Undercover Elite (Undercover Elite Book 2)

by Suzanne Steele

  Windy

  This time when he pulls me toward him, I tug on the bottom of his t-shirt, wordlessly telling him what I want. He pulls it over his head and tosses it to the floor. His chest is a mass of tanned muscle and I run my fingers over his smooth skin, feeling each ridge and ripple. His breath catches when I lightly run a fingernail across a perfect brown nipple, and I look up at him with a soft smile. He’s overwhelmed me in a short time and I don’t want to fight the fierce attraction that has been simmering below the surface between us. The heat that’s burning in his eyes for me makes me squirm and I press my thighs together, already searching for the sweet friction that only he can provide.

  His fingers make quick work of the buttons of my white business shirt. I don’t resist when he pulls the fabric down my arms and lets it fall to the floor. My bra is next, revealing my ample breasts and I resist the urge to cross my arms in front of me. He goes completely still as he looks his fill. I feel my nipples harden under his gaze. Then he draws in a harsh breath and whispers softly, “Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful.” He runs his hands over my shoulders and torso as if my skin is the finest silk. He cups my breasts in his hands, caressing them as if testing their weight, running his thumbs back and forth across each plump peak, his eyes going soft when they respond instantly to his touch. “Gorgeous, baby,” he murmurs before wrapping his lips around a tight, pink nipple. His fevered sucking causes a low moan to escape my lips and I cling to him, running my hands over as much of him as I can reach.

  I unbutton his jeans and slide my hand inside, freeing his impressive erection. I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke his length from base to tip, practically purring when he shudders at my touch. A low growl rumbles from deep in his chest as he directs my movements, “More. Stroke it, harder. Just like that. Oh, fuck, yeah...” It’s sexy as hell to see this man so affected by my touch. Suddenly he takes my face in his hands and covers my mouth with his in a brutal kiss that leaves us both gasping for air. He presses his forehead to mine and rasps, “I need you, girl; I fucking need you like I’ve never needed anything or anybody. Will you let me have you?”

  I nod wordlessly, hoping he knows I feel the same way. He picks me up with ease and lays me on the bed, pulling me out of my clothes and removing his. His body is perfection, all hard lines and smooth angles, chiseled by the gods to taunt us mere mortals. I’m nowhere near as fit as he is, and I perpetually worry that I’m too curvy. Melissa tells me that I get a lot of looks because of my curves, although I’ve never noticed. But Thorn’s looking at me like I’m beautiful, erasing all my insecurities in a matter of seconds. So I arch my back with renewed confidence, inviting him to come and play. I am rewarded by the sight of him wrapping a massive hand around his gorgeous cock and stroking it over and over, as if he’s trying to tempt me with what he has to offer. His gaze travels the length of my body, making frequent stops along the way as if he’s trying to decide where to start on me.

  He takes a step closer to the bed to stand between my legs. He lifts one of my legs at the knee, pushing it up and over to the side to give him an unobstructed view of my most sacred part. “Look at you,” he breathes, shaking his head slowly. With his other hand, he rubs his thumb through my folds, closing his eyes for a slow second when he feels how wet I am for him. “Is this all for me?” he asks hoarsely as he rolls his thumb over my clit. I mewl in response, more of a whimper, really, as my hips roll toward him and I stare hotly into his eyes. My body is consumed by the need to mate with this man. That’s what it feels like as he touches me; like I’m being primed and prepared to be claimed by my mate. Suddenly his hands and mouth are everywhere, then he’s on his knees pulling my ass to the edge of the bed. “Jesus, I have to taste you.”

  I cry out as his mouth covers my pussy, his warm breath like flames on my skin as he ravenously laps at my juices, then licks and sucks my swollen clit. When he pushes a thick finger inside me, the effect on me is nothing short of explosive. I come hard, grinding against his face and hand as waves of heat pour over me. I hear unintelligible sounds somewhere in the distance and realize they’re coming from me. Thorn seems to know it too because he cups my ass with his hands and pulls me harder against his mouth, helping me ride out my orgasm to completion.

