Page 39 of Sub Mission

Good God in the heavens…he looked almost shy. The sight was so hilarious, I barked out a laugh. I tugged him onto the bed, forced him to lie flat, and then snuggled up next to him. Weird, I’d never been a snuggler before Seth. “Maybe I’m not finished with you yet,” I challenged.

He rolled to his side, leaving us facing each other—chest to chest, cock to cock, and legs entwined. Using the tip of his finger, he traced the outline of my lips in the sweetest gesture ever and then dropped his hand lower to tweak my nipple. Mr. Sweets vanished right before my very eyes. Mr. Dirty Deeds took his place.

“Are you sure you can handle more? You’ve got to be sore.”

“Yeah, but that means I’m just going to feel it even more,” I answered truthfully. “I feel like I’m a gay sex god. Do you see how easily I took to it? I mean…I guess some people are just made for it, right?”

He smacked my ass. “Yeah, Sweet Tart. You slid right down that pole like a regular fireman.”

After his playful insult, he leaned in, bringing his lips closer to mine, and when I would normally panic and push someone away, I closed my eyes and waited for his mouth to touch mine. Instead, his lips went to my shoulder and began nibbling and kissing. In the same movement, he rolled me onto my back and settled himself between my legs. “Spread those legs, bitch,” he growled.

It should have pissed me off. It didn’t. I spread my legs, welcoming the feel of his larger frame forcing me against the bed—forcing my legs wide. Kissing his way down my body, he spent a little extra time sucking and biting my nipples. After only a few seconds, my body writhed beneath his. I squirmed and that ridiculous moaning started again. Our cocks bumped against each other and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t one of the most erotic feelings in my world.

“I’ve got to have you again.” His voice was even huskier than when we were in the playroom and he was in full Dom-mode.

My hand frantically searched the mattress for the packet of condoms.Score! I held my treasure in front of his face. “Looks like we’re in luck. There’s like eight more in this box.” Yanking one out, I ripped it open with my teeth, and pulled it out. I pushed on his chest, so he’d know I wanted him to lean back and let me do the honors. Needless to say, my dick was the only one I’d ever suited up before. In case things didn’t go my way and this was my last night of sex with Seth, I wanted to make sure I enjoyed every delicacy on his menu.

The condom slid on and I toyed with his cock and balls for a few seconds before he pushed my hands away with another one of his growls.

“Put your legs over my shoulders,” he ordered.

The second time was much easier—which was good because he plowed straight in. He fucked me with the fast and hard technique he’d used the first time. Then he’d done this deliciously evil thing where he went balls deep, got up on his knees, and just held me there…not moving with his cock stuffed as deep as it could go. It didn’t take long before I was squirming and wriggling, begging and cussing. I felt like a fish on a hook. I had no idea how long he tortured me that way—it felt like hours but was probably more like minutes.

Then he’d gone and really fucked with my head. His thrusts had turned slow and lazy. His dirty talk was replaced with pretty words that made my heart do weird things. His eyes worshipped me…not my body—justme. It was then that I’d losteverything. My heart soared, and I knew I loved him. He no longer fucked me. We made love.

At the end, after we’d both come, I’d kissed him. It was unclear which one of us was more shocked. Kissing was supposed to be off my table. A red light. Hard line. Non-negotiable. Something I hadn’t done since high school, and that shit couldn’t really count because I hadn’t had a clue what I was doing.

I kissed him with everything I had in me. Loving the feel of his lips on mine, their softness when everything else about him was so masculine and hard. The taste. The warmth. The way his hands held both sides of my face. His tongue. Fuck…all of it.

Seth was my heaven.

Three orgasms later, Seth dozed off with me snuggled in his arms. We were both exhausted.

I was in love.

Yep…love. I lay in the darkness contemplating my next move. I knew I’d royally fucked up and broken every office policy rule in the book, crossed all sorts of sex in the workplace lines, and fallen in love with a man who was more than likely just playing with me. Hell, Seth still thought I was merely experimenting. Would he have made love to me if he’d known I was falling in love? No, he would have more than likely run for his life.

