One Shot [IAD Agency 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Laurie Roma

  “Julian, my god, Julian…I need you. I need you.”

  Julian continued to stroke inside her wet pussy with his fingers as he pulled back to look at her. Tara’s eyes were glazed with pleasure as she panted for breath. Here was his woman…strong as a warrior, and yet she trembled for his touch. Julian had never felt more powerful in his life than in that moment.

  “Do you want to come, baby?”

  “Yes, make me come. Julian, make me come on your tongue.”

  Julian had to force his body under rigid control so he wouldn’t spill his seed on the sheet beneath him. He levered up slightly so his cock no longer rubbed on the bed and lowered his head to go on the attack. With his eyes on hers, he licked and sucked at her pussy like a man starved. His hands grasped her hips to still her movements as she thrashed beneath him. Julian felt her pussy flutter against his tongue and shoved his two fingers back into her as he latched onto her clit and sucked hard.

  Climax struck Tara so hard she would have jerked off of the bed if Julian hadn’t been holding her down. She screamed as her body shook and wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her, her hips pushing against him so hard she lifted them both off the bed.

  Julian quickly released his hold on her and crawled up her body. In position he didn’t hesitate, and with one deep plunge, he was balls-deep inside of her. Julian let out a harsh groan as his own body instantly released, shooting his seed deep inside of her. Spurt after spurt of the hot liquid filled her as Julian’s body continued to shake. His mouth settled on hers as he let her body milk him for all he was worth before his collapse on top of her.

  “Every time just gets better,” Tara whispered. “I don’t think I can move.”

  Julian pulled back to look at her. She could see all the love he felt for her so clearly in his eyes that she wondered how she could have ever doubted him. Her eyes widened in shock as he began to move inside of her again, pushing his large cock easily through the semen he had filled her with.

  “You don’t have to move…just lay there and let me love you.”

  And she did just that.

  * * * *

  Tara walked through the main level of corporate offices, absently noting the curious glances being shot her way from the few drones sitting at desks and cubicles. Since it was Christmas Eve, most of the staff was gone for the day, but a few remained to keep the fires burning. Unlike other businesses, the Palace Hotel and Casino remained open and operational throughout the holidays.

  Even though the security staff knew her pretty well, she had barely spent any time in the corporate offices. To the suits who worked in this section of the hotel she was an anomaly…and even more disturbing to them, she was now engaged to their boss.

  Tara had felt off-balance since waking in Julian’s arms earlier that morning. She had to give Julian credit for giving up his favorite side of the bed last night so she could sleep closest to the door. He also hadn’t blinked when she had placed her favorite Sig Sauer on the nightstand closed to her. Once they lay down to rest, Julian had wrapped himself around her like a living blanket or a protective shield. She had let the fatigue take over and had fallen asleep listening to him whisper that he loved her.

  She wasn’t usually comfortable sleeping next to someone. It took too much trust to be with someone when she was at her most vulnerable. But last night she stayed the entire night with Julian. That morning, Tara had woken up slowly, surprised that the feel of his large body surrounding her didn’t make her tense with a need to attack.

  Instead, she felt…safe.

  For the first time in her entire life, she knew what it really felt like to be loved. Baffled that she had slept the entire night in his arms without waking, Tara didn’t know what to think. It was as if her whole life had changed in the blink of an eye and now she was operating with a different playbook. Too bad for her that playbook seemed to be written in ancient Sanskrit, and now she had no fucking clue what she was doing.

  When Julian’s eyes had opened, her heart stuttered at the sheer pleasure in his eyes when he saw that she was still beside him. He made love to her slowly in the early morning light, showing her with his body how much he loved her.

  If she could cry, she would have, but tears had been beaten out of her a long time ago and they didn’t come easy. Tara knew that she was falling in love with Julian. Hell, she was already in love with him and it made her nervous. She didn’t know how to handle all the new feelings she had inside of her and she hated feeling out of control.

