Chapter Eleven #3
His gaze hardened. “I don’t like that word when it comes to you. You don’t create drama. You simply don’t turn away from it. So that means Kala said something and started a fight. I have to wonder if your fight wasn’t about me.”
Was it? “My sister has never appreciated my taste in men. Even when they were boys. It’s nothing against you, but I think my sister would be happier if I fell for someone in our circle. She has trouble trusting people outside of it. It won’t affect us. We’ll just play separately.”
He seemed to consider that for a moment. “So the woman who spends all her time with her family thinks not being able to be around her sister won’t affect us? Or are you thinking we’ll keep it to the club? That wasn’t my plan, by the way.”
“You have a plan?” As far as she knew he was going with the flow.
“I have wants and needs, and neither of them are about limiting my time with you. You do not need to apologize. If I’m correct, she started saying shit and you finally couldn’t handle it anymore.
But you weren’t properly dressed and she would have followed you because she’s relentless.
Your choices were dealing with her, leaving, or throwing off your clothes and walking out because nudity is allowed on the dungeon floor but street clothes are not.
You were magnificent. I like your drama, Kenzie.
It makes me feel alive. You make me feel alive. ”
Damn him. She wanted to forget everything and concentrate on her body, but he was making that impossible.
All his coldness was gone, and she could never resist warm Ben.
Warm Ben felt like home. “You make me feel alive, too. Ben, don’t worry about Kala.
I won’t let her come between us. Honestly, I don’t think we’ll be working together for much longer.
At least not the way we have up until now. ”
Yeah, she was starting to think that was part of this awful restlessness she was experiencing.
The world was changing, and she had no idea where she would land.
Her parents had come back to the Agency to watch over Kala.
Oh, they’d included Kenzie in it, but she knew they worried about her twin far more.
Would they retire now? They deserved it.
Tasha was talking babies. She wouldn’t want to roam the world anymore. Cooper and Kala talked about taking over McKay-Taggart since they were legally McKay and Taggart.
“Why would you say that?” Ben asked. “We’ve had no indication anything is changing.”
“She can’t go into the field the way she used to.
Not after what happened with Huisman. Her heart…
” It was hard to talk about it. She hadn’t been able to be there the first time.
Ben had. She’d been hiding. The second time, at least they’d let her stay close.
She hadn’t gone into the house where that asshole had held her twin and cousin, but she’d been on the ground. And at the hospital.
How many times had she nearly lost her sisters? She could still remember sitting in Tasha’s hospital room when she was in a coma. She and Kala had held hands and cried. Well, she’d cried. Kala had been her stoic self, but she’d been there for Kenzie.
“So you take over the construct. No one will know,” Ben said.
“I’m not sure if the team will stay together now that Kala’s on the bench.
” Kala seemed oddly at peace with it. She would have sworn her sister lived for her job, but Kala was happily running logistics with Cooper and helping Lou and being the voice in Kenzie’s ear.
“I think our handlers were always more interested in her.”
“I doubt that.” His hand found her head. “Have I told you what my dick did the minute you walked out of that locker room?”
This was way better. She smiled up at him and felt her nipples tighten because he was looking at them and there was no doubt he liked what he saw. His cock was pressing against his leathers. She wanted her mouth around him, wanted to spend these hours serving this man while he did the same for her.
This was their time.
“I don’t know, Sir. Tell me.”
He chuckled, the sound deeply sexy to her ears.
“Well, let’s just say that all the blood in my body went straight there.
You are so fuckable, Kenz. And you are an excellent operative.
I know we’re in this space and you want to sink into the submissive part of yourself, but I need to make that clear.
You are great in the field. You’re patient and you don’t do harm that doesn’t need to be done.
I would let you watch my back any time, and I wouldn’t with your sister.
If they close down the team because she can’t go in the field anymore, they’re idiots. ”
Every word felt like a stroke of his hand. Soothing, but at the same time it made her restless.
He continued on. “Then I wanted to kill that Brit again.”
“He’s seen me naked many times. I’ve got a pretty strong streak of exhibitionist in me. We’ve never played. He’s too close to me.”
