Page 20 of Viral Justice

“Goddamn, Max,” she said, still out of breath. “That was unreal.”

“Hmm.” He opened his mouth over her neck and sucked, his tongue flicking her skin.

She wiggled and found his cock was half-hard already. “What did you do, take a Mr. Happy pill?”

He chuckled. “No, I’m...hungry.” His fingers found that spot at the base of her spine and she jerked in his hold.

“Oh God in heaven, please fuck me again.”

“Need a new condom.” He pulled out, flipped her onto her back and dove down to suck one of her nipples in his mouth. “You’re so polite I hardly recognize you.”

“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” she said as she clutched at his head and lifted her chest to beg for more. “I figured I’d better be on my best behavior.”

He took the old condom off, threw it in a trash can in the corner and opened a new one. She watched, entranced, as the staid physician and colonel stroked himself a few times before rolling another condom on. He returned to the bed, making room for himself between her legs.

Sohot.

He took his cock and teased the entrance to her body with it, rubbing the head around in tight circles. “What do you want again?”

He was driving her crazy. “I want you inside me.”

He thrust into her, fast and deep, and the shocking pleasure of it made her diaphragm stutter.

He didn’t stop, kept up the insane pace and penetration and shoved her into another orgasm that caught her completely unaware.

It was blinding, even stronger than the last, and she thought she might pass out.

A couple of minutes later, Max pulled out and got off the bed. He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a warm cloth. He cleaned her, and she didn’t bother putting up even a token resistance.

She drifted off into sleep as he came back to bed, gathered her up and pulled a blanket over them both.

* * *

Ali woke wrapped inwarm, muscular arms.

Max.

Had she known he was going to burn her up between the sheets, she’d have attacked him in the dark months ago. The man blew her mind.

She slid her hands over his chest and down over his abs, loving the dip and flow of his skin and muscles. Her fingers encountered a rough puckered area over his ribs and she stopped to explore it more completely. A bullet wound?

Max stirred and she pulled her hand away. The scar was old, probably some scrap he’d gotten into when he was a kid.

On the nightstand a small digital clock told her it was 0400. A good time to get back to her room—this part of the base should be deserted.

A few months ago, the Navy Hotel had housed many American personnel, but it had been burned to the ground by extremists trying to kidnap one of Max’s people, Dr. Sophia Perry. Compact trailers had been moved in to form temporary camp-style accommodations within the base proper.

Which is where it should have been in the first place. She’d never liked the base’s use of the offsite hotel and had said so on more than one occasion. She was careful, however, not to sayI told you soto her father.

Being a general’s daughter only got you headaches, not leeway.

Ali slipped out of bed with the stealth of a ninja, but Max woke despite her smooth moves.

“What’s wrong?” He looked like a sleepy bear, all growly and ready for action, and she almost said fuck it to propriety and got back into bed with him.

Another woman probably would have gotten away with it.

She could never forget, not for one moment, no matter how sexy or how into her a man seemed, she was General Stone’s daughter. She was held to a higher standard, and could never let her guard down.

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