by Ava Meyers
When she turned towards the bathroom, he patted her ass. “When Richard’s taken care of, you can order me around all you want. And I promise to do exactly what you say, Monday through Sunday. So long as we’re in bed.”
***
As soon as Sarah locked herself in the bathroom, Luke retrieved the duffel bag from her front closet that Noah had stashed there earlier—it contained a radio, a bullet-proof vest, a flashlight, and a standard issue revolver. Of course, Luke bypassed the revolver for his own Glock. He strapped up, then activated his earpiece. “Sarah’s secure but I still want an officer on the house at all times. What’s the bastard doing, Noah?”
“He’s sitting in his car. His head’s back and his eyes are closed. From the way he was driving, he’s probably shit-faced and passed out.”
“Or he just wants us to think that.” And maybe when the opportunity was right, he’d open fire on the first person who tried approaching him. “From what Sarah told you, the guy’s not all there. We’ll do this right. No taking chances. I don’t want some overzealous union attorney claiming entrapment and I don’t want anyone getting hurt if we can avoid it. That includes Walters. He’s a bastard, but Sarah’s had enough to deal with.”
“I hear you,” Noah confirmed. “Come out. We’ll cover you.”
Taking Noah at his word, Luke stepped outside and moved towards Richard’s car, a pretentious Ford pickup, parked two blocks down the street. He kept his gun within easy reach. When he was about ten feet behind Richard’s car, Luke turned on the flashlight, and shined it on the driver’s side. “It’s Detective Luke Anderson, Richard. IA Detective Noah James and his men are nearby, just in case. Sarah told me what’s been going on. I’d like to talk to you.”
Luke practically choked on the civilized request, but he knew, just as Richard did, that he had no legal authority to detain or arrest the man. Hell, he couldn’t even compel Richard to talk to him, but that didn’t mean the prick couldn’t talk to him voluntarily. The question was, would he?
The driver’s side door opened and Luke tensed, ready to draw his weapon at any sign of aggressive movement. He needn’t have bothered.
Richard stumbled out, eyes glassy and red, reeking of alcohol and slurring his words. “Stupid bitch…Told her not to…to…talk to no one.” He glared at Luke. “Mother fucker…it wuj always you see—she wanted…”
Luke couldn’t rip his head off for calling Sarah a bitch—not if he wanted to do things by the book—but man, he really wanted to. “Come and get him, Noah,” Luke gritted out.
Now they had cause to arrest him because he’d obviously been driving drunk. But when Noah’s men came towards him, he screamed obscenities, not aware or just not caring that his own spit peppered his chin. Weaving, he punched and kicked, missing his targets by miles. They got him in a patrol car in under three minutes, then searched his car. Inside, they found lock-picking tools, his service revolver, and a hunting knife.
It was the knife that compelled Luke to divert from his “by-the-book” intentions. While Noah and his men occupied themselves with other tasks, Luke strolled to the patrol car, opened the door, dragged Richard out, and slammed him against the side. Leaning down so the man got a good look at his face, Luke told him in graphic detail what he’d do if Richard ever thought about Sarah again, let alone came within fifty feet of her.
Luke meant every damn word.
He’d do anything to protect the woman he loved.
Richard knew it, too, which was why he pissed his pants minutes before Luke shoved him back inside the patrol car.
After Noah and his men took Richard away, Luke rushed back to Sarah. His eyes rounded when he saw the bathroom door open. He cursed when he found the bathroom empty. “Damn it, Sarah…”
He opened the bedroom door and nearly came in his jeans at what he saw.
Sarah was reclining on the bed, propped up by pillows so she could look directly at him, but she didn’t stop moving the massive blue dildo she had shoved between her thighs and up into her. She shuddered as she circled the head of the toy against her clit.
“This is the only way I was able to survive without you. I call it my ‘little Luke substitute.’”
Mesmerized, he moved forward while shedding his clothes so fast he was surprised they remained intact. “Jesus, Sarah, there’s nothing little about that thing. It’s huge.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, you’re pretty big yourself, mister.”
“Give that thing to me.”
“Why?” she pouted. She closed her eyes and flung back her head as she buried the toy fully inside her again. “Oh God, Luke, wait…I’m going to come.”
