On Her Master's Secret Service (12 page)

Wow. Getting kicked in the gut would be way worse.

He frowned. “Eve, I shouldn’t have told you like that.”

She shook her head. “No. I was vicious and you responded. I understand.”

Getting Michael Evans was more important than anything. It always had been, and he wouldn’t share it with her. She stood up. She wasn’t needed here. Not at all. “I’ll let you finish up without me since I’m not involved in this op. I’ve got psych profiles to work up anyway. If you’ll excuse me.”

She got up, taking her coffee with her. Low-fat latte, no cream. That was her life now. Yep. She’d chosen this. If she was going to work up a profile on herself, she could write page after page.
PTSD
. Control issues. Just on the right side of
OCD
.

The subject is mired in the tragic events of her past. The subject is unwilling to even think about moving past her own pain and is content to remain passionless because she is afraid her passion was what cost her in the first place. She fears another loss of self though she can’t stand the person she’s become.

Subject will now die and be found in her spotless apartment weeks after her lonely demise without so much as a cat to witness the event because they shed on her pristine rugs.

In this therapist’s opinion, subject needs to get her shit together.

Yeah, she probably shouldn’t evaluate herself. She got damn snarky when she did that.

“Eve.”

She’d almost made it to her office. She didn’t turn around because she was pretty sure those pesky tears were starting up again. “It’s fine, Alex.”

She tried to step into her office, but he followed her, slamming the door shut behind him.

“You don’t really have a right to complain about where I sleep.”

She turned, no longer caring what he saw. “You’re on the wrong side of that door.”

“I don’t want to leave like this,” he said. His fists were clenched at his sides.

“Then don’t go. Let Ian handle it. He can play this role.”

“I can’t do that.”

There was another solution to the problem. “Then take me as the sub. If it’s going to be so easy to fool them, then I can put on a dark wig, and we both know how much weight I’ve lost and that I certainly carry myself differently.”

His face went stony. “I will not take you.”

She could be stubborn, too. Anger lit inside her. “Then you’ve made this decision and you should leave my office. You should also know that I won’t be here when you get back. I’ll find another job. Hell, I’ll find another city, and then neither one of us has to go through this again.”

His hands came out, reaching for her arms and dragging her close. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“And I don’t want you to go.” She needed to push him away.
Right now. Just shove out at him and get him out of this office before you do something stupid. Insanely stupid. And stop looking at his lips.

Her eyes weren’t listening. God, he had the most gorgeous lips. They were full and sensual, and when he smiled, he could light up a room. Alex loomed over her, every inch of his six and a half feet a testament to pure male beauty, from his golden brown hair to those deep green eyes, to a body she wanted to touch but couldn’t allow herself to.

He pulled her closer. “I don’t want any other woman. You’re the only one who does this to me.”

He rubbed his cock along her belly, and she nearly groaned. He was so hard. Long and thick, his cock was as perfect as the rest of him. She couldn’t help it. She moved against him. No matter what came between them, she could never hide her response. She could control the interaction, but she craved him. Every minute of every day, she wanted Alexander McKay inside her.

Even though they were standing in her office and the rest of the team was just a couple of doors away, her whole body had softened, preparing to welcome him inside.

“Let me kiss you.” He dipped his head toward hers.

She turned away. This was one of the things she’d wanted to change about their contract, but she couldn’t do it now. Every reason she’d had the contract written in the first place was back in play. He was bent on pursuing revenge and leaving her behind.

“Damn it.” His hands shifted, one arm moving under her legs. He lifted her up easily, his face harsh as he looked down at her. “Then I’ll take what you’ll give me. You’ll allow me to kiss you somewhere else, won’t you, Eve?”

He laid her out on her desk. He didn’t have to move anything because she kept her desk as pristine and free of clutter as she kept her life. Everything had its place and she kept it there with a brutal proficiency.

Her back was settled against the desk and she knew she should protest, but he was already moving, shoving her skirt up and pulling at the thong she wore.

“I fucking hate these things, but that’s why you wear them, isn’t it?” He growled the question as he ripped the little silk thong off her.

