“Fuck, doll.”
His mouth crashed down on mine. The tenderness was gone, replaced by voracious hunger. Jag dominated my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue in roughly, taking what he wanted, what he needed, and I loved every second of it. Having this gorgeous, powerful, dangerous man so desperate to have me turned me on like nothing else. I wiggled beneath him and lifted one leg to wrap around his narrow waist. Jag gasped when the head of his cock slipped into my entrance. He ripped his mouth away from mine and threw his head back. The tendons in his neck stood out as he strained from the effort it took to stop. Jag ground his teeth together and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Christ, Miri. Let me get a condom.” He opened his eyes and met mine.
“Your man,” I panted, still attempting to move and force in more of his cock. “He took blood from me to check… because of the drug use. He said I didn’t have anything.”
“Yeah, I told him to do it. I was worried about you,” Jag whispered, his pupils dilating. “I don’t have anything here, but—”
“I trust you. I want this.” I shifted my hips again and took in another inch or two of Jag’s cock. “Want to feel all of you.”
“Holy…” Jag’s head dropped next to mine, his hot breath against my neck. “I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom, Miri. I can’t… It’s…Ohgod. It feels too fucking good.”
“Please, Jag. I-I need this. I need you.”
I had absolutely no clue why I needed Jag to take me bare, but I did… desperately. Maybe because it would mean he completely owned me. A part of him would be inside me when he came. I wanted that, I needed it, I craved it more than any hit of H I ever had.
“Jesus Christ, you’re killing me.” Jag’s voice was pained, but despite his brain telling him to stop, his body began to move. He pulled his hips back and slid forward in a long, slow stroke. “So goddamn good, Miri.” Jag repeated the move, retreating and thrusting in even slower this time. Back and forth, in and out, agony and ecstasy. My body hummed with pleasure, nerve endings primed and ready to fire at any second. But Jag never changed his pace, never fucked me hard enough or fast enough to bring me past the intense, torturous edge I clung to.
“More.” I dug my heels into his firm ass and clawed at his back, but he refused to stop the sweet agony.
“I don’t ever want this to end, doll. So fucking good… so hot and tight.” He hissed and bared his teeth. “It’s like your pussy was made to fit my cock.” His words sent a ripple of pleasure down my spine and I clenched hard around his cock. Jag’s entire body jerked above me. “Goddammit! Fuck, Miri.”
He pushed to his knees, threw my legs over his shoulders, and wrapped his hands around my thighs, eyes half-closed, a deep midnight color, burning from beneath thick black lashes. Firm hands held me in place as Jag punched his hips forward. I cried out from the sheer force and the relief of finally getting fucked harder.
“That what you want?” Jag held perfectly still until I answered.
“Yes! Ungh, please… More!”
Jag snapped his hips again, this time hard enough that it took my breath away and I slid up the bed. Afraid of smashing my head, I braced my hands on the headboard and nodded. Jag’s lip curled in a feral snarl and finally, he let loose. Jag rammed into me hard and fast. My sharp cries morphed into a single long, incoherent moan as he pounded me relentlessly, taking me like a rutting beast in the throes of heat. I couldn’t take my eyes off Jag as he moved. He was beautiful. His abs rippled with each undulation of his hips. Sweat shone off his glorious chest and his shoulders and biceps bulged and flexed as he held on to my thighs. His body was a work of art.
But it was Jag’s facial expressions that had me mesmerized. Jag in the throes of passion—wild, uninhibited, and taking exactly what he wanted—was absolutely stunning. His dark hair was damp and flopped down over his eyes, his nostrils flared and his lips were parted while he hissed various curses and grunts.
Jag released my legs and leaned forward, resting his full weight on me. He reached up and tugged my hands off the headboard. Jag threaded his fingers with mine on the pillow above my head. Our eyes met and he held the contact, mesmerizing me with a look of absolute wonder in his gaze. A trickle of sweat fell from his chin to land on my upper lip. Before I could catch it with my tongue, Jag dove down, licked the drop, and gave me a deep kiss, melding our mouths together.
When he began moving again, he kept his eyes locked on mine. Jag’s expression was so intense it sent a chill down the back of my neck. He looked at me as if he were in shock and awe. I wasn’t sure if it made me uncomfortable or made me feel like the most precious thing in the world. Fingers entwined, Jag rocked back and forth above me, his pelvic bone rubbing my clit as his cock went as deep as possible, bottoming out with each thrust. My muscles tightened and a ripple of heat spread out from my core.
“God, Miri. I’m fixin’ to fucking blow.” Jag’s eyes rolled back in his head and he picked up the pace. That rumbling Texas drawl went straight to my groin and my body detonated around him. I screamed from the overwhelming force of my orgasm, shuddering and clenching from head to toe. “Holy fuck! Oh god… Shit, Miri.” Jag’s rhythm faltered. His hands gripped mine almost painfully and he pushed in one last time. Jag threw his head back and roared as he emptied his thick release. I felt pulse after pulse of his hot cum flooding my insides.
Suddenly, the room was quiet save for our heavy breathing. Jag let go of my hands and rolled onto his back next to me. I swallowed and licked my lips, my throat dry from shouting. Jag’s eyes were closed, his chest moving up and down as he recovered. Aftershocks of pleasure zipped across my skin, leaving my body floaty and tingling.
Exhausted, sleep began to wash over me and my eyes became heavy. If I could, I’d spend all night staring at Jag’s stunning face and body. As I drifted off, I wondered if he’d be here in the morning or if I’d just made a huge mistake. Before I could give it any further thought,
sleep claimed my consciousness, just like the man in my bed claimed my heart.
Boss
Reluctantly, I dragged my ass out of bed to use the bathroom. When I returned to the bedroom, I watched Miri sleep, her face relaxed, her naked body half tangled in the sheet. God, she was so fucking gorgeous it hurt.. I shouldn’t be here. Getting involved with Miri with a war looming and her living in my house… fuck, it was such a bad idea. I ran a hand down my face and exhaled. I should leave. Go back to my room and sleep the same way I always do, alone. Miri stirred and a soft sigh floated from her pink lips. Despite knowing it was the worst possible choice for her, I climbed back into bed with Miri, and pulled her into my arms.
The next thing I knew, I blinked and the gray light of dawn slanted through the window. It took a minute to realized my phone was vibrating from the pocket of my jeans on the floor. Exhausted, my first thought was to ignore it, but I couldn’t. My men never bothered me without a good reason, especially this early in the day. With the heels of my hands, I rubbed my tired eyes, sat up, snagging my jeans to pull the phone out and check the text. It was from Sarge, my head of security.
SOS
The three letters on the screen kicked my pulse up into high gear and had me fully awake and moving in a flash. As quietly as possible, I yanked on last night’s clothes and hurried down the stairs, barefoot and smelling like sex and Miri. Sarge was waiting by the door to my study, hands behind his back, chest out. He looked as tired as I felt, but the man took the time to put on his suit and presented himself perfectly. I was proud of Sarge for understanding the level of respect I demanded from my employees. A stab of guilt hit me when I realized didn’t stop to dress in my own suit before coming downstairs. Fuck it. With an SOS, speed was more important than how I looked.
I unlocked the thick door and motioned for Sarge to follow.
“Milo is on his way, Boss.”