Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Her head fell back against his chest. “Yes. Yes, Sir.”
His arms tightened, and he knew he would never let her go. Not until the very end.
* * * *
Lou’s body felt electric.
This…this was what had been missing with the others. Not that there had been many. She’d had a boyfriend in undergrad. Neil. He’d been as studious as she was, and they’d been excellent study partners who’d tried sex a couple of times, and it fizzled out when he’d moved to Cal Tech for his post-grad work. Not that it had been all that hot in the first place. And then she’d had a brief relationship with another professor at UT Austin, which had been easy to walk away from.
TJ’s hand moved up to cup her breast. His big, manly hand. She felt his lips against her ear. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby. I want to see your breasts. I’m going to get my hands on them, put my mouth on them.”
She’d been worried when her glasses had fritzed out as they’d entered the compound. Up until then she’d had Kala in her ear. The glasses were an updated version of the ones she’d designed a couple of years back. They were smart glasses, a technological leap forward from the ones on the market today made possible by a combination of CIA funding and a whole lot of Drew Lawless cash. Those glasses looked perfectly normal, but they sent back all sorts of information to her team. They could listen in and see everything she saw. They sent coordinates, and she could even access the Internet when she needed to. She could hear what Kala said through micro receivers concealed inside her outer ear.
Not that she could hear anything now since they’d stopped working. That was when she’d realized she might be in trouble.
TJ pulled at the straps of her bra. It was a solid bra. She hadn’t dressed for seduction, but then she never did. She dressed for comfort and practicality. She’d dressed for the German weather, which would be chilly.
She kind of wished she’d let Kenzie dress her in something pretty. It was the only time she was ever going to be with the man of her dreams and she was in cotton undies and an industrial-strength bra.
This was all part of the op. That was what she was telling herself as TJ’s fingers found her nipples. Her ridiculously hard nipples. He rolled them and tugged, and she kept telling herself this was their cover. One of the things she’d overheard her captors saying was they would be able to tell if they had the right hostage based on how TJ reacted. They’d wanted someone else. Erin or Devi, but the mercenary had brought her.
Cooper had brought her, and he’d played the asshole mercenary to the hilt. He’d even walked away with twenty grand.
She should be worth more than twen…
That was a cock. TJ’s cock. It rubbed against her, threatening to send her brain right where her glasses had gone. To a useless place where all that power meant nothing.
Now she understood. For years she’d had Ian Taggart telling her not to think with her pussy. It had seemed like such a logical thing to do that no one should ever need a reminder. Like breathing. It happened naturally. No reminder needed. But now she understood because for the first time in her life her pussy was telling her brain to go to hell.
Her pussy was wet, and she could feel the blood starting to pool there. It drained from her brain and took away all her thought processes. Lust. It was lust, and it was making all the decisions for her.
When TJ’s hand slipped under the waistband of her skirt, she couldn’t breathe.
He kissed her neck as his hand slipped lower. Her nipples were so hard she swore she could feel the damn things pulsing. Like the rest of her skin was deliciously sensitive to his every touch.
Dumb. Dumb. This was so dumb. Her team would be here. Their captors were obviously jamming cell signals, but it wouldn’t take her team long to figure that out, and they would use aerial photography to search where she would…
She clenched her teeth as TJ’s fingers slid over her clitoris. It was there. She could feel the orgasm playing around the edge of her consciousness. It wouldn’t take much, and it usually took forever. She usually had to find a way to smile and finish herself off after her partner slipped away to the bathroom, but she was not having that trouble today.
She usually thought too much, couldn’t shut off her brain.
That thought drifted away as he pressed gently down and circled the button of her clit with perfect precision. Just hard enough she could feel what was coming, but not enough to send her over the edge.