  My experiences with sex up until now have been few and far between, and invariably unsatisfying, with my one previous partner focused only on getting himself to the finish line. Not Thorn, though. As he attacks my swollen cleft with his lips and tongue and even gentle strokes of his teeth, he worships me. His attentions are passionate and heated but not rushed; he makes it clear with every kiss, every caress, every stroke of his tongue that pleasuring my body is enough to set him on fire.

  I slowly regain my sense of time and place as I float on a wave of post-orgasmic bliss, searching for Thorn from beneath eyelids that have grown heavy from the relentless pleasure I have received at this man’s hands. He stands by the bed between my legs, an arm hooked under each of my knees, spreading my legs wide. His hot gaze is locked with mine and the head of his cock is positioned at my entrance. He looks like a conquering warrior and I tilt my hips toward him, my body calling to his. Then I feel him pressing into me, stretching me to accommodate his considerable size. I have a moment of panic and try to sit up as I wonder if he’ll fit, but he leans over me and kisses me hungrily, as if I am the most luscious, most decadent dessert to ever touch his lips. My muscles soften as I prepare to accept him into my body.

  “Shhhh…” he whispers against my lips, calming me, soothing me, even as his body trembles and a bead of sweat traces a line down his temple to his jaw. He swirls his tongue around my hardened nipples, kissing and suckling at each one in turn. Then he raises his gaze to mine, declaring hoarsely, “Now, baby. This is our time,” as he rears back and pushes into me to the hilt. His gaze is unwavering and he starts to move, claiming me in a relentless, punishing rhythm. My last thought before I give in to this blissful, mindless pleasure is that, for the first time in a very long time, I feel safe. As I freefall into my second, equally intense orgasm, he gives me what no one else can, security—safety here in the eye of the storm.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, and you are so fucking mine,” His voice resonates with a possessiveness that makes it clear he’s not just making love to me; he is taking me and making me his own. For so many years, Thorn was my innocent fantasy born from a schoolgirl crush, not flesh and bone. Now, as I look into the eyes of the man I’ve held in my heart for so long, I’m shattered as I see the truth. He is everything I’ve imagined and more.

  Thorn’s eyes are fixed on mine as he thrusts in a wild frenzy of slick, heated skin. He moves us up the bed and covers me with his body, coming at me hard from different angles, the broad head of his cock rubbing perfectly against the sweet spot deep inside me. I can feel another orgasm coiling deep in my abdomen, building steadily until it sends me reeling over the edge of an abyss I never want to escape.

  My channel squeezes him like a fist and my limbs are entwined with his as he makes me his in the most primal way possible. Thorn works me over with his hands, mouth, tongue and cock as if he’s trying to get inside me any way he can. Through it all, he whispers sweet, dirty nothings in my ear, broken sentences about how good it feels to finally be inside me, how he’s never going to stop fucking me, that I have the sweetest pussy God ever made. Then his body moves through me in one final, powerfully raw thrust before his body stiffens and he comes with a roar, shuddering as his pleasure overtakes him.

  He never once takes his eyes from mine as the orgasm sweeps through him. Instead, he wraps a big hand around my jaw to hold me in place, wanting me to see his face during this rare moment of vulnerability. A myriad of emotions move across his features as his cock pulses inside me. As his heat drenches my core, he claims my lips once more, murmuring, “Mine…mine,” against my lips. I wrap my limbs tighter around him and return his kiss, knowing that my schoolgirl crush is long gone, forever a part of my past.
r />   Chapter Seventeen

  Thorn

  “I’m not so sure about this idea,” Windy mutters as we climb into my SUV and buckle up. In light of my suspicions about Dr. Brinkley, I’ve decided to do some after-hours reconnaissance at the hospital, a sort of fact-finding mission. Windy is coming along tonight since she knows the floor plan like the back of her hand.

