Chapter 20
Jordan was dreaming again. He let his hands roam across the smooth skin and inhaled that scent that was all Daisy. His dick was hard again, pressed between her ass cheeks. If she knew what she did to him…
She pushed back against him, and he cupped her small breasts, pinching the nipple hard and enjoying the way she cried out and moved more urgently into his hand.
She shifted away in his dreams, and he woke, startled to find a very real Daisy kneeling, hands against the wall with her thighs spread as she looked over her shoulder in clear invitation.
His dreams had never looked this good.
Jordan didn’t consider himself a weak man, but right now he could no more stop from taking what Daisy offered than he could gnaw off his own arm.
He snatched up a fresh condom from the floor beside the bed, tore open the wrapper, and quickly slipped it over his aching length.
He moved behind her and, in the gray, filtered, pre-dawn light saw the mark he’d made on her neck last night. It shouldn’t send a dark thrill of possession through him, but God help him, it did.
He forced her thighs a little wider to accommodate his own. Then held up her fine blonde hair with one fisted hand as he trailed a finger gently down her perfect silhouette. She shivered and then giggled.
“Ticklish?” he murmured as he nuzzled the back of her ear.
He didn’t like hearing his own voice. It reminded him this was not a dream.
This was him fucking his boss’s daughter against a wall on FBI property, even though he knew it was wrong, even though it could ruin a lot of important relationships when whatever this was between them ended.
He was going to burn in Hell, but he’d known that ever since he’d watched those flames destroy his family a decade earlier.
“Unfortunately,” she admitted.
He ran his fingers gently down her side again, and she quivered against him.
He whispered the callouses on his fingers over her breasts, cupping them, feeling their soft weight in his palms, brushing his thumbs over the sensitive tips.
She pressed back against him, and the lump in his throat grew so large he couldn’t swallow.
Everything about her was so perfect it made him ache.
She reached down and tried to touch him. He took her hand and pressed it against the wall, then dipped his fingers into her damp heat to make sure she was ready for him. He pressed forward, working his way inside her tight folds and nearly losing his mind as she ground herself back against him.
He found a rhythm that matched hers and thrust deep, fingers roving over her body and finding all the pleasure points.
Her head leaned back on his shoulders, and her soft hair brushed his warm skin as he found her clit.
He stroked it, gently at first but increasing the pressure and the timing to match his thrusts.
He moved forward, until she was pressed flat against the coolness of the wall, sandwiched by his body, unable to move, unable to do anything except take whatever he decided to give her. She moaned.
He slowed it down, not wanting it to end too soon, moved her hair aside so he could graze on her neck. Felt the wild beat of her pulse beneath his lips.
He pulled out, and she wriggled, as if seeking him.
He drew her back against him, letting her take whatever she wanted, use him however she wanted.
Daisy didn’t need to be told what to do. She was his equal in this realm. Maybe more than his equal. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. He watched the bones of her spine press against her skin as she rode him, hands against the wall, moving in such a way he almost lost it.
Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, he found her nipple with one hand and clit with the other. Squeezed both with just enough pressure for her to shudder against him and cry out in pleasure.
He held her as he surged upward, again and again, pistoning into her. She moved her legs farther apart, and he sank even deeper, and it was all over for him.
A harsh, guttural cry erupted from his throat as he pressed her hard against the wall and catapulted over that chasm from the dark into the light as sunbursts exploded through his brain.
His heart pounded as he held them there while his brain realigned and her legs regained their strength.
His cell rang.
Reluctantly, he pulled carefully away and grabbed the phone off the bedside table.
Kurt’s name flashed on the screen of his personal cell.
He looked at Daisy as she flopped naked back onto the blankets and grinned at him. Something twisted inside his chest because despite how much he loved and respected his friend and boss, he’d do it all again in a heartbeat if she offered.
Self-disgust crawled over him. He couldn’t last a couple of weeks without sex? What the hell was wrong with him?
He headed into the bathroom, getting rid of the condom even as he answered.
“Hey, Jordan. I know it’s early, but I figured you’d be up.”
“Yeah.” His voice rumbled through his chest. Jordan closed his eyes. “Everything all right?”
“Row finished with the insurance people yesterday, and they’ve agreed to pay her what’s owed. Didn’t hurt the UK media have made her a deity here for what she went through.”
“What you both went through.”
“Yeah, but I’m trained for that shit. We’re going out to dinner tonight with some of her friends and head to London tomorrow.
She has a temporary visa we need to pick up from the US Embassy sometime next week.
Plus, she wants to drag me around the National Portrait Gallery and some museums she likes before we get our flight home. ”
The man sounded happy. Really happy. Now was not the time to spoil that with a sordid confession of how Jordan had just violated his daughter—again. No, he needed to keep that confession until they were face to face. Man to man.
Then Kurt could beat the fuck out of him, and Jordan would let him.
“I wanted to thank you for taking care of Daisy. Ackers told me what happened.”
Ackers had probably told him they’d faked a relationship to give Daisy an alibi. Ackers and Kurt would both be disgusted with him when they learned the truth.
“She’s safe.” He forced the words past a closed throat.
“Thank you. I know she’s a handful, but keep her close, yeah?”
Oh, he was keeping her close, all right. Too close.
Jordan stared at himself in the mirror, loathing what he saw there. “I’ll keep her safe. You have my word.” He just couldn’t promise he wouldn’t fuck her every opportunity he got in the meantime.