Page 67 of Covert Obsession

“While I admire your ferocity, I won’t let you throw your career with Shadow Force away because of me.”

She stepped closer, tilting her chin up. “This isn’t your call, soldier. I’m ordering you to stand down.”

He caught onto her teasing and smiled. “Things are weird, right now, even for me. I don’t know how everything’s going to shake out, and I’m not willing to end our relationship because of my defects. It scares me how much I want you, how obsessed I am with you, but your happiness is all I care about. You love being part of SFI. We both do. If we have to cool things for a while until Beatrice has faith in us again, I’m willing to do that. But I can’t promise I won’t screw things up down the road, and that’s why I can’t ask you to throw away your career on me.”

“Stop falling on your sword. None of this is your fault. None of it.” She rose onto tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, brushing a kiss over his lips. “I’m all in. You want to stay? I’ll do whatever I need to do to stay as well. You want to run away tonight? I’ll pack a bag.”

He put his hands on her waist, staring down at her. “You would do that for me?”

“I think about you every waking moment, and if I didn’t know better, I’m pretty sure it goes beyond the fact you’re so damn good at giving me orgasms.”

It was something he would’ve said, and she saw it in his eyes as he chuckled. “That’s quite a mouth you’ve got there, Ms. Jeffries.”

She grinned. “I’m not kidding, teasing, or joking in any manner. This is me, raw and honest. I love you, Moe.”

He kissed her then, sweet and lingering. His tongue teased hers, and she opened her mouth for his exploration. He drew her body against his, and everything settled inside her. She’d laid herself bare to him, and all of it was true. She’d realized in these last two days that he was her world. She loved the SFI family and her work, but if he wasn’t part of it, it would never be the same. He was the reason she looked forward to getting up every day and leading operations. He was the reason she thought about the future, about having her own family.

He broke the kiss. “I love you, too.”

“Good. So which is it? Are we staying or are we running away?”

“I was ordered to stand down. You’re the leader. That means you decide.”

“I like a guy who can take orders.”

He nuzzled her neck. “I’m at your service. Are there any others you’d like to issue?”

“How about you ditch your clothes and make good on the promises you made in the horse barn?”

“That’s right.” He maneuvered her toward the bed. “I did, didn’t I? We both know I never go back on my promises.”

She couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of her as he tumbled her onto the mattress and began fulfilling every one of them.

Unlike most of their lovemaking, this was slow and gentle. He stripped himself down, as she had ordered, then began a slow removal of her clothes.

His eyes took in every inch of her as if he were seeing her for the first time. Maybe he was. His world had shifted from one perspective to a totally new one, and that could affect everything.

She was so relieved he was there, so relieved he was admitting to his feelings for her, she was nearly giddy as he trailed his fingers down her neck, over her collarbone, to her breasts. She tried to urge him on, make him get to the good stuff, but he batted her hands away, whispering in her ear before he licked down her neck, following the trail of his hands.

He used his tongue on each nipple and then sucked one and then the other breast into his mouth. His fingers traveled down her flat stomach, over her hip bones.

She dug her fingers into his hair, arching into his hard, lean body, and then biting her lower lip to stop from crying out when his fingers reached the bundle of nerves between her legs. They began a rhythm she desperately sought.

He took turns with her breasts, teasing the nipples with his teeth, and then sucking hard on each. At the same time, he replaced his fingers with his thumb and slipped two inside her. The rhythm rose, becoming faster as she bucked against him. She wanted this—but so much more.

She whispered what she wanted him to do to her and smiled as he released her breast and licked his way down to her belly button. His fingers were still rhythmic inside her, his thumb bringing her near to orgasm before he replaced his hand with his mouth and her world shattered.

The simple feel of his tongue against her was too much. Her vision whited out behind her eyelids as she arched hard against him. It was everything and nothing, the climax hitting so hard and fast, she felt her world spin out of control.

God, she’d missed him. It had been hours and it had felt like days. Months. He kissed her into submission, her body warm and languid after the orgasm. Too limp and satisfied to protest when he rolled her onto his chest and told her to sleep, she did.

Sometime later, she woke to the reassuring sound of his heartbeat. Everything in her buzzed with joy. His soft snoring was interrupted when she climbed on top of him and began to kiss her way down his body in the same manner he’d done to her. His cock went instantly hard, beckoning to her, but she took her time, reveling in the feel of him. She toyed with his nipples, which were always as sensitive as hers until he begged her to stop. She palmed his shaft, tickled his balls, and had him pleading for other things.

By the time she took him with her mouth, he was putty in her hands. That anything could be so hard, yet so silky, always delighted her. She loved the feel of him and used her tongue to create pressure, enjoying the way his fingers sank into her hair, gripping it as he moved under her. She used her tongue, teeth, and lips, her own body singing with passion and desire, and she reveled in the fact they were truly together now. No matter what happened, they had each other. She hadn’t realized before just how important that was.

And then he was lifting her, her legs splaying out on either side of him as he shifted her to sit on top. She was wet and ready, sinking all the way down his enormous erection and groaning with pleasure. For a heartbeat, their eyes locked and then with his hands on her hips, he started a rhythm that had her panting. She took up the pace, pressing her palms to his hard chest, her hair swinging as she rode him faster and faster.

Her climax built and he watched her as it did. “Come for me, luv,” he murmured. “Let me rock your world.”

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