  They had made love in the soft morning light and again in the shower before getting ready for the day. Afterward, they had parted company to finish up a few last-minute things before they left for Chicago. A part of Tara knew that Julian was giving her a little space…slowly working to acclimate her into a place where she was comfortable sharing her life with him. A little part of her thought it was sweet of him, but then again another part of her was pissed off at being handled.

  That was going to change PDQ.

  Tara had let Julian have his way last night…now it was her turn.

  She crunched away happily on the Altoids in her mouth while she walked through the long hallway of the executive offices, straight to Julian’s door at the end. She had loaded up and was ready to spring her surprise.

  Today Julian had been working in the lush opulence of the upper offices rather than his preferred kingdom below the hotel. His door was open and Tara could see a young man standing before him. She smiled as she recognized Eugene, the brilliant young Asian man she had first met a couple of weeks ago. Eugene was part of the security staff that specialized in computer software.

  Tara had immediately realized that the young man wasn’t being used to his full potential. He was brilliant, with a sharp mind and an amazing attention to detail. To top that off Eugene had quietly confided in Tara about the prototypes he had been creating in his spare time for all types of electronics and gadgets. If Tara was sticking around, she planned to steal him away from the security section to work for her and IAD. Who knew, the kid just might save the damn world with one of his toys someday.

  A perky young redhead sitting at a desk near Julian’s office looked over at Tara with a sneer as she approached his open doorway. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t go in there!”

  Tara’s eyebrow rose. “Wanna bet?” She continued straight through into Julian’s office until she reached one of the oversized chairs situated in front of his desk. Unlike his starship office downstairs, Julian’s corporate office was the epitome of grace and elegance. Thick mahogany bookshelves lined one wall and a large matching desk sat in the center of the room. Windows covered one of the walls from floor to ceiling, making her cringe at the security risk the glass presented. She’d have to see about getting that replaced with bulletproof shielding.

  Tara threw herself into the chair and smiled up at Eugene, enjoying the blush that rose on the young man’s face. “Hey, Eugene!”

  A smile spread across his young face. “Hi, Tara!” Eugene turned to shoot Julian a worried glance before he corrected himself. “I mean, Ms. Toshi.”

  “I told you to call me Tara.”

  Eugene’s shy smile returned. The redhead hurried into the room a few steps then stopped as if held there by an invisible force. She shifted from foot to foot, all but hopping in agitation but knowing better than to breach the inner sanctum of Julian’s office without leave. “I’m so sorry, Mr. King. This woman just barged her way in.”

  Tara raised an eyebrow at that. “The door was opened. I didn’t barge my way anywhere. Did I, Eugene?”

  “No! Of course not, Tara!” Eugene all but gasped in agreement.

  Julian held up a hand that immediately cut off whatever tirade the redhead was getting ready to spew. “Tara is always welcome in my offices, Candice. She is my fiancée, after all, soon to be my wife.” His voice was soft, but it wasn’t hard to notice the edge of warning he’d added in it. “Why don’t you take off for the day after you send me
the revised contract…I’m getting ready to leave soon anyway. Go enjoy the holiday with your family.”

  Tara watched as all the color drained from the redhead’s face, then became a mottled red as fury set in. She glared at Tara then spun on her heel, quickly leaving the room to return to her desk.

  “I don’t think she knew about your engagement, boss,” Eugene offered meekly.

  “It’s been all over the news,” Julian argued.

  “Does she really seem like the type that watches the news?” Tara asked sardonically.

  Eugene coughed as he swallowed back a laugh. “I’m…ah…I’m going to go now, too, Mr. King. If you don’t need anything else, that is.”

  Julian smiled at him. “No, Eugene. I’m all set. I hope you enjoy the holiday with your family.”

  “I will. Merry Christmas, Mr. King. Merry Christmas, Tara.”

  “Back atcha, kid.”

  Eugene hurried out of the office, closing the door behind him as he left. Tara stared back at her lover. “You do realize that twit was trying to make time with you working in the quiet office on Christmas Eve with the powerful corporate mogul in his office right down the hall?”

  Julian frowned at Tara. “Said mogul doesn’t care what that twit was trying to do.”

