by Marie Harte
Westover said, “I don’t think—”
“Genevieve and I have plans,” Brad said flatly. He stepped into her boss’s personal space, and the loser paled. “You have a problem with that? Take it up with Hooters and their wings.” Said with no small amount of derision.
Burrows stuttered an apology. “N-no problem at all. Toby and I can—”
“Talk to you tomorrow in the chow hall over lunch,” Toby cut in. He smiled at Genevieve then Brad. “Nice to meet you, Major Cava. I’m sure I’ll be talking to you tomorrow as well.”
“Yeah.” Brad watched the pair leave then turned to see an angry Genevieve glaring at him.
Shit. He took a seat without being asked and sighed. “What did I do?” As if he didn’t know.
Brad had crossed a line they’d both been walking with care. And she knew he knew it.
“Really? Why not beat your chest and drag me around by the hair? I told you I can handle him.”
“Which one?” he asked, sounding bored.
Annoyed, she pointed at the doorway and said in a low voice, “Both of them. For your information, I’ve been a big girl for a long time now. This is my job, not yours. I don’t need your protection.”
“Sorry, but he was being an ass. What if you’d come into my office and seen some woman hanging all over me, staring in places she shouldn’t be?” he asked, clearly perturbed. “Wouldn’t you have said something? Fuck, Genevieve. I’d watch out for Marcy, Lieutenant Sheer, Sergeant Garza, any of the females around here.”
“I…hell.” She sat down, her anger fading under exhaustion. “I know. But you made it sound as if we’re dating.”
“We are dating.” He looked unapologetic.
“But we were keeping this quiet.”
“You were. I’m tired of quiet. I don’t care who knows. It’s not fraternization. We’re both single, healthy, responsible people who want to date. There’s no impropriety here. Why not let people know?”
“You mean let all the guys know I’m taken.” And she was. Big time. She’d fallen hard for the sexy Marine, but so fast. She didn’t trust her feelings and was hesitant to accept his claim in front of her peers. But why? Like he’d said, their dating wasn’t a big deal to anyone but her.
“You have a problem being off the market?” he asked lightly.
“No. I just… Brad, this is all so soon. Us.” She glanced over his shoulder to see Captain Batista in the doorway. Hell. He’d no doubt overheard her. “Captain? Something I can do for you?”
He gave her and Brad an odd look then twisted his lips into a half smile. “No, ma’am. Colonel is looking for you and the major.” Batista nodded to Brad. “Sir.”
Batista had greeted Brad with respect, but she sensed an odd undercurrent between the pair.
“Thank you, Captain. We’ll be there shortly. Genevieve?” Brad stood and rounded the desk, holding out a hand to help her from her chair. An intimate gesture Captain Batista couldn’t miss as something more than professional.
She wanted to be angrier at Brad, but she didn’t mind letting Batista know she was taken. She didn’t like the way he sometimes looked at her—like a piece of meat.
She gripped Brad’s hand and stood. When he tugged her forward, she tripped into him, and he steadied her with a hand to her hip.
“Careful there.” He slowly pulled away from her.
Batista gave them both a tight-lipped smile then left.
“Might as well have peed around my office and marked your territory,” she muttered, wondering why she wanted to laugh. She was still annoyed with him.
“That might not be appropriate in an office environment,” Brad said, not hiding a grin. He waited for her to precede him down the hallway, and as they passed Marcy, the girl looked besotted while staring at Brad. Next to her, a female sergeant gave him a subtle glance as well.
Hmm. Maybe not such a bad idea to let others know they were an item after all.
In the colonel’s office, she and Brad explained their progress on the project, which they’d nearly completed. Colonel Drey appeared pleased.
“Good work, you two.”
“Thank you, sir,” Brad said. “It was mostly all my amazing talent, but Genevieve did an okay job of helping. I guess.” Clearly teasing, he made the colonel and Genevieve laugh.
“Genevieve, hmm? No longer that St. James woman? Good. I’d hoped this project would break the ice between my two best people.”
