Temporary Assignment The Complete Collection: A Military Romance

by KB Winters

“You have no idea how fucking sexy you look like this baby.” Cole pushed against my legs, slightly encouraging me to move up until my feet were no longer on the floor. When I fell back against the bed, I moved my own fingers to my lips spreading my slick and darting my tongue out to taste the flavor. It wasn’t the first time I’d ever tasted myself and from the look on Cole’s face, I knew it wouldn’t be the last time either.

  Cole crawled up the bed until he was crouched above me. His cock was hard and leaking and I groaned as the tip smeared his own wetness against my inner thigh. “You smell so fucking good Savannah—do you know that? I swear, your scent…it’s like it’s imprinted in my brain and every time I get a whiff of it—I can’t think of anything else other than touching you and burying myself in that sweet pussy of yours.”

  “Cole,” I groaned out, as I moved my hands to pinch my own sensitive nipples. I shifted my legs making space for him to settle between them. When his weight settled over me, I let out a soft sigh and curled one of my legs around his waist. His cock rested against my hip, and I knew my pussy was starting to leak again, so I pushed my hips up against him.

  “Do you want something, baby?” Cole asked, the tone of his voice making me shiver in want.

  “You.”

  My answer seemed to please him and he leaned down taking my lips in another hot kiss. My head swam with so many pleasurable sensations—I almost missed the feeling of his wicked fingers sliding towards my cunt. I couldn’t help but gasp as his thumb swept over my clitoris and a lightning bolt of pleasure sent me arching up against him.

  “Fuck, and you’re so sensitive. I’ve never met anyone as sensitive as you are,” Cole breathed out. “It makes me want to just hold you down and play with you until you beg me to let you come.”

  I groaned. I was almost at the point where I begged for him to do that—to play with me until I came over and over again before passing out in pleasure. Cole’s body rubbed against mine and he leaned in until he was once again nuzzling my neck, his stubble raising goose bumps over my flesh. I tried not to let anymore needy noises escape as his fingers slid along the entrance to my pussy, but it was an impossible feat. His fingers teased me, rubbing my slickness until I was sopping wet from it before pressing inside.

  “Oh God,” I whispered as my body clenched tightly. I’d often had my own fingers inside, but Cole’s fingers were much larger and thicker than my own. The feeling of him spreading me open was enough to shut down my mind, and I vaguely noted high sounds of pleasure tumbling from my lips as Cole started to move his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm. With a sharp gasp, I jerked against his hand and reached down to grip his wrist.

  Cole groaned and his hips hitched slightly, rubbing his cock against my quivering thigh. My body was thrumming with arousal and the need to have more than just his fingers inside of me. I let go of his wrist and shifted over a little in order to get my hand around his cock. The moan he let out was a thing of beauty, and I let out my own little moan as what felt like two fingers sank inside me.

  My eyelids fluttered in pleasure as I breathed deeply. I shuddered when Cole’s lips traced a path from my throat back up to my earlobe. The feeling of his tongue flicking such a sensitive area made my toes curl again in pleasure. I keened when his fingers scissored apart spreading me open.

  “More…please,” I pleaded, unable to stand the aching need within me. I’d do whatever Cole wanted as long as he filled me up as only he could. My plea seemed to work and he leaned back until our gazes met again.

  “You sure, baby? Are you sure you want all of me?” He leaned back on his knees, one of his hands stroking his hard cock. My eyes shifted from his face to his cock, and I unconsciously licked my lips with the need to feel his heavy heat on my tongue.

  “Do you want a taste, baby?” Cole asked softly. I nodded, adamantly—no shame in my need to imprint his taste along my tongue. His eyes darkened and I watched— captivated—as his fingers swirled over the head of his cock, gathering what he could. I leaned my head up, my mouth opening before he even offered me his fingers. I found I was ravenous and desperate to take him in as deeply and surely as he’d taken me. When I closed my lips around his fingers, Cole let out a rumbling groan. My eyes fluttered closed at his salty flavor, and I was unabashed with my need. It felt liberating to be with a partner who wanted me as much if not more than I wanted him,and I reveled in the freedom.

