Devoted: A Masters and Mercenaries Novella (11 page)

She took him in hand and stroked him while she ran her tongue over his weeping slit. She lapped up the arousal she found there and then sucked him behind her lips.

The heat of her mouth threatened to undo him. If he let her, she’d likely continue until he couldn’t take it anymore and he came in her mouth.

He reached out and gently fisted a hand in her hair. “Not tonight, pet. Tonight I want more than a blow job. Come here.”

She came up and into his arms with an eagerness that felt like joy. It seemed to flow from her and into him as she lifted her lips for his kiss.

He took her mouth, hungry for more of what she could give him. He drew her body to his, loving the way her breasts nestled against his chest. She opened for him, inviting his tongue to play with hers. No hesitation. She knew what she wanted and it was him. It was a fucking heady experience. Amy didn’t play around when it came to sex. She didn’t pretend or prevaricate. She wanted to get him in bed, and damn but that seemed like the right thing to do.

He bent over and picked her up, lifting her high against his chest.

A little squeal came out of her mouth as though that had been the last move she’d expected. “You’re going to throw out your back.”

She cuddled close to him though.

“With you? Not on your life.” She was delicate in his arms, and yet there was something solid about her form. She was slender but strong. “Hush and let me ravish you.”

Her eyes lit up. “Like a Viking barbarian? And I’m a nun or something.”

Oh, she had an imagination. “Absolutely not. You’re definitely the prettiest lady in the village and not a nun. I’m a very traditional Viking.”

He tossed her on the bed and went to the nightstand to get his very traditional condom. He was definitely going to need it.

“I think you would make a good Viking.”

“I think this particular Viking is also a Dom.” He wasn’t going to let this get out of control. “Spread your legs for me.”

She moved up, sitting up slightly so her back was against the pillows at the headboard. “Like this, Sir?”

She had to know what that breathy “Sir” did for him. She could likely see his dick jump every time she said it. Amy moved her long legs apart, bending them at the knees and giving him a glorious view of that pussy he’d already pleasured. It was ripe and glistening in the low light. She looked primal and wanton, as tempting as Eve must have looked to Adam. If Amy had been his Eve, he would have eaten that fucking apple, too.

He would settle for having a taste of something else.

He crawled across the bed, between her legs. Flynn breathed her in, the scent of her arousal so damn intoxicating.

He looked up her body and Amy was biting her bottom lip, her face flushed. She wanted this, wanted him.

It was all he needed.

He put his mouth on her and had his first taste. She was rich and he couldn’t get enough of her. He let his tongue run over her clitoris and down through her labia. He speared her with his tongue, fucking deep while he spread her. He held her down even as she shook under him. He tongued her, drinking in her every pant and breathless whisper.

“Please, Flynn. Please.”

Everything about this pleased him. Her taste. Her smell. The smooth feel of her skin, and definitely that desperate tone to her voice.

It was time to give her what she needed so he could find what he wanted more than his next breath. To be inside her.

He pressed a finger deep inside her, curling up. She was so tight, so hot. She would clench down on his dick.

He found her clitoris and licked her. He looked up her body. Her head was thrown back in complete ecstasy, her body bowing. She only needed a little more to push her over the edge.

He sucked her clit between his lips and was rewarded with her screaming out his name.

It was all he needed. He got to his knees and reached for the condom, rolling it on his cock. He was off the leash and let go of all that control he’d exercised. He didn’t need it now. She could handle him. He got between her legs again, his cock finding its place as he pressed in.

She was so wet, but he still got a thrill from how tight she was, how her eyes widened as he forced his way in. Her hands came up and she clutched him.

So good. She felt so good around him. She surrounded him, his cock deep inside, her arms and legs winding around his body as though she was afraid to let him go.

He could have told her nothing would make him let her go.

He plunged in, thrusting his cock inside over and over. He could feel her nails digging into his flesh as she came again, but it didn’t matter. It was one more sensation to be had.

He held it off as long as he could, but finally he felt his whole body tighten and the orgasm rushed through him. He pushed in as deeply as he could, not stopping until he’d given her everything he had.

He fell against her, letting the blood thrum through him in a pleasant rush. He breathed her in, the scent of their sex mixing with her shampoo. How long had it been since he’d been this intimate with a woman? He’d had sex, though lately not a lot.

This felt like something more. He’d signed a contract with her, to take care of her, protect her, see to her comfort. In exchange, he got this. He got her soft and sweet and submissive during sex.

It was a completely fair exchange.

He kissed her cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

She smiled up at him and sighed, settling down in the sheets. “I’ll be here.”

Flynn got up and made his way to the bathroom, taking care of the condom. He stretched, his body loose and relaxed. Fuck, but this was what he needed. He hadn’t felt this good in forever.

He caught sight of himself in the mirror. Sure enough, she’d left little marks on his biceps where she’d held on to him.

He was lying to her.

Damn it. There it was. The guilt. It washed away the good stuff and he was left with the knowledge that they weren’t settled. Not really. Either she was lying to him or he was lying to her. It was a wall between them and he didn’t want it there.

So go back out there and talk to her. Settle it now. It’s easy as pie. Get back into bed with her and talk about it there.

And if she walked out because her game was up, he would know it hadn’t been real at all.

Anything was better than this terrible purgatory he found himself in. One minute he was in paradise, happy and sated, and the next there was a damn wall between them.

It was a wall he could tear down very quickly.

He strode back out, ready to have it out with her.

She was asleep, turned on her side, the moonlight making her look like an innocent goddess.

He slid in beside her and she rolled into his arms.

Tomorrow would be soon enough. He settled down and found himself falling asleep, dreaming of her.

* * * *

Amy looked around Flynn’s kitchen, hoping he had some coffee. She never did well without a good jolt of caffeine.

