Page 85 of Power Surge

I arch a brow in response and continue helping her down the hall. By the time we make it to her room, she’s nearly limp in my arms. Once inside, I help her to the bed before unwinding my arm from her waist.

“That doesn't help anything, Ben. It's more stress on Tae.” Those hazel eyes roll to the ceiling and stay there.

A quick snap of my fingers gains her full attention. I motion down the line of buttons. “Off,” I mutter. A single tug on my tight tie loosens it, allowing the silky material to hang haphazardly from my neck. The jacket slides from my shoulders as I shrug out of it and place it, my shoulder harness, and sidearms on a stuffed chair in the corner of the room.

Phone tucked between her ear and shoulder, Randi never shifts her curious gaze as she pops one button after another until the soft material hangs open. A small gap shows off a strip of bare chest and a glimpse of black lace.

“Ben, listen, I understand you're upset— No, what happened in Egypt has nothing to do with— You will not.” I hold her rapt attention as I work one cufflink and then the other before peeling my own dress shirt off. The vest and then the undershirt are next, carefully deposited to the small pile of discarded clothes and firearms. Metal clinks as I tug on my belt.

She nibbles on her lower lip, her lids lowering as she watches the thin strip of leather slide from one belt loop and then another until it too ends up on the floor.

“Ben, I need to go.” I shake my head and press a single finger to my pursed lips. Randi's dark brows furrow, a thin line forming between them. “Um, actually… hold on.” The phone peels from her ear. Pressing the screen face to the bed, she tilts her head, eyes searching mine. “What are you doing?”

“Having a little fun, Mess. Now be a good girl and keep him talking.” The phone stays on the bed. “Now, baby. I won't ask nicely a second time.”

A red flush spreads across her cheekbones and down her neck. I watch each inch that phone rises, my cock hardening with each passing second at the thought of what's to come.

“Sorry, someone needed something,” she says to Ben as she shrugs out of her jacket. “What were you saying?”

Her cherry vanilla scent envelops me as I step closer to the bed. With a soft caress along her shoulders, I slide the silk blouse off one and then the other. Trailing two fingers down her spine, I flick the clasp causing the black lace bra to loosen.

The moron on the other end of the call keeps talking, completely unaware of my devious plan.

With both palms on either side of her knees, I urge them apart until I'm able to kneel between.

A deep sigh pushes past her lips at the first soft kiss I press to her collarbone. Her normally cool skin is now hot to the touch. Sucking and nibbling, I bite at the soft flesh between her shoulder and neck.

She gasps before remembering she’s on the phone and covers it with a fake cough.

“What?” she says into the phone. “Oh, nothing. Stubbed my toe?”

I chuckle against her skin. Cupping one breast, I circle the pebbled nipple, drawing closer and closer to the tip with each pass. A full-body tremble rakes through her as the edge of my nail slides across the tip. Pulling away, I watch with utter fascination as her head falls back, the ends of her dark hair brushing the white duvet. Pinching the hard tip between two fingers, I suck the other between my lips, flicking my tongue rapidly over the sensitive nub.

Heat builds beneath my skin, a raging inferno urging me to hurry this the fuck along and rip her damn pants off. My dick throbs, pressing hard against the zipper of my slacks. I groan against her nipple, taking more between my lips at the threading of her fingers into my hair and not-so-subtle urge for more.

Careful to not injure her ankle any more than it already is, I work her soft gray trousers and black lace thong over her hips and down the thighs I desperately want wrapped around my waist. Once she’s completely naked, I assist her in lying back on the bed.

With a cocky smile, she complies, that cell phone still glued to her ear.

Admiring the unobstructed view of the treasure I’m desperate to lick, I slide both palms up and down the soft skin of her inner thighs. With every teasing stroke, I pause at her center before massaging back down to her knees and making my way back up again. The sweet scent of her wet center shoves me over the edge of patience into instant fucking gratification. Without warning, I spread her slick lips apart with both thumbs and suck her clit between my lips.

A high-pitched moan passes her lips, followed by a mumbled apology, but I'm too lost in devouring her delicious center to fucking care what she's saying to that dumbass.

In fact…

It’s time for my fun little game to be over.

My palm sinks into the mattress as I lean up, the heat pouring off her wet pussy now pressing against my upper abs. Eyes wide, she shakes her head as I reach for the phone, but I ignore her pleading. Snatching the damn thing from her hand, I give my lips one more long lick, savoring the flavor of her before hitting the speaker button.

The sound of that dumbass's voice almost kills the mood, but her writhing beneath me, sliding her wetness across my bare skin, wins.

“Your time's done, fucker,” I say, my gaze locked on Randi's as I shift enough to slide two fingers deep inside her. Those hazel eyes roll to the back of her head. “Stop using your daughter to win Randi back. It won't happen, and you know how I know that won't happen?”

“Who the fuck is this?” His voice shakes through the line, no doubt with barely controlled rage at my voice.

“You know who it is.” A squeak cuts through the room as I add another finger. Randi's hips lift from the bed. Sliding a hand up her stomach, I tweak one nipple, then the other. A pleasure-filled groan passes her lips.

“What the fuck are you doing to her?”

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