A growl came out of Ben’s throat, but he seemed to move past it. “How did you find someone to play with at The Hideout? It feels like you know everyone there the way you do Cooper.”
She had to hope that he’d taken his training seriously. “I’ve played with Cooper before. Not in a way that you would think of as sexual.”
“He spanked you when you needed it?”
She winced. “Ew. Nothing so intimate. He’s genuinely like my brother.
Well, maybe like my cousin since I would die before I would let my brothers on the same dungeon floor with me.
We have protocols. I would never want Cooper’s hands on my skin.
He’s used a flogger on me before, but I kind of transitioned over to Gabe when it was clear it bothered my sister. ”
Not that she admitted it.
“Gabriel Lodge? Oldest child of billionaire Julian Lodge?”
Of course he had more than simple jealousy. She took a long breath because this might not go the way she wanted it to. “Yes. That Gabriel Lodge.”
She’d introduced them the one time Ben had been at The Hideout.
To her parents’ horror, she’d joined the conference room debrief in fet wear since she was in a club.
It didn’t fool anyone. She wanted Ben to see her, to think she was pretty.
Sexy. She wanted a chance to show him her world wasn’t all betrayal and CIA teams wrecking the fun since his only experience with clubs at that point had been when her team kidnapped him.
“I don’t want you playing with him.” His mouth was turned down but his hand still stroked her hair. “I’m sorry, Kenz. I’m struggling with a couple of things. I know you won’t believe me but I’m not normally jealous. I’m a casual boyfriend, but I can’t do it with you.”
“And the rich girl shit?”
“Oh, did you skip the no cursing part of our contract? That’s ten.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, motherfucker,” she replied with a smile.
“Brat. Get up. Let’s move this to the bench. It’s clear you need some discipline.”
He hauled her up. She wasn’t used to being manhandled by anyone. She wasn’t exactly a lightweight. She was fit but she wasn’t tiny. She worked hard to put muscle on her body, and her curves never went away. So the fact that Ben picked her up like she weighed nothing sent a thrill through her.
The games she could play with this man. He was the alpha werewolf and she the lovely but mysterious omega who needed protection, and he knew exactly what he wanted in return.
She was the maid and he was the billionaire who suddenly desperately needed a fake bride, but shouldn’t they look like they slept together?
He flipped her and then eased her on the prepared spanking bench, reaching to move her breasts so they dangled.
“Have I ever told you I fantasize about fucking your tits? I hold them together and move my dick between them. It’s surrounded by all that softness and warmth, and you let me.
You accept it. You like it when I squeeze your little nipples and go all rough.
You love it when I come all over your chest and rub it in like I can leave a mark on your body. ”
She felt her pussy clench at the thought. “I think we can make that happen, Sir.”
His fingers traced down the length of her spine, warmth flooding her system. Anticipation. She had no idea how long she had with this man. She wanted forever, but she wasn’t going to get that from him. She would get hurried moments, nights when their worlds connected.
If Huisman didn’t kill him.
“How many Doms have you had?” Ben asked, and she heard his footsteps on the hardwoods.
She tilted her head. One wall was mirrored, and she could see him moving toward the desk in the bedroom portion of the room.
She was sure that desk had seen many a sexual act.
Now it was where someone had placed Ben’s kit.
“Like played with? Probably more than I should admit. Slept with? Not many. I know the spy thing seems like a great way to have an enormous amount of sex, but it’s mostly sitting places and watching for people while eating snack foods I’ll work off later on in the gym.
Or when I’m running from people who are trying to kill me.
I don’t regret that Swiss cake roll when I’m racing through the streets of Prague trying to make sure a Chinese agent doesn’t gut me. ”
He laughed and moved back into her space. “I once ran at least five miles with a gunshot wound in my bicep to get away from two dudes working for an arms dealer. They were up to date on all the ways to take a man down,” he said. “And I didn’t even get snack cakes.”
“That’s where you’re going wrong.”
“And I wasn’t asking about who you’ve played with or who you’ve slept with. Who have you signed a contract with?”