  “I know,” Tara smiled as she swung one leg over the armrest of the chair and let it hang there. “Does the twit actually do good work or is she just house dressing?”

  “Why?” Julian asked suspiciously.

  “Because she was shopping online when I walked by. Her shopping cart had twenty-six items in it, so I’m guessing she was at it for most of the day.”

  Julian cursed. “I needed that damn contract hours ago.” His computer pinged and he pressed a button to see that Candice had sent the contract to his e-mail. He pulled it up on his screen and scanned it. “I’m sorry, baby, I’ve been waiting for this so I could leave and she didn’t even proof the damn thing. I’ll make her pay for that when we get back.”

  Tara rose from the chair and walked around the desk so she was standing next to his chair. She bent over slowly, leaning her forearms on the desk as she looked at his computer screen. Making a tsking sound she shook her head. “Unfortunately the twit doesn’t spell very well. Let me fix this for you.”

  Before Julian could ask what she was doing, she pulled his chair out and sat down on his lap. His harsh inhale made her smile.

  “Tara…”

  “Shh…let me finish this.” Tara forced herself to concentrate on the document while Julian’s hands rubbed over her sides, up to cup her breast then down again to caress her thighs. She wiggled slowly against the straining stalk in his pants as she finished the corrections and leaned back. “There, all done.”

  “Thanks, sweetheart.” Julian turned her head so he could kiss her lightly on the lips then, much to his disappointment, Tara got up off of his lap. Hitting the print button on his computer, he spun his chair around so he could grab the papers. Once the printing was complete, he pulled the papers out of the tray and began to spin back, only to come to a stop as Tara held his chair in place.

  “Wha—”

  Julian’s ability to speak disappeared as Tara went down on her knees on the floor between his thighs. Those dark, mysterious eyes held a wicked gleam in them as she pulled gently on his legs so he slouched down in his chair.

  “You ever play naughty boss and sexy secretary in here before?”

  “No.”

  Julian forced himself to relax when he realized the contract he had just printed was wadded up tight in his fist. He flung the mangled paper onto the desk behind him.

  “Good answer. It occurred to me,” Tara began conversationally, “that last night I never got my chance to…taste you.”

  “Christ,” Julian breathed.

  Tara smiled. “You were right. We’re always in such a hurry that we’ve totally bypassed some of the fun stuff.”

  “Oh, I think what we’ve been doing has been fun enough. Tons. Barrels full.”

  She laughed as she slowly began undoing his belt. “True, but this can also be fun. Lift up a little. That’s a good boy,” she purred as she pulled his pants and boxers down, releasing his cock. It sprang free, so hard and thick it was like a club.

  “Baby,” he groaned.

  “Shh, it’s my turn.” She studied him as she took him into her hand. Just looking at his steely flesh made her mouth water. His large shaft had veins tracing up the length all the way to the large mushroomed head of his cock. Growing impossibly larger, he pulsed and throbbed in her hand, making her tighten her hold on him so she could feel his heartbeat through the thick stalk. A tiny pearl of liquid seeped from the head of his cock, more running from that tiny opening until the pre-cum slid down the side of his shaft.

  Damn, she wanted to taste him.

  Tara was all for the give and take of oral sex, but never before had she wanted to suck a cock just for the hell of it…until now. She wanted to suck his large mushroomed head into her mouth and run her hands over the throbbing shaft until she made him spurt his cum down her throat. She wanted it so bad her hand shook with the need.

  “God, just looking at your cock is making me wet,” Tara whispered.

  Julian felt his entire body grow weak with desire. He raised a hand to her hair and gripped it there, holding her in his grasp.

  Tara pulled back and shook her head at him. “Uh-uh, this is my show. Be a good boy for me and grab onto the armrests. There you go, and don’t move them. Trust me, baby, you are going to like this.”

  “Of that I have no doubt,” Julian whispered through gritted teeth. Jesus, he was close to coming just by having her stare at his dick. Where had all his self-control gone? He closed his eyes to try to regain some control but they popped back open as he felt Tara’s small tongue flick out to catch the liquid spilling from the spongy head of his cock. He gripped the armrests so tight he was surprised they didn’t come off in his hands.

