savoring the flavor and then pulled her hand away, resting it on her chest as he turned her face and took her mouth.

  His tongue licked her lips before delving deep. Breaths mingled and tongues danced until she gasped, breaking their kiss.

  He slipped his tie over his head and then grinned at her in the mirror. “Want to play a game, Jess?” he asked.

  “I’ve had your hand, but what I really want is your cock. I you want you to fuck me, Dev. So if that’s part of the fun, then yes…I’m game.”

  “Lie back, then,” he said with a smirk.

  She scooted higher onto the bed and lay back, propping herself on the pillows.

  He tied her wrists and then anchored them to the headboard.

  “Now, you’re mine,” he grinned. “I intend to tease you and suck you and fuck you boneless.”

  Jessica yanked on her silk bonds. “I still have my legs, tough guy. Remember, I’ve been training again. I can take you if I have to.”

  He crawled forward, licking her from her belly to one breast, biting her nipple. “Oh, you’ll take me all right. Hard and deep, and you will love it.”

  With a grin she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her wet slit to his bulging head.

  “Promise?”

  ***

  The two woke to cloud cover and the sound of rain on the window outside the hotel.

  Jessica rolled over, her arm brushing Devlin’s back. She scooched closer, resting the flat of her hand between his shoulder blades.

  “You gearing up to push me out of bed?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder past the blanket.

  With a sigh, she snuggled in, slipping her hand under his arm so it snaked over his chest for her to spoon up tightly. “Why would I do that? I like having you around. It’s like have a big warm pet in the bed.”

  “Pet?” He laughed, turning over to face her. “Last night you said I was your fantasy come true. Do you have something you’d like to share with the class then? Any odd fetishes I sho
uld know about?”

  With a smirk, she shoved at his chest. “No, but you are strong and loyal and you like to lick me in all the right places, regardless of my jiggly bits.”

  “You’ve got a very weird sense of humor, you know that?” he said, kissing the tip of her nose.

  She shrugged. “Well, I’m a Brit. What did you expect?”

  He held out one arm and she cuddled in against his chest. She traced the lines of his six-pack, her fingers moving in slow absent caresses.

  “Is your hand on a particular path, or are we just surveying the terrain?” he asked with a chuckle.

  “Hmmm?”

  Devlin lifted her face, kissing the tip of her nose again. “You’re wool gathering,” he said with a soft grin. “Or at least that’s what my gran used to say. Care to tell me what’s got you so far away?”

  “It’s nothing, really.”

  Shifting onto one elbow, he kept her tucked in the crook of his arm. “Tell me. Even if it’s nothing.”

  Jessica brushed her fingers over the side of his cheek. “We’ve been through so much together, and here, in bed, we fit like hand in glove—”

  “Or hand in pussy,” he teased, tweaking her bare nipple.

  “Dev, I’m serious. You mentioned your gran. That I know nothing about her or your life only reiterates how little I know about you at all, and vice versa. You’ve got skills. That’s for sure. Both in and out of bed. I come like rockets every time you touch me. You’re deadly in the field, brave, strong and unafraid. I feel safe with you, but I don’t know you.”

  She shrugged. “And you don’t know me. Not really. Yet my feelings for you are so strong, I can’t see straight.”

  He was quiet as he took in her face and the worry etched in her eyes. Jessica let her hand slide from his cheek, but before it slipped to the bed, he took her fingers and laced them with his, bringing her knuckles to his mouth.

  “There’s only one answer to all that, Jess. We need to get to know each other. That’s all. My feelings for you are just as strong as yours. So, let’s do what people do when they have a mutual attraction and want to see where things lead. They court.”

  She stifled a giggle. “As in keeping company? Did I miss a time warp? Is it suddenly the 1950s again?”

  “No, seriously. Go on a date with me. One that requires us to be vertical and not with you pressed against a wall and me between your legs. We can talk. Ask questions about each other. Laugh.” His gaze flicked to their rumbled bed. “By traditional standards we’ve gone about things the wrong way, but we can fix that, right?”

  She tilted her head. “And what about Teddy’s rule. Your rule.”

  “What rule?”

  “Your no attachments, rule. That’s what,” she replied.

  He thought for a moment and didn’t miss the mix of hope and doubt on her face.

  “Screw the rules. We’ve gone rogue, right? So, anything goes, and that applies to me and you, too.” He kissed her knuckles again. “Ms. Banning, would you do me the honor of spending the day with me?”

  With a giggle, she nodded.

  “Good. So, what do you like to do for fun?”

  Jessica raised an eyebrow, letting her gaze dip to his naked hips and the rest hidden beneath the blanket.

  “Other than that, you nasty girl,” he laughed.

  She pursed her lips. “Well, it is raining.”

  “Yeah, but doesn’t it rain in England most times?” he countered.

  “Not most,” she grinned toying with the edge of the blanket, sliding it lower on his hips, “but close. We Brits like things wet.” She waggled her eyebrows.

  Rolling over, he pulled her on top of his chest, and she sat up, straddling his hips. He cupped her breasts, grazing his thumbs over both nipples. “Lucky for me. But you still didn’t answer my question. Well?”

  “If you want me to answer, I’ll need a little encouragement.” She leaned forward, folding her arms together on his chest.

  “I can do encouragement easy. What about a sensual spa day and a couple’s massage? Or champagne and strawberries?”

