Page 12 of First Surrender (The Serafina: Sin City 1)
He did. The sexy getup she wore stunned him. He’d never expected to come home and find her wearing nothing but an apron and fuck-me heels. It only reaffirmed what he knew about this woman. She was going to keep him on his toes. Keeping his gaze on her, he slowly undressed. First with his shirt and tie, then his shoes and pants. He’d gone commando because he’d known he’d be coming home to her. Her eyes tracked his movements and each article of clothing he lost, the heavier that gaze grew.
“I’ll try and be gentle,” he said as he gripped one of her hip
s and slipped a hand between her legs from behind. He dragged a finger down her slit and found her slick with need.
“I don’t want that.” Turning away, she let her head fall forward, her inky dark hair falling down her back in seductive waves.
“What do you want?” he asked quietly, smoothing his hand down the length of her spine. With her bent forward in such a submissive pose, his cock throbbed almost painfully. He pressed a finger into her, closing his eyes when she tightened around him.
She didn’t respond, just pushed back, trying to get him to move. He slipped another finger inside her tight sheath, loving how she molded around him.
Sometimes he liked to tease her; other times he enjoyed getting her off quickly. Tonight he had a feeling it would be the latter. While he wanted to drag out the foreplay, he needed inside her like he needed his next breath.
“Need in you.” He couldn’t even formulate a complete sentence.
Sierra didn’t seem to notice, just rocked against his fingers, her breathing growing erratic the faster he moved. He couldn’t believe how primed she was, as if she’d been thinking about this all day. Maybe she had. God knows he had. He’d hated going into work, even for a few hours.
Without warning, he withdrew his fingers.
She let out a yelp of frustration, her fingers clawing at the marble top. “Don’t tease.” Instead of sounding demanding as he guessed she intended, her words were breathy and needy.
Feeling almost frantic, he retrieved a condom from his discarded pants and quickly sheathed himself. Until her birth control kicked in, he’d be using these but he couldn’t wait to feel her pussy tightening around his naked cock. The thought of being inside her without any barriers was almost enough to push him over the edge, so he reined himself back in.
Until he guided his hard length to her wet opening. Feeling her wetness on the head of his cock was too much.
He pushed forward in one hard thrust. She was so wet, but let out a gasp as he buried himself in her tight body. Though he wanted to move, he was so damn primed right now. He wanted to make her come, wanted to feel her climaxing around him.
Staying buried inside her, he slowly pulled the bow from her apron free. He’d noticed that she was sometimes self conscious about her body, so the fact that she’d been waiting for him, practically naked under the bright lights of the kitchen, told him how much she trusted him. That she was okay being vulnerable in front of him.
Thank God because he would give anything to make her happy. As the apron strings slid away, he reached up and lifted the part that secured around her neck over her head, letting it fall to the ground.
Sierra, bent over and waiting for him to fuck her. Wearing just sexy heels.
He didn’t think there had ever been anything sexier. Yeah, his brain was going to short circuit any second now.
Sliding his hands up her hips and over her ribs, he only stopped when he was cupping her breasts. She was practically trembling, her body shaking with a need he understood all too well. Just lightly enough to tease her, he flicked his thumbs over her nipples.
“Faster, harder,” she demanded on a breathless moan.
He wasn’t sure if she meant his fingers or his cock and he couldn’t make his throat work enough to ask. Strumming one of her nipples with more pressure, he let his other hand slide lower as he started thrusting inside her.
His movements grew harder with each drive into her tight body. Her inner walls clenched around him, growing tighter and tighter the harder he slammed into her. She was so close. He could feel it.
So was he, but he was desperate to make her come first. Tweaking her clit between his thumb and forefinger, he increased the stimulation on her sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure to push her over the edge.
“Hayden.” The way she said his name was almost like a prayer as her the orgasm surged through her. Her body shook and trembled and she cried out even more loudly as she came.
He wasn’t far behind her, his own climax hitting him like lightning, the pleasure pumping to all his nerve endings until finally he was just blindly thrusting his hips against her. Forcing himself to stop, he gently held her hips as he pulled out.
She made a soft protesting sound but barely moved a fraction while he disposed of the condom. When he was done, he turned her around to face him, pleased by the sated expression on her face. “I love you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her soft breasts against his chest.
