Dangerous Times

by Moira Callahan

  “Oh, God, there,” she gasped, her eyes going wide. Gripping his shoulders tight, she tried to rock her hips to get him to move faster. But that wasn’t how he did things. Not Shawn. No, he was out to torture her, and slowly at that.

  Feeling her toes curl, she dropped her hands to his ass and squeezed. “Quit holding back, Shawn. Fuck me, damn it,” she begged. She really wasn’t averse to begging, not in bed, anyway.

  Thankfully, she got what she needed. Shawn grabbed her hands and pressed them over her head, holding them in one hand. His other reached between them to play with her clit.

  “Oh!” she gasped. Her toes were likely to be permanently curled at the rate he was going.

  Then her world exploded. Screaming something, possibly coherent but likely not, she shattered under him. Bucking and thrashing, she tried to dislodge him and the insanity ensuing in her body.

  Shawn just kept driving his cock into her pulsating pussy again and again.

  Shaking her head, she tried, quite desperately, to convey there wasn’t a hope in hell of him getting another orgasm out of her. Boy, was she fucking wrong.

  Yet another was wrung from her. This time, she couldn’t even scream. She had no breath to make even a sound. All she could do was stare in shock into his eyes as he came with her.

  “Mine,” he snarled through his teeth.

  Then he collapsed over her, his sweaty body pressed to her sweaty body as they both sucked in great amounts of air.

  His hand slid from her wrists, releasing her, but she couldn’t move. She likely couldn’t ever move again and, honestly, didn’t care. As long as he stayed right where he was, she was perfectly fine with it.

  Smiling slightly, Tamara turned her head just enough to rest her cheek to his rough one. “Mine,” she whispered. Fair was fair after all. Sighing happily at his rough chuckle, she let sleep claim her and just let go, knowing he’d get them sorted out just fine all by himself.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Waking up, it took Shawn a moment to figure out why he had the sensation of being smothered. Smiling, he chuckled softly and moved Tamara’s arm off his face and down onto his pillow. She was still draped over him and likely hadn’t moved more than that arm all night.

  Turning his head, he squinted at the clock. It was just after eight in the morning. Running through his schedule in his head, Shawn relaxed. He had zero need to get up and every reason in the world to stay right where he was. With a sleepy, warm, and sexy woman in his arms.

  Lifting his hand, he picked up a chunk of her hair. Rubbing the soft strands between his fingers, he let out a breath. He was tempted to wake her up, but she needed the sleep. Not that his cock was listening. It was up and ready for action.

  Stupid piece of anatomy.

  Shifting slightly, trying to be as careful as possible not to wake her, he angled his hips and his hard cock away from her.

  “Is there a reason you’re squirming?” her sleepy voice asked, just a moment before she stretched and angled her head up so she could look at him.

  “Not really,” he muttered, not prepared to admit his reasoning.

  “Uh-huh,” she said with a grin.

  “What?” he asked, in what he hoped was a convincing tone.

  The eyebrow she cocked had him thinking otherwise. So did the hand she wrapped around his cock.

  “Tamara,” he choked out.

  “Yes, Shawn?” She pushed up onto an arm. “Is there a problem?”

  All he could do was shake his head. He was just trying not to swallow his tongue. With the way her hand was stroking him it was impossible to form words.

  “Excellent,” she said, smiling slowly. Then she threw the blankets over her head and vanished under them.

  It took him a couple of seconds to summon the brain power to calculate her goal. By then, it was too late, and her hot little mouth was wrapped around his cock. Moaning, he grabbed hold of the headboard with one hand and pushed at the blankets with the other. He had to see her, to watch as she drove him insane.

  The view that greeted his eyes was just as astounding and breathtaking as the first time she’d gone down on him.

  Her eyes were closed in pleasure, his cock partially hidden within her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down. He could feel the brush of her tongue as she flicked it under the mushroom head.

  “Tamara,” he moaned.

  She let out a hum as she looked at him from under her lashes. Then she smiled slowly. Oh, God, this woman was serious trouble.