Genevieve blushed. “Thanks, sir. We’re fine.”
“More than fine,” Brad murmured, but she had a feeling the colonel heard him by the smile he tried to curb.
“Outstanding. Carry on, you two.”
“Yes, sir.” Brad stood at attention before leaving the office, and Genevieve followed, annoyed once more.
“You had to say that.” She glared at him and stalked back to her office.
“What? That you’re fine? Anyone with a pair of eyes can see that,” he said in a low voice as a few people watched her storm down the hallway.
“I’m busy, Major Cava. So get lost unless you have something important to share.” She entered her office and flounced into her seat, steaming mad. Great. Now the colonel thought they had something going on. Her MTB bosses knew as well. Her professional and personal lives had merged when she wasn’t looking.
“I have something important to share, all right.” He scowled at her. “But it’ll keep until later tonight. See you at home, Jenny.”
The bastard strutted away from her office as if he owned it, and she raged over emails and trouble tickets the rest of the day. They had some things to discuss, for sure. Major Dick, indeed.
She arrived home after seven, tired, angry, and hot because the air conditioner in her car had decided to stop working. That and she’d gotten a flat tire in the parking lot. At least she’d had no problem finding help to fix it. Better the parking lot than on NC Route 24. Two young Marines had changed her tire with no problem, and she’d thanked them profusely before heading home.
Beyond irritated and ready to take out her displeasure on the man responsible for instigating it, she found Brad waiting on his porch drinking a beer. He’d taken off his uniform and lounged around in grubby jean shorts and nothing else. She wished she could simply see him as a pain in her ass and stop sexualizing him, envisioning him over her, in her, taking away her will to say anything but “Yes, please.”
“You.” She pointed a finger at him.
“You’re later than I thought you’d be. Did you stay at the office hoping to try to avoid me?” He snorted. “That’s weak, Jenny.”
“No, you ass. I had a flat tire.”
He frowned and stood. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“A few Marines helped me fix it. No sweat.”
“Oh. Well.” He sat back down, looking nonplussed.
Though angry, she had to admit that his baffled expression made him that much more handsome. Vulnerability on his strong shoulders sat very well and made the dark-haired Adonis seem more human.
“I made you dinner,” he said in the sudden quiet.
“Why?”
He swore. “Shit. I’m sorry, okay? I saw your boss hitting on you, staring at your breasts, for God’s sake, and lost it. Genevieve, I want everyone to know you’re mine. Why does us dating have to be a big secret?”
“It doesn’t.” Her heart raced. His? “But it would have been nice if we’d talked about our relationship before you made decisions about it.”
She planted her hands on her hips and stared at him.
“Well, you have a point.”
“Oh, do I?”
“Fuck. Look, I’m in the wrong. I admit it.” He smiled, no doubt trying to charm her. “Why not come inside, let me feed you then give you a nice long massage? You’ll feel better.”
Inspiration struck, and now she couldn’t get the naughty thoughts out of her mind. “You know what would make me feel better?”
“What?”
She walked up his steps and stared down at him.
“I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” He took a large swallow of beer.
“How about you let me tie you up? Show you what it’s like to not be in control, Major?”
He swallowed and stared from her mouth to her breasts and back up again. “So that would make you less pissed off at me?”
“Are you sorry or aren’t you?”
He groaned. “I am, okay? I was jealous. I’m confessing all my faults, Jenny. Cut me some slack.”
“And that’s another thing. Jenny. My name is Genevieve.”
“You’re Jenny to me,” he said quietly.
“In private, fine.” Secretly she loved the pet name because only he used it. “But at work, it’s business first.”
“Fine. My bad. I’m sorry.”
“And?” She tapped her foot.
He blew out a breath. “And you can have your wicked way with me after you eat the dinner I made for you. But I want it on record I’m normally the one doing the tying up.”
“Great.” She gave him a wicked smile that had him groaning. “What’s for dinner?”
