MILITARY ROMANCE: The War Within Himself (Alpha Bad Boy Marine Army Seal) (Contemporary Military Suspense & Thriller Romance)

by Claire Branson

  “Do you want to seduce me, Kameko? It’s not going to work on me.” Jake breathed in her scent, and let his exhale whisper along the side of her throat. “You’re going to return the schematics, right now, and then I’ll fuck you. One time, the way we both need it. That’s the only deal I’m offering.”

  “Here’s my counter offer.” She turned to face him. “Take me back to your office, and I’ll find out who really stole the designs. Then you let me go.”

  #

  Once Jake brought Kameko back to his office, he watched as she began her sweep. “You’re not going to find anything. Surveillance devices would set off the scanners in the ceiling and walls. No one can access the database without the algorithm key.”

  “Any code can be cracked.” She finished checking his desk before she moved to his computer array. “Did anyone come into your office on the day I resigned?”

  “No. I cancelled all my appointments. Then I sat in here and got drunk on the Scotch the President sent me for that Navy job.” He smiled when she glanced back at him. “It’s the truth.”

  “So you were busy sulking in the usual idiotic male way.” She nodded and turned back to the screen.

  He came to stand behind her and watch. “What are you doing?”

  “Right now I’m accessing your database without the algorithm key.” Kameko finished hacking into his computer and began paging through the activity logs until she reached the day she left Silvatech.

  “My IT people already did that – three times,” he told her. “You’re not going to find anything.”

  So it seemed, but Kameko still ran through the rest of the log. She then thought for a moment before she asked him, “Did you take any calls in here that day on your smart phone?”

  “Why?”

  “The thief could have used the signal for the hack.” She closed the activity log and opened the system’s maintenance program to scan for deletions. “Here it is.” She pointed to the data on the display. “According to this the data was removed and transferred to your phone at two-thirty p.m. Who called you at that time?”

  “A rep from the Mayor’s office.” Jake leaned over her shoulder to examine the code. “He wanted to book me as the guest speaker at a fund raiser, but I couldn’t do it. You’d already scheduled me to give a talk at the university. How the hell did you know where to look?”

  “It’s just something that I picked up – when I wasn’t out selling myself to kinky perverts.” She shut down the computer and rose from the chair. “My guess is that rep who called you didn’t work for the Mayor, and there was no fund raiser.”

  “Hold on.” Jake made a call, spoke briefly to someone, and switched off the phone. “You’re right. The rep was a phony.”

  “He kept you talking while he used your own phone to steal the schematics and funnel them to another computer.” She switched off the monitor and stood. “I suggest you talk to the FBI. Their computer forensics team may still be able to trace the origin of that call, or the destination of the upload.”

  Jake folded his arms. “Or you could save me and the FBI a lot of work and just tell me who did it.”

  Kameko kept her expression impassive. “Why would I help someone remotely access your database when at any time I could walk in the office and simply copy the schematics?”

  “To throw off suspicion.” He gestured at the computer. “How else would you be able to do that, if you weren’t involved?”

  She wanted to tell him about the six months she’d spent training with a notorious, reformed hacker in London, learning how to break into virtually any computer system in the world. “The how doesn’t matter. You’ve convinced yourself that I’m responsible, and nothing I do or say will change your mind.” She folded her hands in front of her. “Call the police now. I’m finished with this.”

  “But I’m not.” His face darkened. “I’m just getting started.”

  Kameko didn’t struggle as Jake dragged her into his arms. Nor did she attempt to avoid the hard, punishing kiss he gave her. Accepting his rough treatment fed the hunger for him in her heart, and her endless need to give herself over to desires beyond her control.

  The woman who had adopted her after her parents had died had taught her to how to stoke such passions. Kameko had often used those techniques in her work, too, but the thought of doing the same to Jake made her feel sick.