And she couldn’t deny it. It wasn’t really because she knew he hated them. It was more a case of needing to take her identity back. Alex had forbidden her to wear underwear when they’d been married, and for a long time after they had divorced, she hadn’t been able to stand the feel of them against her skin. She’d been filled with a perverse need to prove she was in control of what she wore, the same way she’d been with food. Alex had demanded she indulge, so she took control and portioned out what she was allowed.

He pulled at her ankles, forcing her down the desk until her ass was almost hanging off. He forced her legs apart, but then he knew damn well what that did for her. This was the only way she could allow herself to submit anymore. She’d thought, just for a moment, that they could have something more, but if this was all there was between them, then she would take it.

“Ask me.”

She closed her eyes. He always demanded this of her. It was the one thing he’d held hard on. He’d been willing to give up kissing her, sleeping cuddled close, but she knew he would never give up this.

“Alex, will you touch me?”

“Not good enough.”

He wanted to hear her talk dirty. “Alex, will you put your mouth on me?”

He flipped her over so fast she could barely register the movement. One minute she was flat on her back and the next she was face down on the desk, her legs scraping to find the floor. A hard
smack
blasted through the office, and she felt her eyes tear up. He slapped at her ass five times in succession, and every inch of her skin lit up with just the right amount of pain. God, she needed this. She had no idea how she would ever get through a day without the possibility of his hands on her.

Even with everything they had been through, she couldn’t stop wanting this man. It had been this way since the moment she’d laid eyes on him, and she was damn sure she’d go to her grave with him in her heart.

He leaned over, one hand tangling in her hair. He pulled gently, but every nerve in her scalp came alive. The bastard knew just what pulling her hair did for her. Her pussy started to pulse, just begging for release. She could feel his erection along the seam of her ass. Years. It had been years since he’d taken her there, since he’d shoved that massive dick inside and made her scream his name. “All right, angel, here’s the truth. You’re going to give me what I want. You might have me so hamstrung with rules that I can’t see straight half the time, but I am the Master of this. You will say the words I want to hear or I’ll walk away. No more spanking. No sex. You’ll feel achy all day long, and you’ll wish you had just said the words.”

He tugged on her hair, proving his point as she gasped with pleasure.

“Please, Alex, please eat my pussy. Please lick me and bite me and fuck me with your tongue.”

She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, his mouth hovering there. He ran his nose through her hair, breathing her in before he stood back up and gave her another ten quick hard smacks that left her breathless. He turned her back over.

“Spread your legs wide.” His voice was dark chocolate and full of command.

Eve did as he demanded, placing her heels on the edge of the desk, her pussy wide open to his view. Her heart was racing, blood pounding through her system. She hadn’t been this spontaneous in years. She’d put Alex in his place and she’d kept him there. Her bedroom, once a week, no kissing, no sleeping over.

But she couldn’t turn him away now. She felt greedy and desperate to get his mouth on her. If he’d given in, even the tiniest bit on the Evans situation, she would probably be kissing him for the first time in years, devouring his mouth and hoping for the future.

Alex loomed over her. “If this is all I can get, you know I’ll take it.”

He dropped to his knees, and she felt his nose right where her labia parted. He always seemed to love her smell. She’d been so self-conscious at first, but Alex had broken her of the habit and of so many self-defeating insecurities. He’d loved how she looked and smelled and simply was, and somehow it had been enough for her.

She let her eyes roll back as he took that first long swipe with his tongue. Just for a few moments, nothing mattered. Not the past. Not the future. For these brief moments, they were just Alex and Eve again.

This was heaven.

As Alex pressed his tongue against her, it was all she had not to beg him for more.

Alex wanted to give her so fucking much more. He wanted to rip every stitch of clothing off her and kiss her from head to toe. He would sink his hands into her soft hair and tug on it. He would spend at least an hour on her mouth, learning it again, sucking on her lips and her tongue, rubbing them together and holding her head to his so he could eat her up.