  She slid up his cock and off with a small pop. Her pink tongue slid out and over the head of his cock, lapping at him like an ice cream cone.

  “Tasty,” she said, her voice low and sexy. Sliding her tongue over her lips, she grinned and lifted up to straddle his thighs, her hand still stroking his cock.

  Sitting up fast, he caught her around the back of the neck and pulled her into a kiss. Thrusting his tongue in, Shawn rolled them and got her under his body. Nipping at her lip, he lifted his head to stare down at her.

  “I need inside you, now,” he said with a growl.

  “I’m not about to argue.” she smiled at him.

  Damn good thing, too, he thought, rolling to grab a condom. Sheathing his cock, he turned back and found her on her hands and knees, her ass wiggling his way.

  “Oh, Tamara, whatever are you up to?” he asked, grinning. Pushing up onto his knees, he stroked his hand down her ass slowly, dragging his finger over her pussy.

  “Just trying to tempt you,” she said with a gasp.

  She pushed back toward him, but he pulled his hand away. Laughing softly at her heated look and the really good impression of a snarl, he smacked her ass lightly. “Behave,” he told her, rubbing his hand over the spot he’d hit.

  “In me, now, Shawn.”

  He loved it when she got all demanding, sexy as hell. Not that he was going to tell her. She really didn’t need more ammunition when it came to him.

  “All in good time. There’s absolutely no reason to rush.”

  “Shawn,” she moaned, arching her back and pushing her ass up more.

  Swallowing hard, he rubbed his thumb over the tight bud of her anus. She let out another moan and pressed back against him. He shouldn’t ask but, damn it, he needed to know. He had to know for his own sanity.

  “Have you had anyone back here?” he asked, hating himself just a little.

  “Since you?” She let out a whimper. “No.”

  The jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure and glee that ripped through him should have shamed him. But he couldn’t work up to that. He’d introduced her to anal play and she’d even taken his cock there during their night together. The fact she’d not allowed another there thrilled him.

  “Do you want me to take your sweet ass?” he asked her, pressing his thumb down just a little harder to the tight rosette.

  “God, please, fuck, whatever,” she said, sounding thoroughly distracted. “Pick a hole, for the love of God, and fuck me!”

  She would be tight so he’d need to loosen her up a little first. Reaching for the side table he grabbed the tube of lubrication and dropped it next to his leg. Adjusting his hold on her hips he thrust his cock into her waiting pussy. “Hold on, Tamara,” he warned.

  “God, yes,” she hissed out the word.

  He could already feel her orgasm coming, the ripples inside her vagina teasing his cock. Thrusting in harder he smacked her ass, first the left side and then the right. Her gasp wasn’t from pain, he knew it, she liked the little tease of the light pain.

  He’d never hurt her, couldn’t hurt her, but knew she liked just the hint of pain when he took her from behind.

  Grabbing up the lube, he uncapped it with his teeth and, pressing the tip into her anus, he squeezed some of the gel in and then withdrew the tube. Recapping it, he tossed it back on the bed.

  “Shawn,” she moaned, rocking to meet his deep thrust of his cock.

  Smacking her ass once more, he rubbed at the lube she’
d squeezed from her ass. Pressing his finger in slowly he let her pull him in. She was tight, so damned tight and just the thought of sliding his cock in that hole had him fighting not to come right then and there.

  “Shawn, more,” she gasped.

  Pushing his finger deeper, he stroked her as he fucked her. When she began to loosen, he pressed in a second finger. Her moan had his balls tightening more and he ground his teeth together.

  Spreading his fingers, he worked at stretching her as he held his body still. She was moving back and forth, riding his cock and fingers. Which was good. It allowed him a moment to work at a measure of control. Not that she was making it easy.

  “Shawn, now,” she gasped. “Please.”

  He couldn’t resist the request. Pulling from her pussy, he withdrew his fingers and pressed his cock to her ass. Gripping her hips, he pressed in slowly. “Tamara, relax for me, baby,” he said, his fingers tightening on her hips.

