Relinquish

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lola

This is crazy. I step out of his arms and unbutton his suit coat before tugging his shirt from his pants. His hand shifts behind him, and he clutches at something. “What?”

“Be careful with my gun.”

“Okay.” I nod and convulse. Why does that turn me on even more? There must be something wrong with me. It’s a mixture of arousal, adrenaline, and the comfort that he’s here to protect me and keep me safe.

When my fingers touch his burning skin, he hisses. He yanks me back into his arm, and my head spins. I love how he makes me feel–alive and strong. He leisurely licks along my jawline before exhaling against the sensitive spot between my jaw and neck–goosebumps break out on my arms, and my nipples tent against the silken material of my dress.

His hand grazes down my body, slipping over every curve. When he grasps my panties, he rips the elastic strap with a snap.

“Damn it. Those were my good panties.”

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he growls and twirls his thumb over my throbbing clit, causing my entire sex to swell and fill with wetness.

Who the fuck cares about panties anyway? Not me. Not when I can have his hands on me. “That feels so good,” I whimper and arch against his hand.

“How wet do I make you?” He hovers over my slit but doesn’t move.

“So wet,” I moan, and my eyes roll back in my head. He sucks down on my neck and lets me go before he can leave a hickey. Only to flick his tongue on the sensitive flesh. I’m dying to reach an orgasm, but he denies me the pleasure. “Please,” I whimper.

He stops. “Please, what?”

“Please, fingerfuck me. Make me come.”

“Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes.” Tears fill my eyes from frustration. He slips his finger along with my wet slit and withdraws his hand. “Damn you.” I snap my eyes open, and he smiles a feral grin.

“That’s it, baby. Beg. Just like I like it.”

I fist his jacket and grind my teeth together. “If you don’t do it now, I’m going to do it.”

“God, that sounds so fucking hot. I’ll have to watch. Next time.” He thrusts two fingers inside my sex and presses his thumb over my clit. “Your hot, tight pussy makes me lose control, and I fucking love it.”

As he repeatedly lashes over my G spot, he works my tight nub like a maestro. I can’t breathe or think.

“Do you see what you do to me? You make me forget I’m here for a mission. I should be focused on keeping you safe, and all I want to do is watch your body unravel. For me.”

“God, yes,” I whimper as my thighs quake in anticipation. I want to be devoured by him, but he’s right. We have work to do. “God, I’m so close.”

His mouth claims mine, and we meet each other lunge for lunge. His lips and tongue fit mine like we’ve been designed for each other. I don’t want to ever leave this space where it’s just the two of us. The outside world doesn’t exist.

He withdraws his hand and steps back. My chest heaves with desire. “Should we wait until later? Give you something to look forward to?”

“What?” My mouth drops open. Is he serious? I’m going to club him over the head. I understand he gets off on control and denying my orgasm, but for God’s sake, this is going too far.

He bites his bottom lip. “You’re so sexy when your eyes shoot venom at me.” He hoists me up and sets me on a shelf. The metal is cold on my bare ass. “Such a sweet, wet pussy.” He grabs my ass and devours my core. I throw my head back, and it hits the wall, barely penetrating the haze of pleasure ripping through me.

I moan and thrust my sex against his mouth as my entire center is splayed in front of him. As his tongue repeatedly lunges into my pussy, I scream, and pleasure ripples through me–wave after wave of my orgasm drowns me in ecstasy.

Holy fuck.I clamp my hand over my mouth, and he sucks my clit between his lips and continues to finger my hole. “I can’t take any more. Ple-e-e-ease.”

“You can, and you will,” he says around my clit. The vibration makes my eyes cross.

My entire body burns with heat, and I feel weak as a kitten, but he doesn’t relent. With each fuck of his fingers, my pussy sucks and clutches his digits. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, my body convulses, and stars fill my eyes as I come again. I’ve never experienced anything like this, and I don’t want it to ever stop.

Minutes later, I finally crawl out of the overwhelming ecstasy. What in the fuck was that? I can’t move as he stands back and sucks my juices off his fingers one by one. “Let’s get to work so I can get you out of that dress.”

“Right.” Did my mouth move? I touch my lips with my fingers and blink.

He adjusts his cock and re-tucks his shirttail. I feel woozy. He’s like a drug I can’t live without. I stretch and try to stop the dizziness that pulls me down into the abyss of contentment. “You’re beautiful.”

Fuck. My face. My hair.I jump up and shimmy my dress back down my legs. I look like a train wreck, and he looks as impeccably dressed as he did when we stepped in here. “Yeah, right.”

He grasps my chin. “You’re gorgeous, and you’re mine.”

Oh, holy hell.My knees get even weaker. Oh, my God, I’m in love with him. My stomach cramps as the realization makes me breathless. “Okay. I’ve got to fix my make-up and my hair.” He nods, drops my chin, and stands back.

I reach into my bag and draw out my powder case and lipstick. It’ll take a minor miracle to repair the damage he’s done. I stare at my reflection, and all I see is bliss and giddiness. Damn, even though you look like shit, he sure looks good on you.

He snatches a mint out of his pocket, pops it in his mouth, and returns the remaining ones into his pants.What time is it? It’s got to be getting late. I grab Cade’s arm and pull up his sleeve–7:15 p.m.“We only have fifteen minutes until I’m supposed to meet Randall and Patricia in the library.” Thank God there’s still time to repair my face. “How’re we doing this?”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second.” I shudder. “But how are we interacting with Randall and the other suspects.”

“I don’t plan to fuck them.”

“Good.” I coat my lips with lipstick, snap the lid back in place, and shove it into my purse. I step over to him and rub over his swollen cock. “Because this is mine, too.”

“Of course it is,” he growls. “But you’ve got to stop.”

“Only because I have work to do.” I pull my hand back, tuck my purse under my arm, and arch my eyebrows.

“I plan to stay with you, but out of the way. You can tell him I’m all brawn and no brain. I figure if he thinks of me as muscle and nothing else, he’ll eventually feel free to talk when I’m around. That’s why I brought the shades.” He pulls out a pair of dark sunglasses and perches them on his nose, making him look even more sinister.

With the previous attempt on the jewels, Randall shouldn’t question why I have security. Cade won’t garner much interest–with the men. The women will be a different story. I might have to pussy punch at least one of them to get the point across. “You’ve got a cover story for everything. Truman’s right. You do seem to have the knack for undercover work.”

“Thanks. It was something I was good at for a lot of years. I guess it’s like riding a bike.”

“Why did you quit the military?” There must be a backstory for why he didn’t re-enlist. He’s the essence of a military man. He’s controlled, strategic, and undoubtedly skilled in combat.

He shrugs. “It wasn’t so much as quit as it was medically discharged.”

I grab his forearm. “What happened?”

“It’s a long story. Can you take a raincheck until later tonight? It’s going to take longer than the time we’ve got until you meet with Maitland.”

I nod. “Okay. Tell me when you’re ready.” It warms my heart that he trusts me enough to share all his past with me. I feel like this is a part of himself that he doesn’t share easily.

I spin in a circle. “Do I have everything back in place?”

“You look amazing. No one will suspect a thing.” He grins. “Except me.”

I glare playfully at him. “Don’t distract me. I can’t be thinking about dropping to my knees and sucking you off.” The sharp intake of his breath makes me want to laugh with euphoria. I wink. “While I’m working. So, let’s go.”