“I love you, too.” He’d never get tired of saying it, either. Holding her and being held by her was the best feeling in the world, and he was never letting her go.
Dear Reader,
Thanks so much for reading First Surrender. For those of you who have read my Red Stone Security series, you will have recognized Wyatt and Iris Christiansen. Because the Red Stone series has been so popular, and because of reader requests, I decided to do a spin-off series and First Surrender is the launch novella. The official new series is called The Serafina: Sin City series and will feature people who work at; you guessed it, The Serafina! The rest of the stories will be longer and the second one will feature Jay and Ellie because their story is just beginning.
I really hope you enjoyed this story! If you did, please consider leaving a review at one of your favorite online retailers. It’s a great way to help other readers discover new books.
Happy reading,
Katie
Excerpt from
Breaking Her Rules
by Katie Reus
Copyright © 2013 Katie Reus
Iris Tarango slipped her hand into the crook of Gene Berr’s arm as they bypassed the extra security outside the already packed house party. She had more than one weapon strapped on her, as did all of the security team. The only difference between her and the rest of the team was that she was wearing a long, black formfitting dress. But strapping a blade to her thigh and a small gun to her calf was the perfect way to conceal her weapons.
She hadn’t been inside yet, but the line of cars along the winding driveway was a giveaway of the growing crowd and the security team inside had already let her know how busy it was getting. Which would just make her job that much harder.
With her two-inch heels she stood even with Berr at five foot eleven. He was a handsome, broad-shouldered, middle-aged man in good shape and for the most part she had no doubt that he could take care of himself in a one-on-one fight. There was a lot of muscle underneath the custom-made suit he was wearing and she could tell his nose had been broken more than once. She’d also read his detailed file and the man had been a boxer all through his college years.
Even if he could take care of himself, he’d hired Red Stone Security because someone had made it clear they wanted him dead. The threats had been escalating and last week his assistant had taken a bullet meant for him. Luckily the woman was going to be okay, though she was still recovering. Berr had paid for the best care, letting her heal at home instead of a sterile hospital. Berr was insistent that after his meeting tonight he be taken immediately to the woman’s home. Iris was pretty sure he felt guilty that someone close to him had been injured, but she could also tell Berr cared for his assistant way more than a boss should.
Not her business though. Tonight Iris was his shadow. Everyone but the security surrounding them would assume that she was his date for the evening. In reality she was the lead for his protective detail. If it was up to her he’d wouldn’t be at this party after such a blatant—if sloppy—attempt on his life, but apparently he couldn’t miss talking with someone important. She didn’t know the details of the meeting, just who he had the appointment with.
“No one’s going to believe you’re my date,” Berr murmured as a man wearing a tuxedo opened a large, heavy wood door into the main room of the palatial home and motioned for them to enter.
“You’re rich, of course they’ll believe it,” she said as she kept an eye on their immediate surroundings. Wealthy people coul
d afford whatever they wanted. Sometimes whoever they wanted. Just because she was younger than him wouldn’t make most people at this party look twice. She actually wasn’t that much younger than him, maybe fifteen years, but she looked young for her age. Great genes was the only thing her mother had given her.
To their left Kell Malone and Vincent Hansen, two men she’d worked with on multiple occasions, were alert and prepared for any threats. Wearing dark suits, they blended in with the rest of this crowd. Well, sort of. She could see them for what they were. Dangerous men with a certain set of skills that would terrify most of the guests here. To their right were more men and women she trusted with her life and more importantly, the principal’s life. Protecting Berr was top priority tonight. They might be blending in, but every one of the team was on guard. As they stepped farther into the room, the team spread out into a circle surrounding her and Berr, but Iris doubted anyone else would notice the fluid movements of the team.
Berr chuckled next to her. “It’s refreshing being with someone so blunt.”
She blinked, then turned to look at him, realizing what she’d said. Sometimes she spoke without thinking. When she’d been in the Marines that hadn’t been much of a problem. Now that she was in the civilized world, she had to remember certain things. “Ah…I didn’t mean it like that. You’re handsome too…” She trailed off, realizing how lame she sounded.
But Berr just gave her a half-smile, clearly amused. “I meant that as a compliment, trust me. You remind me of…” His expression grew pained as he looked away, and Iris guessed he’d been about to say Loretta, his assistant’s name.