  Almost at once his mouth gentled, and the kiss went from hard and furious to tender and passionate. His tight grip on her arms eased, and he worked his hand into the hair at the back of her head. The feel of his fingertips against her scalp made her inch closer to him. Her breasts ached so much she pressed against the hard contours of his chest, rubbing herself wantonly on him.

  “Open for me.” His demand hummed between their lips, and when she parted hers, he kissed her again, using his tongue to stroke hers.

  The ravishing hunger of his mouth made her groan, and then she clutched his shoulders as he kissed his way to her ear. “Jacob.”

  “I know, Meko.” He splayed his hand over her bottom, pressing her against the thick swell of his erection. “We need to take care of this now.”

  That, at least, she could do for him. When she dropped down on her knees, she looked up to see him frown.

  “You need me this way,” she said as she unfastened his trousers, rubbing her cheek against his bulge before freeing the thick spike of his penis. “Let me show you.”

  Kameko had spent too many nights fantasizing about doing this to her boss, and shivered with delight as she pressed her lips to his swollen, satiny knob. She tasted him with one small stroke of her tongue, and felt his thighs knot beneath her palms as she took him into her mouth.

  “I don’t need – ah.” Jake caught her hair in his fist, his fingers curling as she sucked. “This doesn’t change anything.”

  Oh, but it did. Kameko ignored his ire as she lavished him with the wet, slick heat of her mouth. Sucking his penis delighted her on several levels, and she knew from his low, involuntary grunts that he loved what she was doing to him. Soon he was using his hand to show her the rhythm he needed, and thrust into her mouth with avid passion.

  Curling her tongue around his shaft, Kameko took the last inch of him, brushing the tip of her nose against his belly. She held him with her lips, and massaged him from within her mouth, sucking and licking until she felt his knees trembling.

  Jake tried to pull away, but she gripped his thighs to keep him in her mouth as he came. Swallowing the thick, bitter-salt jets of his semen warmed her throat and belly, and filled her with a renewed sense of her own power.

  Kameko finished by letting him slip free, and bent her head as she licked the last trace of him from her throbbing lips.

  “You can get me off, but you’re still on the hook.” He hauled her to her feet. “I want the truth.”

  “I’ve given it to you.” All that she could, anyway.

  “No, you haven’t.” Jake scooped her up in his arms. “But you will.”

  Chapter Three

  Jake carried her back to the bondage room he’d built for her, and kicked the door shut before he set her on her feet. “Take off your clothes.”

  “I have nothing else to tell you,” she warned him.

  “I don’t care.” He stepped back and shrugged out of his jacket. “Take off your clothes.”

  “Why? I just gave you pleasure.” She made a wringing gesture with her hands. “And you still think I’m a thief.”

  “Fuck the designs.” He glowered at her. “Now take off your damn clothes, or I’m going to tear them off you.”

  He saw Kameko's hands shake as she reached behind her and unzipped, sliding her skirt down to step out of it. Beneath it she wore a pair of scarlet satin panties and a black lace garter belt. When she tugged off her blouse she revealed the matching satin bra, which pushed her small breasts up like an offering.

  Bare-chested now, Jake walked in a tight circle around her. He dipped his head to breathe in her scent
before he unclipped her bra, and drew it away. He came around her to look at the delicate curves of her mounds, and felt his cock rise again and press painfully against his zipper.

  “You lovely, lying little witch.” He trailed his fingertips over the rucked coin of one nipple. “I can’t count the number of times I’ve wanted to tear open your blouse.” His gaze shifted to her face. “You wouldn't have stopped me. You won’t stop me now.”

  She looked past him, her jaw rigid. “I don't know why I'm doing this. It changes nothing.”

  “Liar,” he mocked. “You've been wanting this as long as I have. You just wouldn’t let yourself come to me.” He stroked his hand down over her belly, and let his fingers dip under the edge of her panties. "My secretive little submissive."

  When he pushed his hand between her thighs Kameko clutched his arm as if to keep from falling. “I never wanted this to happen.”