  Whimpering, she went limp and he was able to press in deeper. When he was finally seated deep, he adjusted his hold on her hips. Drawing out slowly, he thrust back in.

  Pushing up on her hands, Tamara began to move, meeting him thrust for thrust. Deep and throaty moans came from her each time his cock slid into her ass.

  Reaching around, he cupped her pussy and rubbed at her clitoris. Pinching the tight bud, he moved faster, harder. Slipping his other hand between her breasts, he drew her up against his chest.

  Tamara grabbed hold of his arms and held on tight, moaning nearly constantly.

  Brushing his lips to her shoulder, he nuzzled her skin. Breathing in her heady scent, he kept thrusting. Pushing his fingers into her pussy, he pressed his thumb to her clit and brushed his lips over her ear. “Come for me,” he whispered.

  Just like that, she shattered. Her nails raked over his flesh as her entire body clenched down. He was absolutely helpless not to follow her into the abyss.

  Throwing his head back, he let go.

  Chapter Fourteen

  It had been nearly two weeks since she and Rhonda had been tailed. A week of mind-blowing sex and long talks with Shawn. Tamara still hadn’t told him she loved him, but then again, he hadn’t said that he loved her, either. She knew, of course.

  She could see it in his eyes, the way he treated her, the little touches, and of course, every time they made love. And making love did define it. No matter what they did together, she felt loved with every fibre of her being as they came apart in one another’s arms.

  Sighing, she leaned back from the mirror and did a quick inventory. Hair perfect, makeup perfect, dress stunning and would knock his socks off. Sadly, they’d be in public, but hell, she still had a life, just as he did, and the shows had been planned months in advance.

  Leaving the bathroom, Tamara stepped into her heels and grabbed her clutch. Dropping in her cell, lipstick and her set of keys to the house—she grinned at that—she snapped it shut and went to find her man.

  Shawn was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and chatting with Robyn. Robyn’s fiancé was also there, a wonderful guy by the name of Grant Sherbrooke. He was a very quiet man, but had a hell of a sense of humor, something you just didn’t expect from him, and yet, made all the sense in the world.

  “Holy shit,” Shawn said, his expression stunned.

  Grinning, Tamara spun slowly so he could enjoy the full effect. The dress was bronze silk, a bit of a plunge at the front, a full plunge at the back, with sensational draping that added dimension, and a slit up her leg from the full-length hem to her thigh. Black shoes and a black matte, matching clutch completed the look. Thankfully, she had small breasts, so she could get away without wearing a bra. What Shawn didn’t know was she also had on no underwear.

  She might let him know that once they were at the showing. Maybe.

  Finishing her spin, she cocked a hip and braced her free hand on it. “Well?”

  Robyn grinned and nodded. Grant gave her an approving look. Shawn though, still looked very stunned.

  She walked toward him, setting her clutch on the kitchen island as she passed, and then stopped before him. “Well?” she asked again, thoroughly amused.

  “No one’s going to be looking at your pictures with you dressed like that,” he said, his voice rough and that certain light in his eyes.

  Shivering in recognition of the need in his gaze, Tamara smoothed a hand down his shirt. No tie for her guy. He hated them, and she had to admit, he definitely didn’t need one. “I think they’ll all be looking at you, actually. You look pretty damned handsome in this suit.”

  “I try.” He grinned, his dimple peeking out.

  “Trust me on this, you do not need to try very hard,” she said. Pressing up on her toes, she gave him a light kiss, mindful of her lipstick. Pulling back when he would have deepened it, she brushed her thumb to his lips to rid them of the deep red color.

  “Uh, shouldn’t we be going?” Robyn asked, coughing slightly.

  Turning, Tamara caught the woman trying to hide her grin. Shooting a look at the clock on the microwave, she nodded. “Yes, we do need to go.”

  “You should grab a jacket for tonight, love,” Shawn said. “It’s not too bad now, but by the time we leave it’s supposed to be damned chilly. Apparently, there’s a bit of a storm blowing in,” he said, rubbing a hand over her arm.

  Nodding, she smiled up at him. “I’ll grab it on the way out.”

