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Authors: Jo Davis

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“You’re so mean.”
“I’m taking care of my woman,” he corrected, voice sultry. “Making her want, keeping her on edge like any good Dom would do.”
“Is that so?” she breathed as those marvelous hands skimmed her rear.
“Yes. Brace your palms on the tile and spread your legs.”
She did, eager to find out what he’d do next. He stepped aside and let the spray rinse her free of the soap, used a sponge to get her front. Sweet kisses dotted the curve of her shoulder and neck as his fingers slid between her legs, rubbed her slit. His warm breath fanned against her ear, low and seductive.
“Tell me, beautiful girl. Did your G-man touch your pussy like this?”
“Blaze.” Oh, no. She couldn’t play this game. He was going to burn her alive.
“The truth.” He parted her pussy lips, working a finger into her channel.
“Y-yes, once.”
“How many times did he fuck you, pretty Emma? Just the once?”
“Three,” she admitted. “Please ...”
“Please, what?” His finger slipped from her channel, teased her clit in luxurious circles, driving her mad. “Please stop tormenting you? Does it make you uncomfortable to talk about him with me? That’s too bad. You can tell me what I want to know, and you will. How did he fuck you, Emma?”
“F-from behind, bent over a sofa.” She moaned as he increased the friction on her clit. “It was at a sex party Dietz held and he expected me to join in.”
“So your friend helped you through a tough situation. That’s commendable, if a tiny bit self-serving. Did you enjoy being exposed, being fucked in the open?”
“Yes.” She couldn’t lie. “It was wicked, and I liked it.”
“I’ll bet,” he said, amused. “But your liaison didn’t stop there. You wanted him again.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. How did he take you next?”
“In my room, on my back with my legs over his shoulders. He wanted to see his cock working my pussy. Afterward, we slept for a while, and then he woke me up, fucked me while we lay on our sides, spooning. That was the last time, and we said as much.”
“He must’ve been a very good lover.” A dangerous note colored the arousal in his voice.
“He was, but ...” When he simply waited, she rushed on. “It was just good. As much as I liked him, something was missing.”
At that he stepped back. The foil packet crinkled and he gently turned her around, backed her into the tiled wall. His golden eyes were feral, his lips curved into a predatory smile, and waves of damp, silky black hair clung to his corded neck.
“I’ll show you what was missing.”
She wasn’t a small woman, and yet he lifted her as if she weighed no more than a feather. Cupped his hands under her ass and braced her against the tile, impaled her on his cock. Buried himself to the hilt. She gasped, her whole body ignited with a torch.
“You’re mine, do you understand?” Fingers digging into her soft flesh, he began to thrust. “No more playing with other lovers separately. We play together or not at all. Let me hear you say it!”
“Yes, I’m yours! And you’re mine, too. Oh!” He was fucking her slow and deep, claiming her body. “I don’t want to play without you anymore. I missed you, couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
She clung to his shoulders, and her lids drifted shut, but he was having none of it.
“Look at me and know who’s inside you, baby. Who’s making love to you.”
Had she ever actually stared into a lover’s eyes while he shafted her? No, or she would’ve remembered. Never would’ve forgotten how it felt to be claimed by such a powerful man, his eyes burning like lasers into hers. This feeling of connection, his raw dominance, made her feel desired and safe. Wanton and slutty. All things rolled into one incredible package.
This was what she’d been missing. All she had to do was place her body in his hands, trust him completely, and he’d show her what it was like to belong to a man, body and soul.
She finally believed it and wanted it.
“Make me yours,” she whispered. “Show me everything.”
“Oh, God. Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”
“I want it all, with you.”
Crushing his mouth to hers, he kissed her with all the pent-up passion he possessed, fucked her like a piston. Drove them higher until she felt the quickening, the knot of electricity exploding in a shower of sparks, lighting every cell in her body.
His shout joined her cries as he plunged one last time and held himself inside her, cock twitching, filling her with heat. Once the spasms subsided, he set her back on her feet, pulling out with care, and cupped the side of her face.
“You can trust me, baby. I won’t let you down.”
Looking into his sexy, earnest face, she smiled. “I know. I won’t let you down, either. So, when will you continue teaching me the ropes, sir? I’m ready to really do this.”
His answering smile nearly blinded her with its intensity. “After we get some sleep and I get my ass chewed by Michael? What’s left of me when he’s done is all yours.”
“I can’t remember when I’ve looked forward to anything more.”
“Me, too, darlin’.”
For the first time in seven months, she could breathe again. In her heart, she finally
knew
she’d made the right decision. As if there was ever one to make. She’d always belonged to Blaze.
And now he was her master.
Eight
T
he anticipated ass-chewing lasted forty-three minutes. Not that Blaze gave a shit. Not when he was on top of the fucking world.
The woman he loved had truly given herself to him at last. Put her well-being as his partner and sub totally in his hands, without hesitation. Not just
I’ll try
but
I’m ready to really do this.
Those words were like a gift straight from heaven.
“Kelly!” Michael barked. “Are you listening to me, goddammit?”