  “If that’s true, why are you wet for me already?" He parted her with a fingertip and rimmed her opening before penetrating her with one long finger. She felt slick but as tight as a virgin. “How long has it been since you let someone cross that line? Give you what you really need?”

  Her throat moved as she swallowed. “Does it matter?”

  Jake drew his finger out of her. “I suppose not.”

  He bent down, sweeping her off her feet and shifting her to the platform, where he laid her in the center and stretched her arms and legs out on the extensions. He had never intended to restrain her – that was her button, not his – but when she slipped her hands and feet into the straps, he secured them.

  She watched as he opened the front of his trousers, and pulled out his heavy shaft, wrapping his fist around it as he stepped between her spread thighs.

  “If we do this, we can never take it back,” she told him, her voice tight. “It will always connect us, no matter what we do or where we go. You understand that, don’t you?” When he didn’t reply she looked away. “This is the real reason I left, to keep this from happening.”

  “Nothing between us has been real, except that blow job you just gave me.” He rubbed the broad, satiny bulb against her folds, catching his breath as her heat permeated him. “But I agree. You wanted to prevent this, because you can’t fake it with me. I finally have you, Meko. The real you.”

  #

  Kameko had done everything she could think of to dissuade him from this. Now that he was poised on the brink of taking her she couldn’t think. All her schemes vanished from her mind, obliterated by her burning need to be with the man she loved.

  Unable to deny him, Kameko arched her hips. “Then have me, Jacob.”

  Jake pressed his cockhead into her without another word. He grunted as he slowly worked himself into her clenching folds, gentle but determined. As he gave her another inch, Kameko bit her bottom lip. Her body stretched almost to the point of pain to accommodate the invasion of his thick girth.

  “Don’t keep me out.” He stopped pressing in and gripped her hips, inserting his hands under her bottom. “You want me inside you, Meko, you know you do. You know I can pleasure you.”

  Jake covered her breasts with his hands and began caressing them, his hands as bold and direct as his penis. With every stroke she took more and more of his length, gasping when he pumped harder and deeper, until he was filling her completely with every thrust. She could hear the wet sounds of her fluids enveloping him, and shivered as he reached her core. Between her folds, her clit throbbed like strobe, aching for the grazing touch of his shaft. Each time he brushed against the hard nub, frantic swells sensation pulsed through her sex and belly.

  At last Jake plowed into her to the broad base of his penis, and went still, looking down on her as she writhed, impaled by his delicious thickness. “Do you feel that?”

  “Jacob.” Her voice shook uncontrollably. “Please.”

  “I’m inside you now, and you’ll never have another man as hard or deep.” He drew out and thrust back in. “This is what you’ll remember every time you think of me.”

  It shocked Kameko to hear a whimper drift from her lips. Breathless and trembling, she felt so aroused that she knew she would explode any moment. “Jacob, I’m sorry I left you.”

  “No, you’re not.” He bent down, laving each of her nipples with his tongue until she gasped. “You couldn’t get away from me fast enough. You didn’t even stay to say good-bye.”

  Tears stung her eyes. “I knew you’d try to talk me into staying, and I . . . couldn’t. Not with the way I felt about you.”

  “You’re here now.” He sucked her aching nipples as he began to draw back. “I knew this would happen the moment I saw you. So did you. We’ve both been dreaming of it, haven’t we?”

  “This isn’t a dream,” she whispered.

  Kameko felt her breasts bounce as he shafted her harder, and the smell of sex coiled around them both. She wrapped her legs around his hard body, surrendering to the driving force of his penis and then riding it.

  Jake watched her eyes as he drove in and out of her. “I can feel you fluttering around me like a butterfly.” A deep guttural sound spilled from his throat as he plowed deeper. “Are you going to come for me? Are you going to give me the real thing this time, love?”

  Love. The word sent swarm of panic through Kameko. She couldn’t be with him, not like this. She’d been a fool to let him seduce her. She pushed at him, shaking her head desperately as she tried to resist the dark delight blooming inside her.

