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“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered.
She whimpered. He growled, trying to get control of himself. Her slick walls encircled him, adjusting to the size of him. Nestled deep into her warm channel, he never wanted to leave.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, then he pulled back and thrust again.
Nothing but the sounds of their fornication filled the air. Their eyes locked on one another, and he quickened his pace.
“Marcas,” she gasped, bringing her hands to cup his jaw. She met him thrust for thrust, the proof of her arousal allowing his cock to slide easily into her. “Yes. God, yes!”
He crushed his lips to hers, his hips moving on instinct. Her bountiful breasts were crushed between them as she tried to get closer to him. His balls drew up close to his body, and he thrust deep. He gripped her hips tight, going on autopilot. Her slickness let him move freely inside her, driving him wild. They fit perfectly together.
She broke the kiss and she cried out, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Her walls clamped down on him, milking him into his own powerful orgasm. He roared his release as he poured himself into her.
Sarena thought things would be weird after their time in the kitchen or the living room.
Nope, not at all.
Marcas had refused to allow her to go home. His domineering nature attracted her to him. He had picked her up from the oversized ottoman and carried her up into his room where they’d spent the next few hours tangled up in the sheets of his bed. He didn’t leave any part of her untouched. She could appreciate a man who wanted to make sure his partner was fully satisfied by morning. A slight soreness was developing in between her thighs, but it only brought a small smile to her lips as she lay tucked into his side.
His breaths were even while he slept, giving her time to study his silhouette in the dark. He was an alpha man all the way through. He had ensured she had reached her climax every single time before allowing himself the pleasure of release. She noticed how even in his sleep, his hand held on to her ass, keeping her close to him, her naked breasts pressed against his side, her head in the crook of his arm.
She didn’t know what the morning would bring between the two of them. His rules of not dating left this pretty much up in the air. Was this a one-time hook-up? The chemistry between them was off the charts. It would be a waste, but she had known what she was getting into agreeing to this ‘non-date’.
She gently caressed the light sprinkle of hair that littered his chest. She loved everything about his body. She couldn’t find one flaw. The hard planes were cut with muscles that shouldn’t even exist. Her core pulsed with just the thought of his thick cock. She held back a groan at the memories of taking it deep into her throat. The smoothness of his cock and the slight saltiness of his release still lingered on her tongue.
With the soft light flowing through the curtains on the windows, her motions on his chest woke his member. She smiled, making her hand go south. His abdomen quivered with her hand disappearing beneath the blanket. She wrapped it around his stiff length.
“I must not have done my job well enough,” he murmured against her forehead. His voice was husky from sleep.
She could feel his eyes on her as she ran her hand along the mushroomed tip of his cock. His grip tightened on her ass cheek, and she pushed back the covers to allow his cock to spring free.
“I think you did your job too well,” she said and playfully tightened her hand on his shaft. “I just can’t stop thinking about this. I want it again.”
“Well, then—”
The sound of an old ringtone slashed through the air, cutting him off. Marcas released a curse and reached over her toward the nightstand. He flicked the lamp on and grabbed his cell phone.
“Hold that thought,” he muttered, swiping across the glass screen to answer. “What is it?” he growled into the phone.
She tucked the covers around her then sat up and leaned back against the plush pillows while he spoke to whoever was on the line.
Work.
She could tell because of his cold responses. Three in the morning, and she knew this wasn’t a personal call. Something was going down, and SWAT was needed. He hung up and turned to her.
“You’ve got to go,” she announced, looking at him.
He jerked his head in a nod. She glanced around the room and didn’t see her clothes.
“Yeah. There’s a situation over in Melrose Heights. A hostage situation.”
“Go. I can let myself out.” She moved to get out the bed, but he drew her back in. Surprised, she glanced up at him as he pulled her face close to his. He pressed a small kiss to her lips before easing back.
“You don’t have to go now. Sleep,” he ordered, standing from the bed.
He strode over to his dresser.
“I’m not one of your men, Sergeant,” she murmured, sliding back down underneath the covers. She watched him dress, the pit of her stomach becoming queasy at the thought of him going off into a dangerous situation. The memory of his friend coming into the emergency room came to mind. She knew his job was dangerous and couldn’t help but feel a small hint of fear for his safety.
He must have read her facial expression when he came out of his closet, decked out in black army fatigues.
“You certainly are not one of my men. I don’t do what I did with you with them.” He chuckled, coming toward her.
She shifted her head back as he leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her lips. She opened her mouth, and he thoroughly kissed her, leaving her breathless when he moved away.
“Be careful,” she murmured against his lips.
“Always.”