  He’d been amazing, so had Robyn, actually. Between the two of them, they’d taken her on multiple shopping trips to refill her wardrobe. Which, given she’d only had a few salvageable items from the house, had taken her a few days to do. It had included the dress she now wore, from one trip with Robyn since she’d wanted to keep it a surprise for Shawn.

  Given the hungry look he was still shooting at her, she’d say it had worked.

  Tamara let her hand slide off him. Heading for the door leading to the garage, she knew he’d be right on her ass. Grant and Robyn would be in their own vehicle and would head out the front door.

  Reaching the back door, she pulled her light sweater coat off the hook and smiled when his hand appeared to take it from hers. Glancing back at him, she snickered.

  “What?” His gaze snapped up to meet hers.

  “Quit staring at my ass, Camden,” she said, trying for a firm voice and failing.

  “You know you love it when I stare at your ass.” Grinning, he leaned in and kissed her cheek lightly. “It’s a damned fine ass, after all.”

  Rolling her eyes, she pulled open the door and stepped out into the garage. Moving to the passenger side of the F-150, she waited dutifully for him to come around and open the door. He always got miffed if she did it herself, he was amazingly weird about it.

  Accepting his hand up into the truck, she tucked her skirt around her carefully to ensure he didn’t find out too soon that she was only wearing the dress and her smile. Accepting her jacket from him, she settled it over her lap. Folding her hands on top after buckling up, she settled in for the drive.

  ****

  An hour later, Tamara was circulating with the guests at the showing. The turnout was amazing and larger than the last one. It even looked like the entire C&M staff was there.

  Heading toward Robyn, Tamara smiled at her. “Did you actually have to pay them all to come to this?”

  “Hell no, only a few are actually on duty,” the woman said with a chuckle. “The others came because of the rave reviews the last one got.”

  That shocked the hell out of her. Blinking, she shook her head. “I didn’t even have a clue.”

  “I’m amazed Shawn didn’t tell you.”

  “Shawn didn’t tell who, what?” Shawn asked as he joined them. He handed her the glass of water she’d sent him off for.

  “You didn’t tell me that your staff has been giving my work some rave reviews to the rest of your staff, and that’s why they are all here tonight.” Sipping, she watched him as he glanced around and grinned.

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p; Shrugging, he looked back at her. “I told you that they liked your stuff.”

  “Not this much,” she muttered.

  “Actually, I did, but you didn’t want to hear it so you waved me off.”

  Huffing out a breath, Tamara glared at him as she drank more water. Then she rolled her eyes. “Crap, I need to go to the ladies room,” she said, handing him her glass. “Hold the fort gang, I’ll be back shortly.”

  “Five minutes, or I come to find you,” Shawn said. His smile told her that it wasn’t for security reasons either.

  Pausing, she leaned up and, when he leaned closer, whispered in his ear. “Then it’s a good thing I left my panties at home tonight.”

  Patting his chest, she walked off, thoroughly enjoying the fact that he was now standing there with his mouth hanging open and a glazed look on his face. It really was the little things in life that made living it so much fun.

  And boy oh boy, was screwing with his head fun.

  Chuckling to herself, Tamara went in and used the ladies room. Touching up her lipstick, she stepped back out into the hall, glancing at her phone to check the time. She was thinking that she might just see if he’d stand by his five minute time frame. Could be fun and just a little naughty to make love with him at a public function, in a public restroom.

  Shivering lightly, she smiled when she heard footsteps. “Impatient, were you?” she asked. Just as she went to turn the world burst into absolute agony before going dark.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Just go already, Shawn,” Robyn said with a laugh.

  Sighing, because she’d caught him checking his watch again, he shot her a look that, hopefully, portrayed just how annoying he found her. But he did cave and went off to find his woman.

  At the ladies room door, he knocked. Waiting a moment, he frowned and knocked again.

  Pushing the door open slightly, he called out. “Tamara, are you in here?” Nothing. “If anyone’s in here, this is security coming in,” he warned. Then he went inside, and checked everywhere. Not a sign of her.