“Do it.” She opened her legs, knees up, lingerie straining against her swelling folds. “Fuck me. Don’t worry.” She lifted her head and touched his, their breath heavy and hot against one another’s faces. “I’ll be fucking you too. This ain’t a one-way street.”
“You sure?” Damn. Was he going to throw as many doubts as possible into this situation? What kind of ethical demons did he battle in that head of his?
“Oh, yeah.” Slowly, Sylvia lay back down, bringing Joseph with her. His mouth teased her cheek until she was begging for him to wrap those desperate lips around her nipple. That’ll shut up his doubts. “I’m sure. Get in me.”
Even then, it still took a few minutes for Joseph to get into it – and into her. Sylvia encouraged him with some of the most enthusiastic kisses she could muster from the depths of her desires. I’m not kidding, Joseph. I need to be fucked tonight. I need you to be the one who does it. She hated how every sexual thought was consumed by his image lately. A girl couldn’t get excited reading a sexy novel without imagining Joseph Montoya and his damnably hot body. The way he kissed was extreme, too. Once he got past the tender kisses one experiences with a newer partner, he unleashed the full power lurking behind his lips and controlling his tongue. When he wasn’t devouring Sylvia’s mouth and knocking the breath from her chest, he was sucking on her throat, tonguing her ear, and drawing that tongue down the length of her cheek before kissing her again. Imagine what he could do to my pussy with this thing…
But what Sylvia desperately desired eventually transpired. She completely clocked out from reality, falling away into an extended bliss that traversed the corporeal world as if it were a mere plaything. A means to get from one destination to another. Starting point? Damaged goods territory. The final destination? The most carnal purge Sylvia could experience without dying.
As their clothing fell away – or tore away, in poor Sylvia’s case – one thing became clear. This was about physical need and nothing more. Oh, the emotional and the mental were there as well, a constant reminder that Sylvia was still human inside. She did not doubt that the battle between brain and body continued to rage within Joseph as well. How he dealt with it didn’t matter. Because between them? All that mattered was that his naked body was hard and ready to take hers.
“Oh, God,” she muttered, hands braced against his shoulders the moment his erect cock hit her abdomen. “You’re killing me.” Her thighs ached at the thought of having him take her between them. The core of her being? Begged to feel him fuck her as if her sole purpose in life was to be fucked. It was an experience many men had paid her for. Rarely had Sylvia submitted to it readily, eager to feel and experience it as it came over her.
What she needed, however, was often what she begged to have.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded in between eager kisses to his face. Sylvia wound her arms tightly around his neck, her legs struggling to take her whole body between them. I could kiss him all fucking night. Even when she wanted to speak again, she could hardly pull away from his face. It didn’t help that his mouth was as eager to taste her as she was him. “Do it now.”
His cock pushed back and forth along her skin, his grunts of arousal sending chills through her body. Ohhhh shit. Everywhere his cock had been was wet now. Sylvia reached between their bodies and stroked the head of Joseph’s cock until her fingers were as wet as the rest of her stomach. Now put that thing inside of me. She was willing to bet that she was as wet as he was.
“Hang on.” Those words struggled to come out of his busy mouth as he stood back up and turned toward his nightstand. Wow. He was a sculpted specimen of the male side of the species, wasn’t he? Between the golden muscles and the hard cock probably driving him crazy, Joseph could easily get Sylvia into bed whenever he wanted. Even the way he slid the nightstand drawer open and searched for a condom was sexy as sin. That’s right. Wrap your cock up and then fuck me. Did he want her to do it for him? She used to have the craziest party trick in the room when it came to condoms and stiff cocks. Feet, teeth, anything. She could put a condom on a guy using any nimble part of her body.
Joseph didn’t need her help. He was quite capable on his own.
I can’t wait. Sylvia’s foot traveled the length of his side, from his muscular hips to the biceps protruding from his arms. Every flex of those muscles made her feet tingle. Since he was putting a condom on? Lots and lots of tingles. The fact he looked so aloof doing it only turned Sylvia on more. She loved a guy who could get pensive in bed.