“Oh no, you don’t.” He rushed toward her and lightly gripped the wrist that held the toy. Slowly, he dragged the device out of her clenching pussy, smiling when he buried it inside her again and she moaned out in surprise.
He worked the toy shallowly inside her, too shallowly for her to achieve release. Eventually, she began to fight him. He forced her to take what he gave her for several minutes before withdrawing the toy completely. He licked it like a Popsicle, then threw it behind him. Folding her knees back against her chest, he gripped his cock and positioned it at her entrance. “Don’t you want me to answer your question?” he breathed as he tortured both of them, barely rubbing himself against her tiny opening.
“What?” she muttered, clearly having lost track of their conversation.
She hissed in a breath when he moved to the side and penetrated her with a long, callused finger. Then two. When he added a third, her hips jerked, and she frantically tried to bump and grind her way to release. With a chuckle, he withdrew his fingers and pushed his cock into her core.
“Never, ever, send a toy to do a man’s job,” he gasped out before burying himself inside her to the hilt.
She was still laughing when he pounded her over the edge, throwing her into an orgasm that had her muscles clenching and her arms embracing him and her mouth kissing him to his own release.
“I’m so happy,” she said eons later.
“Me, too, baby. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you’re even happier.”
“I just don’t see how that’s possible.”
He stirred inside her. “Them’s fighting words.”
With a purr, she wiggled under him. “Oh yeah? Well how about these words? You promised it was my turn to order you around. You did say you’d do whatever I wanted, right?”
“Anything and everything, baby. For the rest of our lives. Starting now.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ava Meyers is a former criminal prosecutor who enjoys exploring the light and dark sides of humanity. Her erotica novels are steamy but also infused with that most essential element of life — love.
You can find more about Ava Meyers at www.avameyers.com.
Ava also writes paranormal romantic suspense and romantic suspense under the name Virna DePaul. www.virnadepaul.com
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Please read an excerpt of Virna DePaul’s upcoming paranormal romantic suspense novel Chosen By Blood (Book 1 in the Para-Ops Novels) (Berkley Publishing - May 2011 - available for pre-order now at Amazon.com):
A firm knock interrupted them. Muscles pumped as if for battle, Knox slowly stood. He didn’t turn, not even when Mahone called for his visitor to come in.
“I came as soon as I—”
It didn’t matter that he was in Mahone’s office, that Mahone was watching him, or that he and Mahone had just been discussing something as important as his clan.
He hadn’t been in the same room with her in years, but his body’s reaction to her presence was the same as it always was: instantaneous.
Her scent hit him like a sledgehammer and was followed by a wave of longing so intense it almost felled him. His skin prickled and his fangs ached as he fought to keep them sheathed. He couldn’t stop the hardening of his dick, however, or the urge he had to grab her and transport her t
o the Dome. To his bed. To someplace where duty and time dissolved, and he could just be with her.
She didn’t gasp or take a breath. Her words simply stopped. Something rare crystallized inside him.
Had she gotten over him? Had she found someone else?
Another emotion—pure, undiluted rage—filled him at the thought of her with another. It made everything else, every other emotion he’d ever felt, seem innocuous. Made him want to rip off his clothes—the luxurious symbols of civility that he normally loved—and make her see him as he truly was—primal, lethal, and fucking ready to prove to her that she was his, once and for all.
Instead, he took a deep breath and willed himself to calm. He opened his mind. Just a hair. Just enough to sense the desire buried beneath her resolve. Enough to dismiss that foreign emotion of fear and tamp down his rage.
When he was assured of his control, Knox slowly turned and faced the human female he’d wanted to bite from the moment he’d seen her. She was dressed conservatively in a white oxford shirt and navy blue pants, her auburn hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Taller than most females, she was neither delicate nor bulky. While most would consider her average in looks and sex appeal, Knox saw what most didn’t.
He saw the strength in her supple body.
He saw her courage, her compassion, and her integrity.
And at that moment, he saw the fiery sensuality that flared in her eyes before she banked it and stared at him with a practiced look of mild curiosity.
Felicia had always tried to hide her attraction to him, but she’d always failed. Nevertheless, he’d abided by her wishes and kept his distance.
