At_Your_Service_Google

by Lexi Blake

  “Undress me and let’s see how ready I am for you.” He could go right now, but it was better to make the moment last. No more quickies for him. He did the long, slow, all-night thing now. Sometimes they could start here in the restaurant and he would do it all over again when they got home.

  She pulled the shirt over his head, showing she didn’t need hands to get him undressed. He didn’t even think about helping her because she was relishing doing it all herself. She used her good hand to flick open the buckle of his belt.

  He should have known she could do that easily since she’d managed to get his knife kit open in the brief period of time he’d left her alone. “Jules, I swear you nearly killed me yesterday. Next time drugs dealers come after us, you have to let me handle it, sweetheart. My heart won’t stand another episode like that one.”

  She dropped down to her knees. “But I was good. I think if I didn’t like cooking so much, I might talk to Big Tag about working at McKay-Taggart. I would make a good spy.”

  He shook his head. “You’re staying right here where I can watch you. Speaking of, I think I should move into your place. It’s nicer than mine and we weren’t almost murdered there.”

  “Yes, Chef,” she agreed as she started to pull his slacks down. When she ran into a little trouble, she simply took one side between her teeth and eased them down.

  His dick sprang free, desperate for her attention.

  He managed to toe out of his loafers, and she swept the rest of his clothes away, leaving him perfectly naked with her. As he should be.

  Jules sat back on her heels, obviously pleased with herself. Yeah, the fact that he could put that look on her face filled him with pride. She could hold herself apart, but there was nothing between them now, nothing at all that could keep them away from each other.

  She smiled up at him, her eyes warm and welcoming. Her hand came up and she gripped his cock, proving she was definitely getting good at adapting. There was strength and skill in her grip.

  “Put your mouth on me,” he demanded, his hands finding her hair. She had to wear it up in the kitchen, neatly pinned and tucked in, but here she let it flow, the red glossy locks going everywhere. He fisted his hands in her hair and tugged lightly.

  She moved in, kissing the head of his cock first before slowly letting her lips close around him. He felt the first lick of her tongue and had to steady himself. He directed her movements, leading her with a slight pull here or a tug there. She followed his every wordless instruction, taking more and more of his cock with each pass.

  He let her play, her tongue rolling over and around his cock. She hummed, the sound making his skin vibrate in a way he could feel in his balls.

  After the longest time, he knew he couldn’t wait another second and pulled back. He reached down and picked her up, bringing her to her feet and beyond so she was completely in his arms, her mouth close to his.

  “I love it when you manhandle me,” she said, lightly kissing his mouth. “You make me feel delicate.”

  She was—to him. He kissed her, letting their tongues play.

  He backed her up to the desk and set her down there. Someone had prepped the space like the very good prep cook she was. There was a condom sitting right there, as though she knew all his moves and figured out where he would put her.

  He ripped the package open and eased the condom on, watching her as she spread herself wide on the desk, welcoming him home.

  “I’m going to marry you,” he said, stepping between her legs and surrounding himself with her warmth.

  “You bet you are,” she replied, gasping as he thrust inside.

  That was exactly how he liked her. Sassy. Bold. Taking what was hers, and he was so very hers.

  Javier took what was his, too. That gorgeous body, that perfectly aligned soul. She moved her hips against his and he was off the leash.

  He fucked her hard, every single thrust bringing them closer and closer to the edge. He twisted his hips, angling up and hitting that spot deep inside her that made her mouth come open, her eyes go wide as she sank her nails into his back and fought for her orgasm.

  When it hit him, he held on, not wanting the moment to fade. He thrust in and pulled out, slamming back again and again until he was perfectly spent.

  She lay back, her face flush, her lips in a brilliant smile. “Well, Chef, I think I will absolutely learn my lesson. I want to screw up a lot if that’s my punishment.”

  The play was over and it was time for some truth. He leaned over and kissed her. “Have I told you how proud I am of you? Because I am.”

  “Have I told you how much I love you?” Jules asked. “Because I do.”

  He was just about to start all over again when the door flew open.

  Javier covered Jules, but then relaxed slightly when he saw who it was. “Occupied, you two. You know damn well this is a sex space for employees only.”

  Big Tag and Charlotte stood in the doorway. His arm was still in a sling from the play party incident, but here the big guy was, still trying to get some. There was no question about that because his wife was only wearing a bra and barely there undies.

  “Damn it,” Tag cursed.

  “I told you someone was here,” Charlotte said, blushing but not backing down. If she minded looking at naked people who were literally still connected to each other, she didn’t show it.

  He needed to get them out of here and fast. “There’s a very nice broom closet and it’s got condoms and lube stashed behind the paper towels.”

  Big Tag nodded. “That’ll do.”

  He dragged his wife off.

  Jules’s brows were high over her eyes. “Condoms and lube in the closet?”

  He gave her a grin. “It’s all for you, baby. Well, from now on.”