She also loved a guy who would push her down and completely let himself go to the throes of passion and corruption.
Joseph came at her so quickly, so deftly that she barely had time to register his cock splitting her open. Words and sounds of surprise were trapped in her throat. Everything became instinct. Hold on and fuck, girl.
She was keenly aware at how different this was from their first two encounters so many months ago. Back then, it was about fun, about having sex for the sake of enjoying a sexual experience with someone new – or at least that’s what they told themselves when faced with one another. Neither were in love with their current partners of convenience. I’ve definitely never loved Sebastian. He wasn’t the worst partner she ever had, but he was far from the best, too. Joseph had made her face that from one encounter. After two? Damn!
Yet even though they were physically connected in this moment, their bodies surging together as Joseph reached deeper and deeper within her, Sylvia knew he was mentally a million miles away. Where Sylvia clung desperately to get away from her toxic memories, Joseph built an impenetrable wall she couldn’t possibly scale. All she could do was attach herself to this moment and invite him to take whatever the fuck he wanted.
Me. You want me, Joseph.
He fucked her with such abandon that it almost hurt, but any pain she felt was countered by the sight of his sweaty body taking her far, far away from their problems.
And his voice. God, his voice was an aphrodisiac of its own.
“Yes,” Sylvia moaned, her hands interlocked with his. Every time he thrust into her at this angle, his hard cock lightly touched her clit, lighting half her soul on fire. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
One of his hands detached from hers and covered her mouth. “Shut. Up.” Joseph stopped fucking her long enough to divert his concentration into a curt look. “Don’t say a thing. I only want to hear you come.”
Honestly, that was enough to make her come!
When Joseph resumed surging into her, Sylvia was already halfway to losing her damned mind. Now to have him ball his fists beside her head and take her like she yearned to be used? To have his body meet hers in such a needy, hedonistic way? Sylvia couldn’t help it. She cried out, every part of her body reacting instead of acting on its own. She was pinned beneath this man, for better or for worse, her existence tied to his so inexplicably that the only thing she was allowed to think about was the sensation of him filling her center more with each passing second. He’s going to come. Sylvia slammed her hands against his chest, desperate to bring his face closer to hers if she could. But Joseph stubbornly avoided kissing her. Instead, one of his hands grabbed her hip and pinned it to the bed so he could ram her until she was begging for mercy.
This wasn’t anything like their other times together. This was… more.
“Mierda,” he cursed, moments after his cock almost became too big for her to bear. Not that I want it going anywhere… “You want to ruin me.”
Ruin him? Ruin him? Was he the one getting it in the…
In the…
“Ah!” Sylvia’s nails dug into his chest, one tremble after another spreading through her worn out body. “Fuck!” Her inner walls squeezed his cock. He fell down on top of her.
And came.
Now that sound she had heard before. When Joseph climaxed, his voice went from deep to breathy, his vulnerability on full display in those few seconds he let himself go inside of Sylvia. She found his throat and kissed it
, lips marring his flesh as they felt his voice shake from within. Heat pulsed between them: Sylvia’s making her too slick to hold him in, and Joseph’s contained within a maddening barrier. I can still feel him. The more he moved, the more she responded until she didn’t know where the fuck she was anymore.
Joseph immediately rolled off her the moment he was finished, as if it wasn’t kosher to share another second of intimacy with her. Sylvia touched herself, so surprised at how slick she felt that she momentarily worried that the condom had broken.
Everything looked normal on Joseph’s end, however. He pulled the latex off, tied it, and tossed it into the trashcan by his bed. His eyes glazed over until he was compelled to flop back down onto the bed, shaking the whole frame.
“That was intense.” Sylvia curled up next to him, touching his chest with trepidation. When he didn’t push her away, she ventured farther south, fingering that curly, dark trail down to his cock. Joseph lowered his arm to give her a striking gaze as she rubbed the base of his cock. All right. She stopped touching him. No way she could do it with that look leveled at her.