  Cole ripped his fingers from my mouth, and I barely had time to open my eyes before they were replaced with his tongue. It darted inside as if mapping out his flavor on my tongue until I was moaning continuously and thrusting my hips against his. He greedily sucked down my sounds, and I reached a hand up to grip the back of his neck, forcefully pulling him closer to deepen our kiss. Kissing him was like finding my religion and I found myself letting out little growls of pleasure.

  “Fuck,” Cole groaned when we separated again. “I need to be inside of you, baby.” He leaned down until his mouth sunk onto one of my nipples.

  “Ah,” I gasped out as pinpricks of pleasure accompanied his action. My hands once again flew into his hair, my fingers sinking into the blond strands and holding on for dear life as my body was pushed closer to another release. Cole switched to the other nipple and I didn’t even try to stay quiet this time, instead I threw my head back and let a litany of praises tumble from my parted lips.

  Cole shifted until he was on his knees again and his hands were once again gripping the back of my thighs. He hitched my legs up higher, moving my lower half until I was in position and the head of his cock was resting against the entrance to my aching cunt. I could hear him lick his hand and the wet sound of him sliding it along his hard cock, and I released his hair with one hand and moved it down to rub against his hand.

  “I want to touch you,” I whispered. The sound of Cole’s soft groan when my fingers joined his, interlacing and pumping his arousal, made me feel smug for all of a few seconds, but then Cole removed both of our hands and leaned his forehead against my chest.

  “Too much, baby,” he explained taking in deep, ragged breaths. “You’re going to be the death of me one of these days.”

  I wanted to argue that Cole was more likely to kill me with his displays of strength and sexual prowess, but I wanted him inside me even more. Once again, I grasped his shaft enjoying the look of wide-eyed shock on his face before positioning him once again at the entrance to my cunt.

  “No more waiting,” I whispered, tightening my legs around Cole’s waist and using my hand to guide him inside.

  Our gazes locked and never once left one another. I had to force my eyes to stay open and not fall closed with the pleasure of Cole’s hard cock sliding deeply inside of me. He was thick and long, reaching places inside of me that no other man had ever touched. When his hips met mine, my breath left me in a gasp and I was overwhelmed with the sensation. I could feel Cole everywhere, outside and inside of me.

  “Savannah,” he whispered as if he were the one overwhelmed with feelings. He shifted back, easing his cock out of me until only the head remained. I gripped his shoulders pulling him down fully on top of me and sought out his mouth as he thrust back inside.

  My body arched into the sensation of Cole filling me and I whined every time he pulled out. I wanted to sink down onto his cock and never let it go, as crazy as that sounded. My hands gripped his shoulders, and I felt him shudder as my blunt nails dug in a little too deep.

  “Sorry,” I whispered easing up on my grip.

  “No,” Cole said with a shake of his head. He reached up with one hand and pressed my hand back down. “I liked it. I want to feel it. I want to look in the mirror tomorrow and see your marks on my skin.” He thrust into me, slow and even as he turned his head and kissed the inner skin of my wrist. When I gripped tighter again, his groan was loud enough it echoed off the walls.

  His grip on my hip tightened as well and the threat and danger of his strength and what he could do made me keen with arousal. I knew instinctu
ally that Cole would never hurt me, but I still wanted to see what he could do if given the right push and incentive. He’d carried me with one hand and had even done a shallow squat with me on his hip— I could only imagine what it might be like to have him hold me up against the wall and really let go of his restraint. In fact…

  “Is that all you got?” I asked teasingly. My voice came out in huffs as Cole kept up his slow thrusting. “I thought you said I wouldn’t be able to handle you.”