  “You’ll do fine, baby. This is what I do for a living so I’ve got all the bases covered. I have full access to the building since you work there, and we’ll work fast. Normally I would have to break in to get Intel. Coming along with me will give you a firsthand look at what we do at Undercover Elite.” I lean over and kiss her, then start the car with a grin. “Hey, I’m an equal opportunity employer. Johnnie works by Cash’s side and it’s the best decision he ever made. Your psychological training could come in handy in my line of work, and I’d love to have you working by my side.” I don’t tell her, but there’s nothing that would please me more than having her work with me instead of Brinkley. The more research I do on this guy, the more convinced I am that there’s more to him than the professional façade he has created for the public.

  “So now you want to hire me?” she asks.

  “I may have to… if we find out your boss is crazy.”

  “Well, you do have a point. So…not only do you make me feel safe from criminals, you offer me job security too. I’m starting to think you might be an asset as well.”

  “Good to know, baby, because I don’t have any intention of letting you go. Not after last night.”

  “And just now…” she adds softly. She woke up an hour ago when my tongue got busy reacquainting itself with her pussy before my cock joined the party as well. I can’t get enough of her. But there’s no time for that now, so I kiss her forehead and pull into traffic. At the next intersection, we stop for a red light. I eye my new partner and chuckle.

  “What?” she asks suspiciously.

  “You look like a cat burglar all dressed in black.”

  “Hey…I don’t know how you guys dress for your top secret jobs. And, besides, I think I look pretty good in black.”

  “That you do. And one thing’s for sure, none of the guys I work with fill out a tight sweater and jeans like you do.” I don’t bother to hide it as I check her out, remembering the lush curves she’s hiding under her clothes. I’m still reeling from the fact that all her sweet softness belongs to me now.

  “I don’t know about that. My ass isn’t exactly petite,” she says with a grimace. Oh, yeah, I need to straighten this shit out right now.

  “Baby, I get hard just thinking about that juicy ass of yours.” I take her hand and place it on my erection so she can feel for herself the effect she has on me. “I’m telling you, it’s perfect. You’re all woman and I intend to worship every luscious inch of you until you believe me. And then I’ll do it again and again, just to remind you.” I raise her hand to my lips before I let it go and return my hand to the wheel.

  “You’re sweet; now fill me in on the details of being a cat burglar as you so eloquently word it.”

  “Your cell phone is your friend, Windy. It’s your connection to me if we get separated, so keep it on you at all times. Speaking of which, I’ll be getting you a new one that has some 007 features.”

  “Oh, so you’re already assuming I’m working with you?”

  “Of course. My woman is beautiful and brilliant, and I’m not letting any of it go to waste. Whether you’re working with me or not, you’ve inadvertently placed yourself in harm’s way by being connected to me, and that makes it more urgent to get to the bottom of whatever is happening at Our Lady.

  “Now, as I was saying; your phone is your connection to me if we get separated. Don’t ever assume that won’t happen. Separation makes you vulnerable. Working with a team provides safety. Also, there’s tight security in the patient wings, not so much in the administrative office space, so that’s a point in our favor but tonight we’ll be wearing balaclavas, just in case. You’ll do fine, kiddo, just follow my lead. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. This should be a matter of easily getting in and out. When we’re done, we should have a better idea if there’s any truth to what that patient told you.”

  Windy

  For someone who follows rules and procedures to the letter, I’m surprised that I’m not scared as we park the SUV in an alley behind the building and walk stealthily to the back door. Then again, it isn’t like we’re breaking the law for the sake of criminal activity. I’m taking these extreme measures out of concern for the welfare of the patients who reside here. I also don’t want to make a false accusation if it ever comes to that. I need to be sure. Though I have my own misgivings about him, our overall work relationship is a good one. I don’t know that many bosses who would allow an employee to work on school assignments during office hours. Having my laptop right there on my desk every day has been a huge help already. I know not to put much stock in gossip, especially since many of these patients battle with paranoia as a symptom of the mental illness they suffer.