“Yeah,” Joseph said, clearing his throat. “It was.”
What did he want from her? Sylvia wasn’t used to men being this closed off from her – not without paying her. But this is for us, isn’t it? She wanted to wrap her arm around his chest and indulge in kisses. Joseph, however, was not responsive to her flirtatious advances.
“I’m glad we did that,” she offered as reinforcement. “Are you?”
He opened his mouth. No sounds came out, except a whimper trapped in his throat. No, what are you doing? Don’t pull away from me. Sylvia attempted to cuddle him. Joseph shrugged her off as he sat up and stared out his window. He was so dangerously beautiful that Sylvia feared she would become addicted to that disheveled demeanor.
“If you leave now, you could probably catch the last streetcar to your neighborhood.” He ran his hand through his feathery hair. “I can give you a couple of dollars for a ticket if you need it. You should get some rest, though. Tomorrow’s a big day.”
Sylvia sucked in her cheeks. “So we’re not going to talk about it?”
Joseph stood up.
“You’re going to shut me out? After that?”
Apparently.
“Don’t take it personally,” Joseph said. He pulled a black T-shirt over his head.
Sylvia hadn’t wanted to numb herself to their mutual experience. For once, she was ready to open a part of her soul to him, to let him in and feel good with her. I thought we had… Even with him so distanced from her, there had been something keeping them together.
She stood up as well. He had put most of his clothes back on, but she was still naked and unafraid to wrap her arms around him. “It’s okay if it was only sex,” Sylvia said. “But don’t make me feel like this.”
“Like what?” he grumbled.
“Like you’re paying me.”
Joseph glanced at her. There was nothing glistening in those eyes now. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this right now.”
“You fucked me like that, and you can’t do something?”
“I said I’m sorry.”
“Ugh.” She snatched her shirt from the floor. “You’re an asshole, Joseph.”
He silently watched her as she dressed. When she spared him a moment of disdain before taking off, he said, “Good,” as if he had meant to be an asshole.
Whatever he could do to suddenly push her away, she supposed.
Chapter 11
Joseph
The passenger side door opened, admitting Agent Cindy Kline dressed up to attend a party in a hotel ballroom. She readjusted her sunglasses and checked her wig in the rearview mirror. Beside her, Joseph kept his eyes on the downtown salon.
“She done in there yet? I swear it’s been two hours. She getting a dye job?”
Joseph shrugged. “I have no idea what I’m paying for.” Since noon, he had trailed Sylvia from her house in Northwest Portland to the agreed upon salon downtown. She went from spending half an hour in the waiting area to spending a whole hour in a chair. That was when he lowered his binoculars and decided to get extra comfortable in his mobile command center. What he couldn’t do, however, was get comfortable in his cheap jacket that said the same thing as the side of the van: Wilson’s Electric.
It was his cover for parking outside the hotel ballroom while Sylvia was inside with Alexander Sheen. God, I fucked up. Joseph did his best to retain professional distance, but every time he thought of Sylvia, he thought of what happened the night before. I fucked her. I fucked her so hard I couldn’t think straight until I got up this morning. Then he had to kick himself over his morning coffee and bagel. Had he really booted her out of his apartment after having sex with her? Way to go, douchebag.
Sylvia hid any discomfort she may have felt when she saw him that afternoon. For as soon as she stepped out onto her sidewalk, she saw him in his van, nodded, and made her way to the #15 bus stop nearest her. All according to plan.
Even so, Joseph had not been impressed. With himself. With what he had done.
I shouldn’t have kissed her. I shouldn’t have had sex with her. I shouldn’t have kicked her out. She couldn’t have stayed the night, but the least he could have done was let her stay a while longer. Get her an Uber home if it was too late for the streetcar. A taxi. Offered to drive her home. Anything but kicking her out of his bed the moment he came and took the brunt of tremendous amounts of guilt.