After a delicious meal of baked salmon and a salad, she left him to clean up while she went home to shower. Dressing in a simple short skirt, minus her panties, and a T-shirt, minus her bra, she rejoined him upstairs in his bedroom, where he waited for her.
He lay on the bed, naked, one hand in a restraint attached to the spindle of his headboard. The other restraint was tied to the bed. When he saw her, his cock stiffened.
She swallowed a grin, beyond pleased to have that effect on him.
“You can tie me up. Happy now?” he grumbled.
“You might say you’re not pleased to be tied up, but that big stick between your legs says otherwise.” At his flush, she laughed and said, “Give me your hand.”
She tied his other wrist to the bed, and he lay in the shape of a T, his arms spread wide, showcasing beautiful muscle.
“You look so pretty tied up.”
He growled at her. “Payback’s a bitch, Jenny.”
“Yeah? Well, so am I.”
Chapter Ten
Brad had made a major mistake at work, and he knew it. If Genevieve needed to tie him up and sexually exploit him to make her point, he’d roll with it. Hell, who was he kidding? He couldn’t wait to have her punish him. He’d never before been tied up, and though he hadn’t liked the idea—at first—now he was dying to see what she would do to him.
So far so good. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he had a feeling she either wore a thong or…
“No panties?” His voice rose as she lifted her skirt and exposed her lack of underwear.
“Nope.” She crawled on the bed, straddling his waist and sliding her slick heat over his hardness. “I wonder how long you’ll beg before I give in.”
“I’ll never beg.” Too bad his hoarse voice gave lie to that statement.
She smiled. “We’ll see.”
Determined to withstand as much as he could, he wasn’t prepared when she straddled his face. “Eat me.”
Torture? Try a treat. He licked her clit, sucking and nibbling at the tender flesh between her legs. He loved going down on a woman, and it was even better when the woman knew what she liked and wasn’t afraid to go for it. Genevieve embraced her sexuality, and her gyrations and soft moans made the experience that much better.
He found himself reaching for her with his mouth when she pulled away. Except she didn’t move off him. She’d turned around, now facing his feet. “Yeah, get me all wet,” she whispered and lowered to reach for his cock. “Hmm, already needy, aren’t you?”
Groaning as he started licking her again, he waited, tense, for her to suck him off. She licked him first, and he bucked at the contact, his entire body one live nerve.
Her smoky chuckle and subsequent nibbling of his cockhead served to arouse him more. “So hard. Yum.” She drew him between her lips, and he licked her with intensity, feasting on her sweet pussy while nearing his own orgasm.
She ground against his mouth and sucked harder as she came, but before he could do the same, she lifted herself off him. “That was so good.”
“You have to be kidding me.” He groaned. “Come on, baby. Finish me.”
“Begging yet?” She chuckled and stripped off her skirt then settled over his waist again. Too high up to do him any good. Her arousal covered his belly, her pussy slick and hot over him.
“Nah. I’m made of stronger stuff.” No, he wasn’t. He was close to breaking now. He licked his lips, wanting her riding his mouth again.
“Oh. I see. I need to break out the big guns, hmm?”
“Yeah. Go for it.”
She leaned down and kissed him, and he pulled at his restraints, wanting to touch her. The kiss was hot. Her tongue licking him up, her lips soft and sparking electricity between them while she sucked on his tongue the way he wished she’d suck his cock.
Trailing kisses down his cheek to his ear, she whispered, “I want to feel that cum inside my pussy. How about it? Want to cram that cock in me?”
The heated words, in addition to the bite on his earlobe, had him jerking toward her.
Her soft laughter warned him to expect something worse, as she proved when she kissed her way to his nipples and teased the taut buds until he was so hard he wanted to scream.
“Fuck. Come on, Jenny. Ride me. I swear, one touch, I’ll come.”
“So easy. What if I want more? What if I want to see you shoot your load while you play with some beads?”
He felt unsure, aroused, beyond lust. “W-what?”
She left him and returned with the beads she’d left the other night. And a bottle of lube. Then she was spreading his thighs wide and sucking his balls into hard knots.
