Hearing Malik talk like that should have been a red flag for me. Bragging about his and his brother’s ruthlessness should have been a warning sign to me to not get involved. But for someone like me who had to fight for everything I had growing up, his bravado made me feel safe and protected, like he’d take care of the scary stuff and I could finally let my guard down for once in my life. "Well then, I'm all yours. Take me to breakfast, if you’re sure it’s safe."
Malik handed me the coffee, and I took a sip. "This is amazing. I've never had coffee this good before."
"It's all in how the beans are roasted and how many times you came the night before.”
“No wonder. Did you have any?”
“Are we talking about coffee?”
Malik took the mug out of my hands and kissed me full on the mouth. I kissed him back and let my hands roam over the defined outlines of his muscled back and shoulders, traveling lower until I felt the hard solid length of his erect cock through the soft material of his sweats. His tongue was in my mouth and my panties were soaked through again and I’d only had but one sip of coffee.
“Can I invite you to shower?”
“Will we fit?”
“With a little maneuvering,” he said. Malik’s hand had already found its way into my underwear, and I rode his fingers shamelessly.
“I want you to come on my hand and then come again in my mouth,” he said.
It was hard for me to focus through the haze of desire that seemed to fog up my thinking.
“Shouldn’t we be doing something work-related? Looking after Fio or tracking this Gabrielli man or something?”
“This is the toughest part of the job. Public relations.”
I burst out laughing just as he started to go down on me. Malik was a contradiction; a man full of ire and ruthlessness who ended human lives for a living, and a light-hearted jokester who found humor in everything. I rested my arms above my head and took in his sculpted form. He was also a skilled and giving lover who was generous and an honest-to-goodness gentleman.
“Oh God,” I said, gripping the headboard.
Right before another orgasm ripped through me, Malik stopped and stood in his full glory and offered his rock-hard dick to me. I jumped forward eager to suck him again, taking him deep in my throat and wraping my hands around his silky steel cock. I licked at the top and let his precum lubricate the slide of my lips along his length. Malik had a gorgeous cock and I felt like I couldn’t get enough of its solid weight in my hands and on my tongue.
We finished in the shower, with me bent over the half wall of tiles and him pounding me into oblivion from behind. He soaped my nipples and massaged them until I felt delirious with lust. And when I came, it was so hard that I was afraid the whole town could hear my cries as I fell apart on his cock.
Malik threw a towel around his waist and gently dabbed me with a fluffy bath sheet.
“Should we head into town and try the diner? Get more coffee and I’ll show you the mountains?”
“If by coffee, you mean coffee,” I said. I stepped into the simple black shift dress Malik and Rafa had purchased for me. As could be predicted, it fit like it had been made for me by a tailor. I had no idea how Malik had guessed my shape and size so well just by looking at me fully dressed in Miller’s office.
“I never mean just coffee,” he said.
When Malik pulled me in for a kiss in front of the huge mirror. I couldn’t help but notice how perfect we looked together.
Chapter 11
MALIK
"It's stunning here. I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful."
"It’s nice if you like nature, but not nearly as beautiful as the view I’m looking at," I said, smiling. I felt like a goofy kid, saying over-the-top romantic lines to a woman. I didn't know what had gotten in me, but being around Trudy felt so natural, almost as if I was meant to be with her. But I also felt completely out of my element, like she was an adult and I was some girl-crazy kid with a boner for my social worker.
Shit that my friends probably went through at sixteen, I was now feeling at twenty-nine. While they were learning how to date, I was learning how to survive. I had a lot of catching up to do and I was hoping Trudy would stick around and not write me off as some inexperienced loser.
“You’re quite the charmer, Malik Conner. I never would have guessed. You also have an eye for women’s wear and spotting which baked goods a diner does best.”