  Cole moaned, but said nothing. One of his hands came up to rest on the top of my head as he buried his face against my neck. His hips sped up, snapping against the bottom of my pelvis. His pecs rubbed at my breasts and our nipples occasionally brushed against one another with delicious friction. I moaned as I felt my inner walls clench unbelievably tight.

  “Fuck,” Cole hissed out as his hips stuttered before slamming in deeper and harder than they had been before. I relished in the thought that he was losing control and cried out in surprise at how good it felt. “Sorry,” he gritted out as if he’d caused me genuine discomfort. His next thrust was gentler, but it wasn’t what I wanted— or what I needed.

  I tightened my legs around his waist and pushed my hips up into him, forcing his hips to slam in harder than they had before. “Again,” I whispered breathlessly, frustrated by his gentle thrusts. “Do it again. Fuck me harder, goddamnit and make me come!”

  My hissed words made Cole pull out almost completely and I held my breath. When he didn’t move again, I let out an angry groan and reached down to grip his ass in my hands. Even though I tried to pull Cole into me, his strength was more than I could overcome and I whined with need.

  “Fuck me,” I pleaded, my reservation completely gone and when Cole finally gave me what I wanted, I cried out in victory. His hips pounded back inside me with such force the headboard banged almost violently against the wall. I flung my head back with another loud cry as my back arched against the pleasurable feelings radiating out from my cunt. My blood was on fire, and I knew I was now ruined for anyone else.

  Cole rutted into me, his back muscles bunching and releasing with the force of his hip thrusts. I’d never really believed in the existence of a g-spot, but I couldn’t deny how good it felt when his cock brushed in and out against my inner walls. One spot in particular made me writhe and practically lose my mind with each pass.

  “You are so fucking tight, baby,” Cole growled as he fucked me open before the walls of my pussy clenched around him again. I tossed my head as if I couldn’t contain the feelings welling up inside of me, and I bit at the pillow case below my head to stifle the loud sounds of pleasure that were ripped from my throat. Cole’s hand cupped my cheek and turned my head until I was forced to release the pillowcase from my teeth.

  “Don’t, baby. I want to hear every fucking sound of pleasure until everyone can hear how good you’re getting fucked.” His words were incendiary—pushing my pleasure even higher until I was almost struck mute with how good it felt. “Tell me baby, how does it feel? Is it good? Is it exactly what you wanted?”

  I nodded frantically as Cole’s words hit my ears. I whimpered as I felt my body tighten with the need to come.

  “Why?” I choked out, my body reacting to Cole’s need to push me further into pleasure. “How does it feel so fucking good with you?”

  Cole’s hand shot up to clutch at the headboard and give more force to his thrusts. He didn’t answer, instead using his grip to put more force behind his thrusts, and I could feel myself falling headlong into oblivion. I let out a guttural cry as my body began clenching with the need to let go. I was vaguely aware of Cole whispering hot praises in my ear as he used his other hand to push back my sweat-plastered hair against my forehead.

  “Come on, baby—I know you want to come again, don’t you?” I nodded again at his words turning my head until this time it was me burying my face into his neck. I whined as Cole’s hips began to lose their rhythm, and I knew he was as lost in the pleasure of our two bodies as me. “Just a little bit more, baby. You’re so fucking sweet for me, baby.”

  “Please,” I sobbed. I could hear the blood rushing through my brain as Cole slammed into me, his body curling around me as he let out a loud groan. I swore I could feel his come marking me on the inside and that was all I needed for my final orgasm to wash over me. I screamed as every muscle in my body contracted at once, and my vision blacked out as I shook with the force of my climax steadily floating into blissful oblivion.

  Chapter Four

  “Ugh,” I groaned as I came back to the land of the living. I opened my eyes somewhat annoyed with the light that peeked in through the blinds of my window. My body ached deliciously, and I couldn’t help the smile that came unbidden to my face at the memory of Cole and my joining the night before. I closed my eyes again and reveled in the pleasant ache of my loins, and I knew that every time I pressed down on the bruise at my hip, I’d remember exactly what happened.