  Her arms came back up around his neck. “Forever.”

  Yes, he liked the way she thought.

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  Master Bits & Mercenary Bites~Girls Night

  Short Stories & Slices of Life by Lexi Blake

  Recipes from Suzanne M. Johnson

  Coming November 28, 2017

  Click here to pre-order.

  From the creators of Master Bits and Mercenary Bites, New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake and Southern food expert and USA Today bestselling author Suzanne Johnson, comes a new look at the Masters and Mercenaries world—Girls Night.

  Join us for easy to cook, delicious recipes and stay for the stories of the women of McKay-Taggart. From slow cooker special dinners to cocktails that will elevate your game, Suzanne will show you that easy can be delicious.

  Lexi dives into what happens after happily ever after. Charlie and Ian try to have a night out—but their kids prove that anything can happen when Taggarts are involved. Faith and Ten get a gift they never expected. Karina and Derek go on a stakeout. And Serena finds the meaning of Bliss. All these stories and more explore what it means to be a wife, a mother, a woman navigating love and responsibility.

  Good meals, good times, good friends.

  Bon appétit!

  * * * *

  Excerpt from Rough Night

  “You taste better than any pie, my Charlie,” Ian whispered against her lips. His hands tightened on her and she felt one
of those big palms stroke her thigh. “Why don’t you straddle me and let’s see what happens.”

  She knew what would happen. She placed the tray of treats on the table beside them and gingerly shifted, twisting so she straddled her Master’s lap. Yes, there it was. His cock was right against her pussy. All she had to do was…

  Ian groaned as she rolled her pelvis. “That’s right, baby. Now give me some of that sweet, sweet lemony goodness. Ride me and feed me. That’s what I want. Let me watch you come.”

  “And if I can make you come?” It was a fun little game. She would try to see if she could get that big dick of his to go off before she did.

  “Then I’ll walk around for the rest of the night a bit on the uncomfortable side,” he replied, his hands finding her hips. He shifted and she found herself with her clitoris in the perfect position. “But that’s not going to happen. I know exactly how to make you moan, Charlie baby.”

  She felt her phone vibrate. Charlie winced. “It’s another text.”

  He pumped his hips up against hers. “Answer it. If it’s anyone except Malone telling us one of the children is missing, I’m texting them a dick pic and asking them to leave us alone. Let’s see if you can text while I do this.”

  His erection slid over the perfect place and Charlie could feel the orgasm starting to build. How could he still do this to her? All he had to do was start touching her, using that deep Dom voice on her, and her whole body was ready to comply to his any and every whim.

  Did she have to answer? It probably wasn’t anything important. Was anything in the world as important as the way this man made her feel?

  “Give me a taste of that tart, baby. Or better yet, pull those pretty nipples out and let me taste them. Let me lick and suck and bite on those sweet nipples.”

  Her vision was going soft as he hauled her close.

  And her phone vibrated again.

  “Ian,” she started.

  “Do what you need to,” he replied as he licked her collarbone. “I’ll do what I have to.”

  She was going to kill whoever was texting her. It was probably Malone, trying to figure out where the damn marshmallows were.

  She bit back a groan and reached for her phone. It better be so good because she was getting close, and the minute Ian started sucking on her breasts she wouldn’t be able to hold…

  Do you have a fire extinguisher?

  “What?” Charlie shifted, trying to get a better grip on the phone.

  And the chair under Ian kind of exploded.

  Charlie hit the floor, her knees knocking on the tile. Ian had gone backward but he’d managed to twist his body so he landed on his shoulder instead of knocking the back of his head against the windowsill.

  Panic flooded Charlie’s veins. She scrambled to find her phone. “Ian?”

  “I’m fine,” he groaned. “Call him. Damn it. Can’t we have one fucking night out without the world coming to an end? Ah, yeah, this is going to hurt.”

  Had he thrown out his back again? She couldn’t stop and find out. Sarah Stevens was here somewhere and she was a nurse. Surely she could help.

  Charlie grabbed the phone from the midst of the now fallen lemon tarts. The tray had turned over, but there were still several that had landed on the table. She would have to shove those in her purse if they were about to flee home. With shaking fingers she dialed the number for Michael.

  “Hey, Charlotte, I think I got the fire out. Boomer stopped, dropped, and rolled on it. That did the trick. The girls thought it was hilarious, but we’ve got another problem now,” Michael was saying.

  “There was a fire?” She practically screamed the question.

  “Tell Boomer to sit on it,” Ian said from the floor. “Put him on speaker.”

  She didn’t need his sarcasm, but he had the right to listen in. She clicked to go to speaker. “Where was the fire, Michael?”

  “Well, you see when I told the girls we could have a campout in the living room, I kind of thought we would build a fort made out of sheets, you know what I’m talking about,” Michael continued, his Texas drawl slow and steady. “Damn, Charlotte. I didn’t think the girls would take it so literally.”