He had used her. An easy partner to be had, thanks to their proximity, their history, and the sexual tension still simmering between them. Sylvia had been as willing as he was. They had hurt. They had told each other things they probably never thought they would. I can’t believe I told her about Angelica. What was I doing? Trying to relate to her with tales of my dead kids and the ex I still don’t have closure with?
“Hey, Montoya.” Cindy smacked him in the arm. “Did you hear me? Got confirmation from PDX that Sheen has landed.”
“He’ll be calling you soon.” For Sylvia. Joseph didn’t want to think about it.
Because Sylvia was coming out of the salon with a fresh look, and it was kicking Joseph right between the legs.
She had cut her hair. Gone was the long, straight hair. Now it was cropped above her shoulders, bouncy, curly, and so damn flirty that Joseph was halfway to convincing himself that she was smiling at him for personal reasons. He may have paid for the hair, the bright red lipstick, and the set of French-tipped nails, but he held no claim to them.
The door to the backseat opened. Sylvia slipped in, arms resting on the center seat between Cindy and Joseph.
“So, what do you think?” she asked. “Looks good, right? Very me.” To Cindy, she said, “You don’t know this, but I used to look this cute for billionaires every day.”
“I’m sure you’ll be giving me tips about being a madam all night.”
“Stay out of my way. Oh, and if he wants to bone me and you don’t turn off the spy stuff, it won’t be my fault if shit’s awkward at the debriefing. I mean, I don’t care if you’re filming us, only know that I want a cut of the porn site profits.”
“Real charmer you’ve got us, Montoya.”
Joseph was too busy trying not to think about Sylvia sleeping with another man, let alone one like Alexander Sheen. And there’s the renewed urge to punch him. Because it wasn’t bad enough that the man was probably running – or at least funding – one of the biggest human trafficking operations on the west coast. Now he was probably fucking Joseph’s woman.
Oh.
Great.
Know what Joseph really needed right now? To think of Sylvia as his woman. What was up with that? Was it the result of him having sex with her again? Some caveman reaction? How embarrassing. I really fucked up this operation, haven’t I? How was he supposed to keep emotional distance from what he asked Sylvia to deal with now?
“Told you she was a professional.” He needed to remind himself of that.
Sylvia was a professional. He was more bothered by that fact than she was. Something to take solace in.
“So when do I get my toys?”
Joseph jerked his thumb to the back of the van. Sylvia slid open the panel connecting the front to back, revealing the high-tech equipment Joseph had been driving around with all day.
It also revealed their third friend of the night, an agent named Jim Gibbs. He was already fielding a call from Sheen’s limo driver, one of their key contacts in this investigation. All the driver had to do was report Sheen’s whereabouts and destinations when they could not otherwise be monitored from the van. Kinda like how Sylvia’s main job was to get some dirty information out of his puckered lips.
Everyone but Cindy reconvened in the back of the van. She kept her eyes on the road while listening to the conversation behind her. I’m glad I picked these people for this investigation. Agent Kline and Jim were two of his most trusted friends in the department. When he had to cast the madam, he thought of Cindy right away – and had to buy her a beer in apology. Apparently women didn’t find being immediately cast as a madam flattering.
Jim, meanwhile, was one of the meanest techs the department had to offer. He had no real field training outside of what was mandatory for his title, but he had two computer degrees and watched enough James Bond movies to dedicate half his career to coming up with enough spy wear to give MI6 a run for their pounds. There wasn’t anyone else Joseph wanted listening in on Sheen and recording video for evidence.
“I’m so glad Agent Montoya told me you favored the classic looks, Ms. Rogers!” Jim presented her with a set of jewelry most women would kill for – especially if they were into espionage. Joseph had warned Sylvia that most of her gear would come in the form of jewelry, so she was advised to leave hers at home. “A lovely locket with a diamond centerpiece. Love it. Wear it. A camera the size of a pin needle. Simply point your chest wherever you want to record. It is wirelessly transmitted to us right here.”
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