“Nope. Tuned you out twenty minutes ago.” The news caused his boss to turn an interesting shade of red, and he hoped a stroke wasn’t imminent. “Listen, are you going to fire me or not? ’Cause if you’re not, Emma and I have work to do before we go undercover.”
Ten seconds. Twenty. Blaze really thought he might have to call Dr. McKay to revive his boss, but slowly the man’s anger seemed to dissipate.
“No, I’m not going to fucking fire you
this
time. Bottom line, you disobey a direct order again, and I won’t have a choice no matter how good you are. I have a great deal of respect for you, and I consider you a friend. I’d hoped you held me in the same regard.”
Okay, the hurt reproach got to him when the yelling hadn’t. Christ. “I’m sorry, Michael. I really am. If it had involved anyone but Emma, I wouldn’t have gone against you.”
“I know, dammit.” The other man sighed. “I understand, and I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same, but that’s not the issue.”
“I know.”
“Jesus, I have a headache. You’ve got three days to get Foster ready for this assignment, and that’s only because I’m sympathetic to what she just went through. I’m not a complete asswipe,” he said, glancing at Emma. “However, the fact is we need to roll before the weapon is transferred overseas and the president has my head on a platter.”
“We’re on it,” Emma assured him.
“Good. Now get the hell out,” he ordered, snatching a bottle of aspirin from the corner of his desk.
Blaze didn’t waste a second following that particular directive, grabbing his woman’s hand and pulling her out the door. As they walked away he saw her glance over her shoulder toward Michael’s office, frowning. “What’s wrong?”
“Did you see how he kept rubbing his left arm and his jaw? I don’t think he’s feeling well.”
“I noticed. If you were in his shoes, would you be feeling great? Talk about pressure.”
“That’s exactly what I’m worried about. The horrible stress he’s under will ruin his health if he’s not careful.”
“Ain’t that the truth. All of this, on top of dealing with Maggie’s death alone for the past few weeks. Maybe I’ll call McKay and put a bug in his ear, have him come by and pester the stubborn asshole to get a checkup.”
“I think that’s an excellent idea,” she said, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. “You’re a genius.”
He puffed up a little at the praise. Couldn’t help it. “I have my moments.”
“So what’s next, O Wise One?”
“Brat.” He nudged her with his elbow, and she giggled. “You got Marty lined up to take your surveillance classes while we’re gone?”
“He’s all set.”
“Okay, good. Let’s stop by your room and pack the stuff you think we’ll need for our gig. Then we’ll go home and play unwrap the sub. And I’m not talkin’ sandwich.”
“And just think—we get to play on company time!”
“Lucky us.” He liked this easygoing, flirtatious side of her. He could get used to it, real fast.
In her room, he helped gather an assortment of clothing while she picked a few wigs and plenty of makeup. Everything went into three plastic totes, lids snapped on and ready to go. He carried two of them, Emma the last one, and they were on their way.
“You’ve got a ton of supplies here.”
“Never know what kind of disguise we’ll need. It’s best to have an assortment of identities that can blend into almost any situation.”
He knew this, but it was cool to see her confident, in her element. It was a far cry from the vulnerable lady who trembled under his touch, and he loved both sides of her.
“What sort of disguise do you envision for our role as master and sub when we infiltrate Dietz’s group of backers?”
She eyed him in speculation. “I’ve been thinking of enhancement rather than full-out change. Like I mentioned before, I’m going to lighten your hair, give it some autumnal tints. Too bad I’ll have to disguise those amazing golden eyes with blue contacts, though. For me, colored contacts, as well, and hair extensions woven in so it appears real and won’t come off if somebody yanks my head.”
“Simple is best, I suppose. Just don’t cut my hair.”
“You’ve mentioned that before. I love it long, but what’s the big deal?” she asked, curious.
“Nothing. I like it shoulder length, that’s all.” A painful memory shoved to the fore, and he beat it down again.
“From your expression, I think there’s more.”
He shrugged. “Maybe another time, okay?”
Thankfully, she dropped the subject, and the trip back to his house progressed with easy conversation. As well as a heightened awareness that they’d soon begin her training in earnest. It meant so much to him that she wasn’t just doing this for the job anymore. She wanted to learn, and he couldn’t wait to get started.
She was his.
After stashing the boxes in his garage, they went inside, and he paused in the kitchen, pulling her into his arms and stealing a kiss. A long, slow one that tightened all the right places. “You taste good. At the risk of sounding horribly cliché, I wanna lick you like a piece of stick candy.”
A hand slid around and squeezed his ass. “Don’t let me stop you.”
“Mmm, tempting. Business first, however.” Darn it.
“Party pooper.”
“Will a beer or a glass of wine make it all better?”
“Not
all
better, but it’s a start. Wine, please—a good red if you have some.”
“You’ve got it.”
Kissing her cheek, he let go and checked the countertop wine rack, pulling out a bottle. “A nice cabernet?” He held up the bottle for her inspection.
“Wonderful. You know just what I need.”
“Exactly what I’m counting on, sweet thing,” he said, giving her a grin, which she returned. They both knew he wasn’t referring to wine. He opened the bottle, poured a glass for her, and fetched a beer from the fridge for himself. “Come sit down and let’s relax while we can.”

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