  Considering, she pursed her lips again and then pushed them into a side smirk. “Champagne and strawberries sounds lovely if they came with a ride in the park, and afterward I’d really like to go to the planetarium.”

  “A stargazer, huh?”

  She gave him a playful pinch. “Hey, you asked, and since you accurately guessed it rains every third day in the U.K., I’m not ashamed to tell you I spent a lot of time finding things to do indoors, but my favorite thing to do as a kid was look through my grandfather’s telescope.”

  “Your grandfather,” he repeated.

  Jessica nodded. “He was a merchant seaman, and when he and Gran were first married, he came home with a telescope that looked like it belonged in the rubbish bin. It was green and scuffed and the lenses were cockeyed, but Granddad loved it. He restored that telescope until it warranted a place in the Royal Naval Museum.”

  “The green patina. That was because it was brass, right?”

  “Yes,” she grinned. “It was a real antique and it was his pride and joy…well, next to me and Pen. Anytime we were lucky enough to have a clear night, he’d bundle us out of bed without waking the rest of the house and take us up to the roof to look at the stars.” She grinned to herself. “He’d bring cocoa and biscuits and we’d have a feast, just the three of us.”

  Devlin cocked his head. “Pen?”

  “Penelope. My sister. She’s a year younger than me. She lives here in New York.”

  “How old are you, anyway?” he asked, dodging another pinch.

  “Three rules, Devlin Law, even if anything goes. Never ask a woman her age, her weight, or answer truthfully when she asks if something makes her look fat. They’re loaded questions that put a bullseye on your face.”

  He burst out laughing. “Aye, aye, ma’am.”

  “Anyway, our bedtime picnics stopped once Pen discovered boys, but I still loved to sneak onto the roof myself. I had books and charts and didn’t mind spending time alone, much to Mum’s disapproval. I think she would have rather I was a runaround, like my sister, but then I went off to Uni and eventually became a barrister, so it was all good.”

  Dev stuck his hand behind his head and smiled. “Well, counselor, if you don’t move your sweet ass off my hips, the only stars you’re going to see are the ones when I make you come, how did you say? Like rockets?”

  Jessica dropped her chin to her chest, eyeing him as she rolled her hips enough to graze his growing erection. “Challenge accepted, rocket man. Make me see stars.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Jessica let go of Devlin’s hand as he helped her into the covered carriage. The rain had dwindled to a light drizzle breaking the humidity, and in the summer in New York City, any day with no humidity was a blessing.

  He settled in next to her and reached for the basket the driver held for them. Inside were two champagne flutes, a bowl of strawberries, sliced cheese and apples, and a loaf of crusty bread.

  “This is perfect, Dev.” Jess sat back on the red tufted seat. “Even the rain is stopping for us.”

  Devlin nodded to the driver and the man clicked his cheek for the horses to head to the park’s entrance.

  “One more thing,” he said, taking a small box of chocolates from his pocket. “Queen Anne cherries. Their messy and sweet and their juice drips onto your chin when you bite them, kind of like you when I nibble between your legs.” He opened the box and lifted one of the candies to her lips. “Open for me, Jess.”

  She smirked. “You sure you mean for the candy?”

  “For now.” He glanced to the driver and the people jogging in the park before turning his eyes back. “You see those benches over there?”

  She nodded, taking the chocolate from his fingers and plopping it in her mouth.

  “They remind me of when I first noticed you at Langley.” He slipped his arm around her shoulders.

  “You mean
when you caught me embarrassed to high heaven because I was covered in whip cream?”

  A grin spread across his lips. “You weren’t exactly covered, but hold that thought for later.”

  “You’re incorrigible,” she said, giving him a playful nudge.

  “It’s all part of my charm.”

  Jessica laughed. “That’s debatable.”

  “Anyway, I’d see you sitting on that same bench with your book every afternoon, even when it started getting cold. You’d cross your legs, showing off those gorgeous heels. It’s like you knew I was looking and you teased me unmercifully. Do you know how often I dreamt of you before we actually met?”

  She looked across her shoulder at him. “Even with your no-attachment rule?”

  “Hey, no-attachments did not mean celibacy. Tap and go. That was our modus operandi,” he said without apology.

  Pursing her lips, she looked out her side of the carriage. “So why didn’t you tap and go with me, then? If you dreamt of me and you knew I watched you as much as you watched me, then I was an easy target.” She turned back to see his face.

  “Because, even with that perfect set-up, you were different. I knew it then, and I know it now. Once this thing tomorrow is over, I want to see where this attraction takes us. It’s time.”

  She looked at him, a small frown crinkling her eyes. “Time? What, like your biological clock? I’m sorry, my lover, but that excuse doesn’t apply to Y chromosomes.”

  “See, now that’s what I adore about you,” he replied. “You are so quick and clever and you say what you mean and mean what you say. You don’t play games like the other women I’ve known.”

  The steady clip-clop of the horse’s hooves slowed until the driver stopped beside a path that led to a pretty gazebo.

  “What’s this?” she asked.

  Devlin stood from the tufted seat and picked up the basket. “Where better to have a picnic on a rainy day?”

  The driver opened the narrow scoop-edged door to the carriage and pulled down the folder step. Devlin climbed down first and then held his hand to help Jessica.