Page 6 of Dirty Gambit

He chuckled. “You’re not supposed to catch your breath.” His hand closed on her arm. She was dragged to him and made to straddle his lap. “You’re supposed to be breathless.” He kissed her mouth. “And hot.” He kissed her chin. “And wet.” The last part was said with a deep, seductive growl against her throat that went straight to her very core, the place resting perfectly over the heat beneath the soft material of his trousers, supplying the perfect friction.

His fingers slid her blouse over her shoulders. His lips moved to replace the fabric with open mouth kisses. Lena moaned, her body betraying her to the things he promised with his touch. She made no effort to stop him when her bra straps followed the progress of her top down her arms to her elbows. His lips worked a hot trail down her chest.

Lena bit her lip, but there was no stopping the whimper that escaped. Her back arched into his mouth as her fingers tangled in his hair. She made no protest when his hands dropped to the fasten on her slacks.

“Jaxon.” His name was a weak sound of both uncertainty and pleasure.

He raised his head, a sweet smile on his lips. “I—”

The door flew open and Robert Westwick stumbled inside, followed by Pablo holding a gun to his back.

“What the fuck!”

Lena threw herself off Jaxon’s lap and pulled together her clothes with one hand while snatching the gun out of its hiding spot with the other. She aimed it at the side of Jaxon’s head.

“Don’t move.”

Chapter Two

JAXON

There was a moment of confusion where Jaxon wasn’t sure whether he should laugh or go out of his mind with rage. Both were so close to the surface that for a moment, he could do nothing but stare past the .38 caliber barrel to the disheveled beauty wielding it.

Her dark eyes were narrowed, thin slits surrounded by fans of impossibly long lashes. Her lips, still swollen and wet from his, were pursed together and her clothes hung half off her from where he’d undone them. But the passionate woman in his arms was no more. The fierce creature before him now meant business.

“What are you doing?” he hissed, barely suppressing the warning in his voice.

The server by the door gave his father a sharp jab in the spine with the barrel of his gun, propelling him deeper into the room. He shut the door behind them.

“You have something that belongs to me,” Lena said with zero no hint that they’d been about to fuck like wild animals in his father’s study. “Once I get it back, you’re both free to go.”

“Whatever it is, take it. It’s yours. Just don’t hurt my family,” his father said, both hands raised palms up.

“Why don’t you go ahead and take a seat, Mr. Westwick,” Lena said, gesturing with the gun towards the twin chair Jaxon sat in. “My associate here is going to cuff you.”

Stowing his gun away into the front of his slacks, the server hurried forward. He dug into his pockets and removed a set of metal cuffs. They clattered noisily as he fastened his father’s hands behind his back, then moved to do the same with Jaxon.

“What the hell do you want?” he growled, gaze fixed on Lena.

She met his gaze but said nothing to him. The steel bracelets snapped into place around his naked wrists, hitting bone. The pain failed to register as Jaxon kept all his focus on the warrior goddess holding his family’s life in the palm of her hands.

“Get the wife,” she told the server when he was finished.

His father stiffened. “My wife? Why do you—?”

“Quiet!” she hissed then added softly, “Please.”

Jaxon curled his fingers into fists. He’d been raised never to hit a woman, but it wasn’t beneath him if anything happened to his family. He’d do more than hit her. He’d go in for murder.

“Why don’t you just take whatever it is you want?” he demanded. “You certainly earned it with your performance.”

A ting of crimson flooded her cheeks, but that was the only outward reaction he got. Her gaze remained cool and focused, nothing at all like the woman he’d held in his arms only moments ago. That woman had been all heat and passion. She’d been fire in his arms.

“Get her.” She told the server without taking her eyes off Jaxon. “It was never anything personal,” she told Jaxon once the door had shut behind her companion.

Jaxon barked a laugh. “Not personal? I was two minutes away from ramming my—”

“Jaxon!” his father’s sharp warning censored his words but didn’t stop them.

---