“Christ. Please, baby. Suck me off. Sit on me. I don’t care. I need to come.” Yeah, he was begging. But a guy could only withstand so much.
“Are you sorry for before?”
Before? “Hell, I’m sorry now. Whatever you want, it’s yours, just… Hell.” A jolt of precum spurted as she rimmed his ass with a lubed finger—a lubed something. He felt her circling his anus, and nerve endings he’d never realized existed bombarded him with sensation. “Fuck. What are you doing?” He yanked at the restraints and felt the bed lurch.
“You’re breathing pretty hard.” She licked his cock and pushed a bead into his ass. The pressure stretched him, but it didn’t pinch more than he could stand.
Then her mouth was over him, and he felt his balls draw up as he readied to empty.
She let him go with a soft pop, and he could have cried.
“Shit. You win. I give. Fuck me already,” he growled.
“Not exactly begging. Tsk, tsk.” She crawled over him, leaving that damn bead in his ass, and lowered her breast to his mouth.
He latched on, sucking and teething. When he let her go, she was breathing hard. Like him. And then she put her other breast near his mouth.
After treating it to the same attention, he released her when she tugged back.
“Okay, I’m begging. I admit. I need to come so hard inside you. Please,” he breathed, losing his mind. Hell, even a whisper against his cock and he’d blow.
She leaned up to stare down at him and nodded. “I own you.”
“Yeah, you do.” What to do about that fact remained to be seen.
She turned around, kneeling over him and facing his feet once more, and he wondered if she meant to blow him again. Except she scooted down his body before crouching over him. Oh yeah, reverse cowgirl.
“Do it, baby. Slide over my cock.” She put her pussy over him and slid down, enveloping him with heat. Riding him backward, as it were. The sensation was indescribable, and he knew he wouldn’t last. Couldn’t last.
Then he felt her tug at the string of beads, and his entire body felt jacked.
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She raised herself, leaving just the tip of him inside her, then simultaneously slammed down on him while tugging the bead free of his ass.
He shouted as he came harder than he’d ever come in his life. He couldn’t stop shaking as he poured into her, jetting his all into her pussy. She milked him dry, rocking over him until he couldn’t function past being a babbling moron.
He heard her sly laughter as she moved off him, felt her loosening his wrists before she covered him with her body like a human blanket, but his heart wouldn’t slow down.
“Wow. I think I fried your brain cells.”
“Every last one,” he rasped, hoarse. “Motherfucker. You seriously crushed me into tiny, orgasmic pieces. Shit, Jenny. Just…damn.”
He felt her lips curl against his chest, sensed a tiny kiss above his heart, and, as he closed his eyes for just a second, knew he’d fallen in love with the woman who’d just blown his mind.
She felt the moment he succumbed to sleep. Genevieve couldn’t believe he’d let her tie him up. Or play with his ass. Some guys could be a little shy that way. But he’d let her do everything. And even tied up, he’d made her come.
She sighed and left him to clean up. After putting her clothes back on, she used a warm washcloth to wipe away most of the mess they’d made.
“Jenny?” Her name sounded slurred.
She kissed his forehead, feeling a genuine and unexpected tenderness for the man she’d just sexually tormented—in a good way, and with only the best intentions. Yet even her lusty thoughts couldn’t mask that she liked him more than was healthy.
After cleaning him up, she jotted him a note and left him for her place.
Trying to figure out what to do about him kept her preoccupied well past her shower, laundry, and into the next morning.
She heard knocking at her front door and answered it as she slipped on her earrings. Brad stood there in his uniform, and she wanted to eat him up all over again. “Hi.” Feeling unaccountably shy, which was just ridiculous, she stepped back to allow him entry.
He walked past her then turned around and kissed her breathless. “I’m possessive. We’re dating, and everyone on the fucking planet will know it before the day is through. But”—he paused while she caught her breath—“I promise to behave professionally at work. I swear I won’t interfere in your business again, unless some jackass is pawing you. Then I reserve the right to rip his face off.”