But not anymore.
Not-the-fuck-anymore.
He didn’t speak the words, but given the way her eyes widened, she’d guessed at his thoughts. Knox dipped his head in a courtly bow. “Hello, Felicia. Imagine running into you here.”
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Please read an excerpt of Lawful Escort, a novel by erotic romance author Tina Folsom:
“You have to help me out here, Holly, but I haven’t been with an escort before, so I’m not sure what the protocol is.” She could feel his breath on her face as he spoke to her in a low voice.
“Protocol?” she echoed breathlessly, being only too aware of his body virtually touching hers. She was pressed against the wall with nowhere to go.
“Yes. I don’t know, but … do you kiss?” His eyes were focused on her lips now. Had they been lasers, she would have been burned to a crisp within seconds.
“Y-yes,” she stammered helplessly.
His hand came up to cup her jaw, lazily stroking her with his thumb. His touch was electrifying. Instinctively her tongue snaked out to moisten her lips and if he’d waited for a sign from her, this was it. Daniel lightly touched his lips to hers, and a faint sigh escaped her mouth. And then with one sweep he captured her mouth fully, demanding her surrender.
His lips tugged on hers, suckling on her lower lip and pulling it into his mouth where he swept over it with his moist tongue. He nibbled gently on her until she parted her lips, inviting his searching tongue inside her, expecting him.
Her hand went to the nape of his neck to pull him closer, when he couldn’t get any closer than he already was. His body crushed hers against the wall of the elevator, barely leaving her space to breathe. But she didn’t care. Who needed oxygen when she could inhale his scent instead?
Daniel tasted like a fresh shower in the middle of a rain forest, woodsy, vibrant, yet so dark, with layers of hidden treasures piled one on top of the other. And with every twirl of his tongue he released yet another flavor, making her eager to capture his tongue with hers and imprison him within her.
Daniel couldn’t believe what he was doing. He was kissing an escort, a prostitute. He’d probably lost his mind – and he knew exactly when it had happened. When she had accidentally dropped the condom, he’d realized that what he’d paid for wasn’t just to have a pretend girlfriend at the reception. She’d evidently been told by her agency to expect sex.
Who was he to disappoint her? The way her mouth tasted made him feel intoxicated. He deepened his kiss, plundering her mouth and playing with her responsive tongue. Every time she moaned, he felt the sound reverberate through his chest and fill him with eager anticipation of what was to come.
Holly had a way of turning him on no other woman had ever managed to. He was a sexual guy, alright, but he generally needed more than two seconds of kissing to get fully aroused. She’d managed to arouse him with just that look she’d given him before he’d sunk his lips onto hers.
She definitely knew what she was doing. After all, she was a professional. This was her job, to arouse men and please them. He could think of hundreds of ways how she could please him, but none of those ways would have been prudent in a hotel elevator.
As soon as the doors opened, he pulled her out of the elevator with him. He looked at her face and saw that her cheeks were red, and her lips were plumper than before. He’d get back to those lips in a few seconds. But first he had to get them into his room, away from prying eyes.
It seemed too long until they reached his room. Neither of them spoke, as if there was nothing to be said. Nothing that could be said in a public area anyway.
As soon as he’d let the door slam behind them, Daniel pulled her back into his arms and continued where he’d left off in the elevator. Those luscious lips needed more attention, and he was all too willing to give it to them. He put his thoughts about the fact that she was an escort aside. Right now, he didn’t care. She was a woman who excited him more than any woman had ever excited him, and he was only just kissing her.
He hadn’t even touched her naked skin yet. He hadn’t even kissed her breasts yet. And already he was as hard as an iron rod and yearning for release. If a woman could do that to him, he didn’t care whether she was an escort or not. To hell with conventions.
He took her wrists, fully encircling them with his hands and pulled them up to each side of her head, pressing them against the wall behind her. This woman brought out his most primal instincts in him. Her body flush against the wall behind her, she looked vulnerable, yet her eyes were hungry, filled with desire.
Daniel ground his hips against her, making her aware of his need. Her response was a stifled moan, as if she didn’t want to admit that she could feel him pressed against her through the thin fabric of her dress.
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