  We’re in luck; the back door is propped open with a stray brick, probably for an early morning delivery that’s in progress. So we can enter the building discreetly but we’ll need to be extra careful to avoid being spotted. Thorn whispers from behind me, as I use my key to go into one of the back doors where deliveries are dropped off. “Don’t look up in the direction of the cameras,” he whispers, “and don’t talk above a whisper. You don’t want them identifying you by your voice.”

  I nod my head as I open the door, to let him know I’ve heard him. As soon as we enter he takes the lead, based on the path I highlighted on the generic blueprint I drew for him earlier tonight. I’m surprised when he makes his way to my office in the darkened administrative office wing instead of the basement. I’d just assumed he would go straight to the basement. I’m learning not to assume anything with Thorn.

  He goes over Dr. Brinkley’s desk with a fine tooth comb. He reads files, documents, and even his planner, before putting the items back precisely where they were. I’m relieved to see him doing so because my boss is OCD when it comes to his office. I forget sometimes because I see Thorn in a different light that just like my patients, Thorn is a killer, but in his case he is even more lethal, because Thorn is a trained assassin. The thought sends a chill through me.

  He nods his head in my direction letting me know he’s ready to move on. This time he does make his way toward the basement. After I unlock the door leading to the staircase he stops me when I attempt to flip the light switch on. When Thorn retrieves his mag light from his vest, I follow suit. He’s provided me with a multi pocketed bullet proof vest that holds various tools of the trade like, mace, the small flashlight, and a stun gun. Even though I find it to be odd he insisted that I wear a bullet proof vest, I know Thorn well enough to know he doesn’t take anything for granted. Once again I find myself feeling protected by all the precautions he takes.

  This is the first time I’ve been in the basement. The feeling is ominous as I wonder about what atrocities have possibly been carried out by my boss in this cavernous room.

  Thorn’s voice is barely above a whisper as he speaks. “Always start in one corner of a room and work your way around; after it’s been cleared and you’ve determined no one is in it.” I walk behind him mimicking his moves and each step is a revelation. The place looks more like a bondage dungeon than a quiet padded room for a patient to be calmed.

  A large cabinet along the wall contains various implements that could be used to restrain a potential victim. I stifle back a cry when I bump into a metal framed bed along the wall as we turn the corner. I am surprised to see that it has arm and leg restraints. If Dr. Brinkley has access to drugs and a room like this, anything is possible and none of it is good.

  I direct my flashlight along the wall and I’m shocked when I realize every device in here is meant for subduing a patient. I don’t care if this is a mental ward or not, noth
ing warrants this kind of medieval treatment. Something is going on in this hospital and I have every intention of finding out what it is.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Dr. Brinkley

  I push down the wave of rage as I watch Miss Fairchild and her odious boyfriend violate my space. None of the hospital employees are aware I have live surveillance feed tied into my home computer. If I’ve learned anything in my years of being a man in a powerful position, it’s to be in control at all times, and at all costs.

  Now I understand why people feel violated when their home gets broken into. As these two rifle through my desk, a film of perspiration forms on my forehead and the top of my head tingles as my blood pressure soars. Yes, that’s exactly how I feel right now—violated. They should really be more careful; a man with my particular temperament is dangerous when he’s provoked.

  Does this guy actually think wearing a mask will keep me from recognizing them? His size alone is enough to give him away. I would recognize the gait of my assistant anywhere, as well as the curve of her lovely backside, because I’ve studied them both from the day she walked into my office looking for a job.

  It seems my employee has been a very bad girl. Now the only question is…what to do about it. After all I’ve done for her, taking her under my wing, this betrayal is how she repays me. Now she’s forced me into the position of having to hide it when she comes into work in the morning. I’ll manage it though. I’ve learned during the course of my career not only how to read people, but how to keep them from reading me.