Chapter Seven #2
“You’re not wearing underwear.” Her gorgeous pussy was right there. He hadn’t had a chance to really look at her before. They’d been far too emotional and hurried. He was taking his time now.
“Well, I was hoping to get lucky tonight. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, so I find ways to ease my loneliness.” There was a sparkle in her eyes. No one ever teased him the way she did. “I go to a lot of weddings these days.”
“You are an incorrigible brat.” She was going to be such a handful, but she’d given him a roadmap on how to handle her. D/s. “Is that how you greet me? As for being in the lifestyle, I wasn’t until some gorgeous girl tied my unconscious body to a spanking bench.”
She winced slightly. “That was actually Zach.”
He shook his head. “I’m rewriting that particular history.
It was all you. Kenzie, no matter what else you think I’m doing, know that I joined a club so I could learn how to give you what you need.
No other reason. I’ve been studying for a while now, but I have never had sex with a sub.
I’ve never touched one past what it took to teach me because you’re the only sub I’ll ever want, ever take.
I was telling you a story before you poked the jealous ass who lives inside me.
I didn’t connect with you that first night.
I thought you were gorgeous but cold. I wouldn’t have slept with Kara that night even if she’d offered.
But then we met again at the conference. That was you.”
“That was me.”
He put his hands on her hair, pulling out the elegant comb that held it in a twist. All that cotton-candy hair flowed around her shoulders down to her breasts.
“I didn’t connect with you until I was with you.
I thought you were lovely and sexy, but I didn’t fall for Kara until Kara was you.
And every single time I fought with your twin I came back for more because I wasn’t going to let your bad-girl side take away from all the sweetness I felt when I was with you. ”
She stepped back, and for a moment he worried he’d pushed too hard.
And then she dropped to the soft carpet, her knees going wide, her head down in the most exquisite offering of submission he could have imagined. Her hands were turned up on her thighs and her pussy was on display.
His cock pressed against his slacks. He’d never wanted any woman the way he wanted this one. It would be so much smarter to have let someone else handle this, but he couldn’t. Even if they didn’t get forever, he would at least save her from Huisman.
He put a hand on her head, accepting her submission. He wanted to be in a club, accepting it in front of her friends so they all knew she belonged to him, that he had the right to love and protect her.
The right to fuck her when and where he wanted.
“Unzip my pants,” he ordered. “I don’t want to wait. We can be kinky in the club. I need you now.”
Her hands moved without hesitation, and she unbuttoned his slacks and undid the zipper. His tie and jacket had been discarded the minute they got to her place. Her place. Would she let him into her cozy world? Would she welcome him if she truly knew how guilty he was?
She tugged his boxers down and his cock sprung free.
He had to force himself to breathe as she took him in hand, that warm palm of hers enveloping him. Pure heat flashed through him, and his knees threatened to go weak.
“Kenzie,” he began.
But her mouth was already on him. Her tongue whirled around his cockhead until he couldn’t think straight a second longer. His whole body tightened as her tongue explored his cock. So good. The first time had been suffused with desperation, and there was a bit of it in there now.
Could he keep her?
Should he keep her?
Could he believe anything that came out of her hot as hell mouth?
But he had time now. A little. Maybe a lot.
He couldn’t think with her mouth on him. Worshipping him.
He made a decision in that moment. A decision to leave the spy out of this space. To be what he’d promised her. Her lover. Her protector. Her Dom.
Only here. In the real world he had a job, a responsibility.
But here they wouldn’t be Ms. Magenta and the Canadian.
Here they were Ben and Kenzie.
And Ben wanted her so badly he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t wait another damn second.
He tugged on her hair, and she rose in front of him. So graceful. Her mere presence was like a drug to him. He stared for a moment at her flushed face, her lips swollen, and then she licked her tongue across the bottom like she could taste him there.
If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to die. He gripped the back of her neck, something savage and primal running through his veins. “You’re mine. For as long as this mission lasts, you fucking belong to me. Say it.”
Those glorious eyes of hers narrowed. “I’m yours as long as you’re honest with me. I know I come off like some na?ve romantic, but if you fuck me over, I won’t walk off and cry.”