He would use his hands to worship her, not leaving an inch of that porcelain skin untouched, unloved. He would take all day, and no one could stop him. He would tie her up, using an intricate
Shibari
design. He could spend hour after hour lovingly winding silk rope around her body, creating a dress to show her off in.

But he had to settle for this. He had to follow her rules now. No kissing. She only was willing to be touched all over when he got her so hot she forgot her inhibitions. This was the only way she could accept affection now. Every touch and caress, every word, had its place and its boundaries.

And he still needed her. He loved the way she smelled and how wet she got for him. Her pussy was pink and hot with arousal, her cream already making the walls slick and ready for his cock. He swiped at her pussy, letting his tongue go from her tight cunt all the way up to the jewel of her clit. He could hear her little moans and cries, each one going straight to his cock.

She was the perfect picture of a satiated female, with her skirt shoved around her waist and two buttons of her blouse undone. He could see the mounds of her breasts peeking through her lacy bra.

A knock on the door jarred him. He nearly growled as he heard a familiar voice. “Eve?”

Liam. Damn it.
His Irish accent grated as did the worried tone of his voice. He knew they weren’t involved, knew that Liam was a good friend to her, but he hated the fact that she spent so much time with him, giving him her advice, her soft smile, and her laugh. He sucked her clit into his mouth, biting down gently. He wanted to make sure Liam didn’t think he was hurting Eve. Oh, no. He wasn’t hurting her at all.

She groaned, the sound loud and sure.

“I’ll come back later then.” He could hear Liam chuckle as he walked away.

“Bastard, you knew I would nearly scream,” she whispered as though she could still keep what they were doing a secret.

He knew exactly what to do to get her to scream, and he didn’t care if everyone in the office knew that they were making love. “I’ll make you do more than scream, angel. I’m going to make you come.”

She was the only woman he’d touched in a sexual way since he was fucking twenty-three years old. She was the only woman he wanted to touch for the rest of his life. The thought of having to have sex with Amanda made him queasy, but she was the best sub for the op. He’d gone over every possibility, and she was the only one who made sense. She was a cop. She had some experience, and she’d always been obedient. He would find a way around the sex. He would fake it. Hell, he wasn’t even sure his dick would work without Eve. He could make up some shit story about withholding his cock because of his sub’s bad behavior. All that mattered was staying true to his wife so he could come home and try again.

Once he’d freed her from Michael Evans’s power, they could start over.

“Please, Alex.” She looked down her body, licking her lips as she watched him lick her pussy.

He pushed her thighs farther apart, spreading her wide for his delectation. He suckled on her clit, not enough to make her come, but just enough to send her hips moving against his mouth. This was what he lived for. He dragged the flat of his tongue all through her pussy. The flesh was soft and hot, like butter drizzled with honey.

He fucked into her, his tongue diving deep. He pulled her close so he could go as far as his tongue would let him. He rubbed his nose against her clit, pressing down hard so he was stimulating both parts of her gorgeous pussy. Over and over he fucked and rubbed until he felt her letting go, her hands finding his hair and pulling him close.

She was on the edge, right where he wanted her to be.

He kissed her, sucking each side of her labial lips into his mouth as he let a finger find her cunt and fuck deep. He put his tongue right on her clit again as he curved his finger up into her pussy, seeking that spot that always got Eve going. She was so responsive, so easy to take to the edge. When she was squirming against his tongue and fingers, he felt about ten feet tall. He was surrounded by Eve. Her scent, her taste. The silky feel of her skin became his whole world.

His cock was dying, but he liked it that way. It fucking meant he was alive, and she was still with him. Every pulse and play of her flesh licked along his spine. He would have her soon. He could revel in pleasuring her because he knew his time would come.

He slid his free hand under her ass cheeks. Even though she’d lost weight, her ass was still curvy and lovely. His favorite thing in the world was smacking it over and over until it was a gorgeous pink. He loved everything about it from the sounds—the hard smack and then her sweet little gasps and moans—to the way her skin got hot and pink, signaling her readiness. When he saw that rosy sheen to her backside, he knew her pussy was soft and wet and ready for him.