  “Oh, no, you don’t. You don’t get to leave me again, not while I’m fucking you.” Jake dragged her legs up over his shoulders as he hauled her to the very edge of the platform, and then pressed over her until her knees nearly touched her shoulders. “You look at me.”

  Kameko wailed, her body pinned and helpless now.

  “Meko, open your eyes.” When she looked at him, he slid out and pushed in until their body hair tangled and his cockhead prodded the edge of her cervix. He then reached down and thrust his thumb between her folds to stroke her pearl steadily. “You owe me this. I want it. I want it all, now.”

  Her thighs tightened a moment before the climax shattered through her with a roaring river of hot pleasure. Jake held her down and kept his penis planted firmly inside her as he rubbed her clit, his rigid shaft swelling as her contractions milked him. He kept rubbing her until she came a second time, and then pulled his thick girth out of her body.

  “My turn,” he told her as he stroked his glistening penis with his big fist. “Watch me come all over you now.”

  Kameko's eyes narrowed as he groaned and shook, his fist still pumping as the first thick jet of his semen shot out and spilled across her belly like a ribbon of pale cream. She reached down and parted her folds to expose her pulsing clit, offering it to him. “Here. Give it to me here.”

  With another groan Jake sent the next spurt to splash against her nub, and then another, and another until he had soaked her with his come. He released his shaft and leaned over her, his broad chest expanding with the breaths he gulped.

  Touching his lips to hers for a moment, he murmured, “That was real, Meko. All the real either of us ever needs.”

  Chapter Four

  A throbbing ache between her thighs dragged Kameko back to consciousness. She was in bed with Jake, her damp body pressed back against his, the satin sheets cocooning them as closely as the blended scents of their bodies. He’d fallen asleep after the last time they’d had sex without bothering to withdraw. As sore and sensitive as she was, she loved feeling his thick, heavy penis swelling inside her. It made her think of how he'd made her take him over and over that night, his shaft like a tireless piston. Even now, while he was sleeping, he wanted her.

  All this desire baffled her.

  The last time Kameko had taken a lover, he’d been a fellow agent out of London who had seemed clean and discreet. He’d never been able to bring her to orgasm when they'd had sex, which had basically consisted of him slobbering over her breasts and grunt
ing away on top of her while she stared at the ceiling.

  The other agent had broken it off, but he hadn’t taken the blame for the failure of the affair. I don’t think men do it for you, Kameko, but with your history, that’s not surprising. Maybe you should try women.

  Kameko wasn't attracted to her own gender, and she wasn’t inclined to repeat the experience. So since that breakup, she'd depended on herself for her pleasures. Since coming to work for Jake, the billionaire had starred in all of her fantasies.

  Maybe I can give him one to remember after I’m gone.

  Carefully she clenched around him, tightening her internal muscles and then relaxing them to massage his shaft. Still asleep, he murmured something wordless and thrust a little deeper inside her, his big hand clamping over her breast.

  Unbearably excited, Kameko closed her eyes and slipped her hand down to her thighs, where she touched her clit with a fingertip. Already unhooded and erect, it sent a tingling jolt through her sex. She'd never masturbated with a real penis inside her; the woman who had trained her had given her only sex toys to use. She knew if she could come, the contractions of her body might make him do the same.

  Slowly she stroked her clit, being careful to use only one finger and gentle motion in order to keep as still as she could. If he woke up it would ruin everything, so she had to control herself. She felt herself growing slick and warm as her rubbing stoked her need, and she clasped and released her muscles around his thick length, hoping to give him the same pleasure she was taking for herself.

  Jake shifted and uttered a low, drowsy growl as he pushed deeper.

  “Yes,” she breathed the word. While he was asleep she could tell him what she never dared to when he was awake. “You feel so hard inside me. I love how you fill me and stretch me. No one has ever made me feel so good.”

  She stopped rubbing her pearl to encircle the base of his penis with her fingers, tightening them as he pressed in. When he groaned sleepily, she took her hand away and went back to playing with her nub, her fingers wet from touching his shaft.