Page 37 of Lethal Game

He rocked his hips against her ass and kept circling the stiff nub, winding something deep in her core tighter and tighter.

“Con?” She’d meant to order, but his name came out as a plea. She was going to come apart at the seams if he didn’t do something soon.

Maybe she could speed things up.

She reached back, found his erection, and using her hands and her ass, stroked him through his clothing.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, his fingers moving faster, surer over her clit. His hips ground his long, hard penis into her hands and butt. “Harder, sweetheart,” he growled into her ear.

She did as commanded and was rewarded with him thrusting one finger up into her.

He tilted her head back so he could kiss her, then added another finger, fucking her with them both.

Intense pleasure and the desperate climb toward an orgasm the likes of which she’d never experienced before made breathing almost impossible.

“Oh myGod, Con,” she cried out. “Please.”

He flicked her clit rapidly and pressed down with the heel of his hand against her mound as he fucked her hard with his fingers. “Come for me.”

Her body seized, unable to process the extreme pleasure rocketing through it.

She screamed into his mouth.

Sophia didn’t know where she was, when she was, or even who she was. She didn’t care. She’d never felt anything like it before in her life.

She wasn’t sure how long they stood there with his hand between her legs. It could have been a few minutes or an hour, but eventually, her higher brain functions began to bring her down to earth.

She’d just orgasmed with all her clothes on. He couldn’t have gotten much out of the exchange. That wasn’t right. Fair was fair.

She lifted her head and looked up at him. His face was flushed and he stared at her as if he wanted more. She’d put that expression on his face. Her. A geeky doctor who never in a million years thought she’d ever be in this sort of situation with a man who was even more dangerous than he was smart.

She put her hand on his crotch and sucked in a breath. The fabric beneath her hands was damp, his penis semi-rigid under her questing fingers. Though it did seem to be growing longer and harder.

He pulled her hand away and put it on his neck.

“You had an orgasm?”

“Oh yeah.” He traced one large finger down her face and bit down on his bottom lip. “I haven’t come in my pants since I was about seventeen.”

She swallowed down her need to kiss him again. “I...I don’t know what I’m supposed to do next.”

He traced her ear. “What do you want to do?”

She shivered. “I want to kiss you. I want you to touch me. I want to touch you. I want—”

He put a finger over her lips, his expression changing from lazy and sated man to something harder. The soldier was looking out of his eyes. And she was his target. “Slow down a little. We need to get a couple things straight.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m here to keep you alive and safe.” For as long as he could.

“I know, but can’t we...?” She let out a frustrated huff. “I’m going to say this all wrong, so take it like I mean it and not how I say it.”

He started to laugh.

She punched him on the shoulder. “I want you. Jerk. I know it’s probably not the smartest thing to do, have a sexual relationship with my bodyguard, but...”

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back for a moment. “I could get transferred at any time. You and I can’t have a relationship.” He put air quotes around the last word. “All we can have is an understanding that what we do together during our off-hours is recreational.”

He was right. With her projected life span, she couldn’t have a relationship with anyone. But if she could, it would be with him. “So, no emotional attachment?”

“Yes.”

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