The thing was, I wasn’t one to hide from the truth. Yes, I’d tried to convince myself what I’d been feeling for Seth wasn’t love, but now that I’d admitted it to myself, there was no going back. I had to tell him how I felt. If he rejected me, I’d have to accept that and deal with it like an adult.

And when I said, ‘deal with it like an adult’, I meant disappear and never ever face him again. That was, unfortunately, my level of adulthood.

The only question rattling around in my head was when to tell him. Should I wait until the assignment was over? Could we both be professional with my heart hosting glitter and confetti parties when I looked at him? Hell, I wasn’t even sure I could do anotherscenewith him at Javier’s club. It had been okay when it was merely a physical act. Now? Opposite of okay, in my head.

Huffing in frustration, I turned my head to look out the window. We had a job to do and if I backed out before it was completed, I could make the both of us look unprofessional. That was unacceptable. On the other hand, was it something I could hold inside me? A part of me suspected that the very next time I looked into his eyes, I would blurt out my feelings, whether the time was right or not.

The skyline in Miami was beautiful, but I loved where I lived. Seth lived in Denver, Colorado. I lived in Scottsdale, Arizona. I wasn’t into long-distance relationships. This was the first time I’d ever been in love, but I had the feeling that there was a good chance I would be one of thoseclingytypes. I most certainly wouldn’t have any peace of mind worrying about him taking another sub into his playroom.

Shit, what was I thinking? It wasn’t like Seth was going to fall in love with me—not the way I had with him. He was a player and as much as I’d fussed at him earlier, I was pretty much a virgin…at least in the ways of the heart.

As I stared at the starry sky and worried about the fact that I’d fallen for someone who probably wouldn’t love me back, the flash of light caught my attention. I lay perfectly still, my eyes drooping to half-slits and waited. I didn’t have to wait long. The flash came again, and it didn’t take much calculation on my part to realize the flashes were coming from the window where Landon’s men had noticed the telescope. They may have thought no one manned the telescope, but it looked a lot like pictures were being taken, or at least that’s what the flashes resembled to me. Was the fact that pictures were being taken even important? It could be perfectly innocent. Well, maybe not innocent but at least not connected to what was happening at Javier’s club.

I turned my head and looked at Seth, checking to see if he’d noticed anything. His soft snores ruled that possibility out right away. The first thought that crossed my mind was that the faster this man, whoever it was abducting and torturing the subs from Javier’s club, was taken down, the faster I would be able to focus on telling Seth how I felt about him. A part of me hoped this was it-that whoever was on the other side of that lens was our man and he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life. Suddenly, my stomach growled loud enough that I was afraid it might have woken Seth up. I glanced over again, smiled when I heard another snore, and decided that fixing myself a sandwich while I waited to see if Landon called with any instructions wouldn’t be a bad idea. There was also something else I needed to take care of…just in case things didn’t go perfect with our mission.

My decision made, I slipped out of the bed as quietly as possible, snatched up the scrubs I’d worn home from the hospital, grabbed a T—shirt and crept out of the bedroom. Inside the living room, I put the clothes on, moved to the kitchen and fixed my sandwich, then grabbed some paper so I could tell Seth how I truly felt about him and what we’d shared. I didn’t want to push myself on him, but still wanted him to know how I felt. As it turned out, I wasn’t much of a romantic scholar, so the words turned out to be nothing more than a jumbled mess. Feeling frustrated, I assured myself I’d make the time to do a better job expressing my feelings. As I chewed my sandwich, I looked around the room for a place to tuck the letter until I was ready to give it to him or where he could easily find it if something went wrong. Seth’ cell started ringing before I was able to find a spot. I dropped the paper on the countertop and quickly scooped up the phone, making sure to turn my body away from the window so whoever was watching wouldn’t be able to see I was on the phone.

“Baker,” I answered quietly. Yeah…like they could hear me from the other building.

“Ready to be some bait?” Landon asked. “There’s movement and flashing from the apartment across the way. There may not be a connection, but I’m thinking there is. I want to try and lure them out. How do you feel about a nice, lonely walk on the beach?”

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