  Tara moaned as she tasted him against her lips. He tasted like sin, sweet and salty with a hint of something more that was all Julian. Tara lapped at the small slit on the head of his cock with her tongue, careful not to cover too much of it at once. She looked up at him and saw the raw hunger staring down at her and felt her pussy cream at the carnal look. She gently squeezed the shaft of Julian’s cock with her right hand to hold him steady as she brought her mouth down over him, taking the entire head deep.

  “Fuck!” Julian exclaimed as he felt a cool sensation on the head of his dick mingle with the fiery heat of Tara’s mouth. The feeling had more pre-cum shooting from his cock straight down Tara’s throat. She hummed in appreciation, pulling back slightly before taking more of him into the hot depths of her mouth.

  Tara shoved her left hand down her own pants to play with her clit as she began sucking on Julian’s cock. So large she couldn’t fit her hand around him, Tara knew she would never be able to take his entire length down her throat, but she could try. Sucking his cock into her mouth, she increased the pressure of her grip a little and was pleased by his growl as she used her hand to stroke the part of his shaft she couldn’t take into her.

  Julian lost himself in her, his hips jerking involuntarily at the pleasure her mouth was bringing him. He took advantage of the stability of the chair and held on for dear life as Tara’s mouth worked on his cock. Rising and falling, she slid the silken depth of her mouth over him until his cock hit the back of her throat. She held it there for a moment then pulled back only to do it again.

  Tara pulled off of him, letting Julian’s cock leave her mouth completely. She stared into his beautiful deep-blue eyes and sent him a very wicked smile before she blew cool air over the tip of his cock and watched his reaction.

  Julian jerked like he had been shocked with a thousand volts of electricity. All at once his heated flesh cooled, creating a feeling of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Dear god, what was that? Julian couldn’t think as Tara did it again. Waves of cool air washed
over him like icy tendrils only to be doused with fire as she plunged his cock back into her mouth.

  She stroked her tongue on the underside of his cock and was excited by the sounds he made as she worked him over. He sounded like a mad, wild thing and she loved every second of it. Stroking frantically, Tara used two fingers on her clit to match her strokes of Julian’s cock. She felt the beginning flutter of her pussy muscles and knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

  “Tara, I can’t hold back…It’s too good,” he panted.

  Tara pulled back and whispered so her breath washed over the head of his cock with her every word. “Don’t try to hold your breath. It will be so much better if you breathe deep. The more oxygen you take in, the better your orgasm will be. Come hard, come hard for me.”

  It was his only warning. Tara let go of his shaft and moved her hand down to lightly roll his balls in her palm. The loud sound of wood snapping had Tara looking up at Julian as he flung one of the armrests away from them.

  Unable to help himself, he buried that free hand into her hair but was careful not to push or pull at her, allowing her to maintain control. He couldn’t get enough of her hot silken mouth sliding along his flesh. He pulled slightly on her hair and she moaned with pleasure. “Don’t stop, please, baby, if you stop, I’ll die.” To his relief Tara only sucked harder, drawing his cock in and out of her mouth faster.

  “Oh yeah, baby, just like that. You make me feel so good, I’m gonna come. Drink it all down, baby. Drink the cum I’m gonna give you down your throat.”

  Tara’s moan vibrated along his shaft and had his balls drawing up tight.

  Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Devon walked into the office. “Hey, boss, what are you still doing—”

  “Get out!” Julian roared as he came, spurting his seed straight down Tara’s throat. They barely heard the door slam shut as pulse after pulse tore from the tip of his cock, making his whole body shake with ecstasy.

  Tara used her hand to milk every last drop of his semen down her throat and moaned around him as she felt the flames of desire engulf her body. She felt it rip through her like a tidal wave, straight down to her throbbing clit. Dazed from her orgasm, she lost track of time and finally pulled back, gasping for air. Chest rising and falling with each breath she raised her eyes to meet his. They widened in shock as Julian pushed out of his chair and went down on his knees before her. Jerking her into his arms, he buried his face in her hair.