  Her girls took everything literally. “The girls tried to start a fire? In my living room?”

  “It was minor,” Michael promised. “Mostly because they couldn’t take apart the furniture to burn. That was their plan. Apparently Ian taught them how to use whatever’s around to stay warm in case they find themselves out in the woods at night. I saved the sofa, but they did manage to get that wicker basket of yours to burn. Kala said she had to use it because she couldn’t get to the hatchet.”

  Charlie turned to her husband. “Why would our daughters know how to use a hatchet?”

  He was a nice shade of pale and his shoulder seemed weird. “You told me to teach them some life skills.”

  She was going to kill everyone.

  Nobody Does It Better

  Masters and Mercenaries 15

  By Lexi Blake

  Coming February 20, 2018

  Click here to pre-order.

  A spy who specializes in seduction

  Kayla Summers was an elite CIA double agent, working inside China’s deadly MSS. Now, she works for McKay-Taggart London, but the Agency isn’t quite done with her. Spy master Ezra Fain needs her help on a mission that would send her into Hollywood’s glamorous and dangerous party scene. Intrigued by the mission and the movie star hunk she will be shadowing, she eagerly agrees. When she finds herself in his bed, she realizes she’s not only risking her life, but her heart.

  A leading man who doesn’t do romance

  Joshua Hunt is a legend of the silver screen. As Hollywood’s highest paid actor, he’s the man everyone wants to be, or be with, but something is missing. After being betrayed more than once, the only romance Josh believes in anymore is on the pages of his scripts. He keeps his relationships transactional, and that’s how he likes it, until he meets his new bodyguard. She was supposed to keep him safe, and satisfied when necessary, but now he’s realizing he may never be able to get enough of her.

  An ending neither could have expected

  Protecting Joshua started off as a mission, until it suddenly felt like her calling. When the true reason the CIA wanted her for this assignment is revealed, Kayla will have to choose between serving her country or saving the love of her life.

  Chasing Taz

  Charon MC, Book 3

  By Khloe Wren

  Click here to purchase

  The dramatic conclusion to the Charon MC Trilogy is here…

  He lived his life one conquest at a time. She calculated her every move… until she met him.

  Former Marine Donovan ‘Taz’ Lee might appear to be a carefree Aussie bloke living it up as a member of the Texan motorcycle club, Charon MC, but the truth is so much more complicated. With blood and tears haunting his past and threatening to destroy his future, Taz is completely unprepared for the woman of his dreams, when she comes in and knocks him on his ass. Literally.

  Felicity “Flick” Vaughn joined the FBI to get answers behind her brother’s dishonorable discharge and abandonment of his family. Knowing Taz was a part of her brother's final mission, she agrees to partner with him to go after a bigger club, The Satan’s Cowboys MC.

  However, nothing in life is ever simple and Flick is totally unprepared to have genuine feelings for the sexy Aussie. When secrets are revealed and their worlds are busted wide open, will they be strong enough to still be standing when the dust settles?

  Other books in the series:

  Inking Eagle, Book 1

  Fighting Mac, Book 2

  Excerpt:

  Taz

  Once Viper took possession of the ledger, he stood and led us out of the meeting room. I still had the digital copy we’d made back when we first found the books, so if any of the Cowboys went back on the agreement, the feds would be getting a present. But no one needed to know about that.
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br />   “Let’s go get your girl. I’ll warn you, Stone doesn’t want her going with you.”

  “He can fucking get over it. She’s my old lady. He hasn’t even seen her in years, he has no claim on her.”

  Viper gave a small nod and moved up a flight of stairs. The Satan’s Cowboy’s clubhouse was an old hotel. Three floors of various rooms. Wasn’t a bad setup, especially for a club as big as theirs. Up on the third floor Viper slowed down.

  “Our lock-up rooms are up the end here.”

  He pulled out a set of keys as he stopped in front of a prospect. “You can head off now. Job’s done.”

  “Yes, prez.”

  The big guy lumbered away and Viper led us further down to a room with a barred door on it.

  “Stone, you calmed the fuck down yet, brother?”

  “Yeah, prez. You can let me out.”

  “Not until you promise me you won’t go after Animal.”

  A growl filled the air. “You know he was rougher than he needed to be with her.”

  “Yeah, well, we don’t call him Animal for the fucking fun of it. I’ll let you get in the ring with him later, but you are not to go after him outside of that. We clear?”

  “Yes, prez. Crystal, fucking clear.”

  “Good.”

  With that, Viper unlocked the door and took a step back. It was like looking at a ghost of my past when Stone walked out. Closely cropped hair, messy beard, and hard fucking eyes. He was bigger than he’d been back in the Middle East. Guess he’d spent his time since then bulking up.

  “Stone.”

  “Taz.” He came to stand right in front of me. “Don’t like my sister being an old lady. She’s a fucking accountant, and should be off somewhere married to a desk jockey and pumping out some grandkids for our folks.”