Mace Walker can’t wait to get home.
Being buried deep undercover for the past two years, on the most complex case of his career, has torn him down physically and mentally. Now the FBI agent has come home to recover after having his leg badly injured from a gunshot wound. Arriving home late one night, his relief is short-lived as he’s faced with a stranger pointing a gun to his head, acting like he is the one who doesn’t belong there!
Colby Parks, a biochemist at the local university, had come to town a year earlier to escape an abusive relationship. She vows never to put herself in that situation again.
Then the perfect opportunity comes along: house-sitting for Mace’s sister while making the house she purchased habitable. But she couldn’t anticipate this big snag: the one wearing the tight Levi’s and worn leather jacket, looking like he had just escaped prison.
Being forced to share a house creates sparks between them in more ways than one. However, things take a turn when their pasts catch up to them, threatening to pull them apart forever.
Mace’s tongue barely brushed the edge of her ear, but just enough to make her wet. His thigh was nestled between hers now. When had he moved? His cock was hard andpressing against her stomach. She shifted her hips and her pussy brushed against his good thigh. She bit her lip and muffled the cry she wanted, so wanted, to scream.
“You look really sexy in that lab coat. Have anything on underneath?”
“Yes,” she hissed and twisted her head away.
He snagged her braid and turned her head back to him. His breath mingled with hersas he murmured, “Not for long,” against her mouth.
Colby melted against the desk. He took the opportunity to grind his thigh tight against her mound, just making enough movement to rub her clit. “Ah… What are yougoing to do?”
Mace ran his tongue over her lips, dipping it for a quick touch of tongues before retreating. “Do you want me to tell you about it first or just do it?”
She had to get control. She was a professional, for God’s sake. “Mace. This is a lab!”
“I know. I’ll bet it’s one of your fantasies, isn’t it?” He ran his hand under her lab coat and along her blouse until his thumb found one of her hard nipples. He circled, circled, circled, then pinched.
Colby’s toes curled in her shoes. She was going to come and she was still fully clothed. Not possible… “N-no. The door—”
“We’re alone.” He worked his other knee between her legs, making her spread them.
My God, she had to be dripping. Her skirt shimmied its way up to the top of her thighs the farther he spread her legs apart. He pinned her to the counter with his hips, thrusting against her once. Twice. His hands moved behind her thighs and he lifted her up so the edge of her ass was on the counter. He adjusted his hips once more so she could feel the length of his shaft against the soaked line of her panties.
“Mace … oh, oh shit … if we get caught—” Her heart thudded against her chest and her breathing was coming in quick pants. “This is not like the shooting range. I know these people; this is my place of employment.”
She tried to slow her breathing, clear her head, but the hard line of his cock was pressed in just the right spot.
“That’s the excitement. Colby, I want you. I want you so bad it hurts.”
Her thighs quivered and she felt a fresh rush of warmth between her pussy lips. “Your leg…”
“Forget my leg. That’s not what hurts.”
“Oh, God.” She groaned, “Mace…”
“I know, honey.”
He unbuttoned her lab coat and then her blouse. He nuzzled her neck, right at the delicate spot behind her ear, before unclipping the front clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts. Her nipples were so puckered and so hard they hurt. He lowered his head to stroke one with his tongue. A moment later he gave the other nipple just as much attention. The warm wetness combined with the rough texture of his tongue once again almost drove her over the edge. She dug her fingers into his hair and kept him there while he sucked one then the other into his mouth. Softly nipping, kisses quickly followed where his teeth had just been. She released a low, drawn-out moan.
This was torture. But torture never felt this good.
He impatiently pushed Colby farther back on the worktable, knocking her paperwork to the floor unnoticed. She wanted to protest, but when he slid a finger along the soaked edge of her panties, no words would come out of her mouth. And when he drove one and then a second finger deep into her, she gasped. To hell with her paperwork.
“I’m,” his fingers slid out and slid along her pussy lips, “just,” they drove deep again, “going to,” he curved his fingers deep within her, “take you,” he stroked that spot, “right here,” that sweet, sweet spot, “right now.”
Colby gasped and was going to come. Just when she felt the beginning of the
contractions, his fingers disappeared. Damn! He ripped her panties down past her knees.She tried to kick them off but they got caught on one ankle. She was in no position to fixthe problem and frankly she didn’t give a damn at that instant. She heard the zipper of his jeans then, Oh … the naked head of his cock slipped over her swollen clit, making her shudder. One tiny shift of her hips and he would be in her. He’d read her thoughts, he had to have her, because he suddenly shifted, instead sliding his whole hard length against her heated flesh. His cock was shiny and slippery with her juices.
“Do you want it?” He plucked once more at her nipples.
“How much?” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
Why was he delaying? “A—a lot.”
“You are so fucking wet. Lift your hips.” He leaned back slightly when she did.
Colby tried to grab his hips with her legs to drag him closer. But he was fumbling with his jeans which were pulled down his hips. The denim was framing his rigid cock, the dark curly hair and his balls so nicely. But she didn’t want to see how hard he was; she wanted to feel how hard he was. Inside her. “Now,” she moaned.
“Not yet.” He dug for his wallet.
“No.” He grimaced when the foil wrapper refused to tear open.
“Mace…” She snagged the condom, ripped it open between her teeth and impatiently rolled it over his hot, steely length, stroking while she did it. When she reached the root of his cock, she cupped his balls and squeezed slightly.
“Christ, Colby!” he panted. He fisted his cock once, twice. His whole body
shuddered in response. He grabbed her wrist, breaking the contact of her nails lightly raking his balls. “Fuck!”
He held her hips tightly, tilted them a little higher, and with a grunt he buried himself deep. The breath whooshed out of both of them. Colby forgot how to breathe. He kept himself buried to the hilt and made small thrusting moves against her so his balls teased against her anus, while his pelvis ground against her clit. The tiny thrusts drove her nuts. She had to come. She couldn’t take it anymore.
With a grunt, he said, “Hold on.”
“I can’t … aaaah.”
“Hold it…” He dropped his forehead to her chest and gasped for air.
Her heart was going to thump right out of her chest if she didn’t come soon. “Mace!”
He cursed, threw his head back while arching his back, and slammed his whole length into her again and again and again. Colby clawed at the counter, grabbing at nothing, and she let out a low wail.
“Now!” He came with force and her contractions drew him even deeper. He
struggled to catch his breath. His chest heaved against hers as he lay collapsed over her, the majority of his weight held up by his forearms on the counter.
He kissed her nose, her eyelids, her lips, before licking the hollow of her collarbone. She was sure it was damp and tasted salty.
“My God,” she whispered when she caught her breath. “That was a hell of a lunch break.”
Mace chuckled softly against her shoulder, still deep inside her. “Your food’s getting cold.”
Colby brushed the damp hair off his forehead. “I’m not hungry anymore.”
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