Luckily, he had a lovely setup. It was a single cup coffee maker with a wide assortment of flavors. His whole condo looked to be meticulously kept. Like a five-star hotel.

Who the hell was her training Master?

She knew Mitch had money, but this was beyond what Mitch could afford. How was Mitch’s brother so much more wealthy than he was? The condo itself had to be worth twenty million. It seemed awfully nice for a man who wrote code for a living.

She started the process that would bring her a hazelnut flavored coffee and looked around the kitchen.

Everything was top of the line and looked like it had never been used before.

It reminded her a little too much of the mansion where she’d grown up. There had been a staff dedicated to ensuring the place looked like a museum. If Amy had put down a cup, it was swiftly taken away even if she’d only had a sip. She’d never felt at home there. Not that it had been her home. It had been the place where she was shipped when school wasn’t in session. Mostly for the summers. She could count the times she’d been allowed to go home for Thanksgiving and spring break on one hand.

But summers were different. Summers after she’d turned twelve had been about learning to work for Slaten Industries. Summers had been spent with the workers there, getting to know them, growing to care about them.

Was she going to fail them?

She thrust that thought out of her head. She was still in her Master’s home. There was no place for it here.

Once the coffee was ready, she picked it up and held it in her hands, letting the aroma waft over her.

She was deliciously sore. And totally curious.

Flynn hadn’t said much about his past beyond the fact that he had a couple of brothers and wasn’t close to his parents.

Where had all this wealth come from?

She wandered to the living room and thought about slipping back into bed with him, but the clock told the tale. She needed to be in the office in an hour and that man liked to take his time. She hadn’t had the heart to wake him. He’d been wrapped around her and she’d spent long moments studying his face in the early morning light.

He was beautiful and yet masculine at the same time. Lovely and still somewhat fierce.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows and stared out at the slightly foggy Dallas morning. The city was starting to come to life around her.

She never did this, never stood and watched the sunrise. Perhaps that was because her view was of a parking lot.

The truth of the matter was she’d put everything she had in buying as much of her own stock as she could. Moving the corporate offices to Dallas had been expensive and she’d had to fight the board to do it. She’d thought at the time that it would be a new beginning, a way to get far from her father and his machinations.

She’d been wrong. He’d simply followed her and sat buzzing in the ears of her board members, whispering about how they’d made more money when he was the head, how she’d screwed everything up and profits were down.

Profits were down because Glendale kept stealing their clients. Yes, the move had been costly, but it would more than pay for itself in what they gained from lower taxes and the incentives the city had given them.

She just needed time. In two years, she would have Slaten back on top. It was all in her plan. All she needed to do was survive two years and she would be in a position where no one would question her place as CEO.

Time. She grimaced. She wasn’t going to be on time for work today. Not unless she was willing to wake her sleeping lover and she wasn’t. He’d been so kind to her, taking care of her, making love to her. She didn’t want to repay that kindness by forcing him to conform to her insanely early hours. Most mornings she went into the office before the sun was up. There was no one there with the exception of the security officer, but by now her assistant would be on her way. She likely would worry if Amy wasn’t already there, sitting at her desk.

She should get dressed and call a cab, but she didn’t want the morning to end. Surely being an hour or two late once in her damn life wouldn’t kill her. Staying in and fixing her Master some breakfast seemed like the proper way to repay him for all the care he’d shown her.

Maybe they could take another shower together before he took her back to her place and she had to get ready for the day.

But her assistant would worry and that could get the office gossiping. The last thing she needed was a rumor that she was sick or slacking off. She needed to explain to Val that she would be a few hours late and to deflect everyone by saying she had to deal with her car issues.

Except she also had phone issues. Like she no longer had a working one. Damn.

She turned and looked for a landline. She did know the number to get to Val’s desk.

So why hadn’t she called Val last night when she couldn’t remember Bridget’s number? That would have been the smart play. Val would have immediately called her sister and then Will would have shown up to take care of things. Instead, she hadn’t even had a single thought of calling the office. She’d immediately turned to a man she’d only known for a week, as though she’d been waiting for something to happen so she could throw herself in his arms like one of Bridget’s heroines.

She wandered back into the kitchen. No landline there. It looked like Flynn had joined the cellular revolution. If he had a landline it was for his Internet or security reasons. She had zero idea where his cell phone was.

But he had two computers sitting on a desk in what looked like his office space. The condo had a wide open floor plan, with only the kitchen, bedrooms, and bathrooms clearly delineated. The rest of the space was one large great room. In the back, close to the windows, there was a modern-looking desk with not one but two computers sitting on top. One was a laptop and the other a desktop. Both were plugged into massive screens.

Amy set her coffee mug down and approached the desk. Val read all her e-mail, even ones from strange addresses. She would send her assistant a quick note and then take the morning off. She’d seen some eggs in the fridge. She would poke around and try to find some toast or something to make pancakes out of. Then when she’d fed him, she could try to seduce him again. By the time she had to deal with her job, she would be relaxed and happy.

She sat down at his desk, in his big comfy chair. This was where he worked. She could picture him here, his hair tied back and eyes serious on the computer screen.

Excuse me, Mr. Flynn. You called for me?

Yes, I did, Amy. As my assistant, it’s your job to always ensure that the boss is satisfied. Your work earlier today wasn’t satisfactory. Those files were out of order. I’m going to have to spank you. Turn around and pull down your panties and then we’ll talk about your job performance.

Yes, she could see that whole scenario playing out right here. He would spank her and make her get on her knees and suck his cock and then, oh, then he would lift her up and make her ride him right on this chair.

Maybe she would wake him up. With sex. That was a nice way to wake up. Maybe she would crawl back in bed with him and cuddle up, and when he finally woke, she would be right there, willing and ready to take care of her Master’s every desire.