No. She would come at him, and it would be war.
And then she would still be in his life. In that moment he knew he was fucked because he would take war from her over never seeing her again.
“Deal,” he said before lifting her up and shoving her against the door. Somehow, he managed to get the condom out and on.
His cock was inside her a second later, and he didn’t hold back.
She wasn’t some fragile thing. She gave every bit as good as she got.
Her legs wound around him, and he could tell she wasn’t afraid he would drop her or hurt her.
She wanted it. Wanted his cock, wanted this thing between them that felt ancient and so warm it could hold him forever.
He kissed her as he moved inside her, all that silky heat threatening to overwhelm his every sense.
He wished he’d taken his damn shirt off because he wanted to feel her breasts against his chest, to know there was absolutely nothing between them, but the situation was too desperate.
He’d worried she would turn him away, but she’d opened her arms and her home and heart to him.
If he could trust her…
Her nails bit into his back. She’d gotten her hands under his shirt, touching him like she couldn’t stop. She shuddered, and he felt her tighten around him as she came.
Then there was nothing to stop him. He thrust in again and again, as if he could brand himself on her flesh, could own her through sheer physical possession.
The orgasm slammed into him, and he fused their mouths together, needing to be as physically close to her as he could in that moment.
This was far more than sex. More than anything he’d felt before, and he couldn’t be sure she wasn’t the enemy.
And in that moment, when she held him close and whispered to him, he didn’t care.
“I’m so glad you came back to me.”
He eased her down but held her close to him, not ready to let her go.
He might never be ready.
* * * *
Kenzie closed the car door and prayed for patience.
Her mother waved from the front porch and then disappeared, likely to go help Travis pack.
They’d made the decision to send her brothers to Bliss for a couple of weeks until they figured out the whole assassin thing. Her mom was taking Colton and Travis and Seth to the airport later that day. They didn’t want the younger men of the family caught in the crossfire.
Though there were apparently other reasons she was acting as her dad’s personal chauffeur.
She turned on the car as Sosa kept talking.
“Then Miss Charlotte gives conditioner and shampoo, and it smells so good. Like the kind we get when we’re going to have to sleep with target before we kill them.” Sosa was a peach this morning.
“They don’t let you bathe? Or is that a French thing.” Her father sat next to her, claiming the seat before Ben could get in. He said something about his back and the seat heater.
She shouldn’t have walked in. She should have honked at the end of the drive and forced her dad and his would-be murderer to walk out and take the seats that were left. But no, she’d driven all the way to the house and gone in.
The houses in this part of the city were big and had some serious land. If someone wanted to drive up to the Taggart house, it was a haul and with so many cameras.
She’d thought she would meet with a crying Russian assassin, but Sosa had been sitting in the kitchen devouring Kenzie’s mother’s strawberry waffles and making friends with her dad’s Black Russian Terrier, though Kenzie had been pleased to see that her mom’s Cavalier King Charles Spaniel had watched from a wary distance.
Apparently Sosa was giving them decent intel. Decent enough they hadn’t buried her body in the backyard, and wasn’t that a shame.
“Dad.” Her father could be a massive ass sometimes. “Sorry, new friend, he’s sarcastic, but you’ll find out he’s brutal with pretty much everyone. He’ll tell you that’s what being tolerant means, but he doesn’t actually understand the definition of the words.”
Sosa’s head shook in the rearview mirror.
It was obvious her mom had spent some time on the girl.
She was wearing what looked like Kala’s old sweats and a McKay-Taggart hoodie, her hair in a ponytail, and with light makeup she looked even younger than before.
“No, he’s not wrong. I’m not saying all French men are terrible.
They’re not, but you should understand that I mostly assassinate mobsters and politicians and criminals.
Surprisingly, it’s usually the politicians that are…
how you say…smelly like unwashed ass. See, my friend Astrid, she believe that if you’re going to distract victim with sex before you murder you must allow them to finish and then slit the throat.
She think it is good karma, but I usually get the killing done and say what a good time he has.
Outcome is same, but with less scrubbing afterward for me.
I find pretending to want to ride sweaty man like bull is excellent way to stab him in heart. What’s your favorite way?”