  “You seem very smug right now.”

  I opened my eyes again and smiled. “How do you know I’m smug right now? You can’t even see my face.” I turned around, noting the various aches of my body, until I was facing Cole. He looked even more gorgeous in the light of day, and I enjoyed the way his hair was sticking up in all different directions as if someone had been pulling on it for most of the night.

  “Definitely looking really smug right now,” he said again with a small smile.

  I giggled. “Well wouldn’t you be feeling smug if you had just had sex with the most gorgeous guy ever?”

  “I think if I woke up feeling like you do right now with another guy in my bed, I’d be feeling less smug and more confused.”

  I laughed aloud before smacking Cole on the shoulder. He leaned in and gave me a kiss so sweet that I didn’t even mind his morning breath. I knew I could really get used to this feeling and I closed my eyes determined to enjoy it. The sound of Cole’s cell phone ringing was definitely not what I had in mind. Cole sighed against my lips before giving me a rueful smile.

  “Sorry, baby. Let me check and see who that is.”

  I smiled and waved him off. We had all day since his mother’s nurse was at his house for the day to help out. I was constantly amazed by Cole’s determination, especially in regards to his mother and her illness. His devotion to her as a son was more than admirable—it was fucking sexy. I sighed and leaned back against the bed as I heard him answer the call in the living room.

  “What?!”

  His yell made me sit up quickly, and I winced at how tight my muscles were. His exclamation worried me, but I wasn’t sure if it was my place to go in and ask if he was okay. Though we had been together every day since our last talk, we hadn’t yet had the discussion about exclusivity or permanence, so I still wasn’t completely sure where we stood with things.

  Cole burst back in the room, his expression panicked, and I jumped out of bed. “Is everything okay?”

  His expression was wild as he grabbed his shirt and pants, hastily putting them on. “No, I have to go.”

  I nodded, grabbing my own shirt and throwing it over my head. “Okay, sure. Should I call you later, or do you want to call me?”

  Cole didn’t look at me as he rushed from the room. I looked around trying to figure out where we’d thrown my pants last night. The way he was moving made my heart clench with worry and the need to make sure he was okay. I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally found my pants and I quickly pulled them up my legs.

  “Cole!” I rushed out of my bedroom and down the hallway just in time to see the front door slam behind him. I stood in the middle of my living room confused—unable to process the abrupt turn for the worse the morning had taken.

  I knew something had gone terribly wrong.

  I just didn’t know what.

  Continued in...Temporary Assignment Book 4!

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  Acknowledgements

  Thank
you! I love you all and thank you for making my books a success!! I appreciate each and every one of you.

  Thanks to all of my beta readers, street teamers, ARC readers and Facebook fans. Y’all are THE BEST!

  And a huge very special thanks to my wonderful PA, Silla. Without you, I’d be a *hot mess! With you, I’m a hot mess, but without your keen sense of organization and skills, I’d be a burny fiery inferno of hot mess!! Thank you!

  And a very special thanks to my editor, Tina Rucci (who sometimes has to work all through the night! *See HOT MESS above!) Thank you for making my words make sense.

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  About The Authors

  KB Winters has an addiction to caffeine, tattoos and hard-bodied alpha males. The men in her books are very sexy, protective and sometimes bossy, her ladies are…well…bossier!

  Living in sunny Southern California, the embarrassingly hopeless romantic writes every chance she gets!

  Evie Monroe also lives in Southern California and when KB asked her to co-author her next books, Evie was ecstatic! Together, they’ve penned their first collaboration, Temporary Assignment, and have other exciting titles on the way!

  They hope their stories take you away to a hot Alpha-land where you can relax and enjoy!

  You can connect with KB on Facebook and Twitter! Come say Hi to Evie on Facebook! And stop by at KBWinters.com!

  Temporary Assignment

  Book 4

  By

  KB Winters and Evie Monroe

  Copyright © 2016 BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

  Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination and have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.