MadetoOrder

Made to Order

L.A. Day

This book is the sequel to
Made for Me
.

Sex therapy! No way will Holt ever agree to that. Not with Rebecca. They want him to go undercover at a sex-therapy club—play dominant male to her submissive female.
Piece of cake for Holt.
After all, he’s
Cragon
. But with Rebecca, the woman he has fought so hard to resist? When
Mav
threatens to send another man, Holt has no choice. He’ll just have to get a grip and get it done.

Once at the club, things become very hot, very fast, as they work on their “sexual problem”. Rebecca discovers that
Cragon
males are enhanced with some amazing physical attributes. While Holt is fighting his desire and trying to maintain control, Rebecca is determined to discover and use all his
Cragon
“goodies”. Secrets have kept them apart too long. Rebecca is going after her man.

Chapter One

Year 2210

Federation Earth Council

Daygon
Office

“Do I understand you correctly? You want me to infiltrate a sex-therapy club with Rebecca
Halian
as my partner.” Agent Holton
Varz
narrowed his eyes at his commanding officer. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“You have an issue with the assignment?” Commander Maverick Spencer’s expression never changed as he returned Holt’s stare.

Actually, Holt had several problems with
Mav’s
reasoning. “Yes, I do. Rebecca has no experience.”

“Oh, I’m sure she does.”
Mav
leaned back in his chair and smirked in a way that set Holt’s nerves on edge. He knew
Mav
had chosen Rebecca for this assignment just to irritate him.

Holt blinked once but refused to allow his agitation to show.
“As a field agent!
She’ll be a liability to the assignment.”

“Rebecca is the most accomplished computer hacker in the galaxy.”

“I don’t doubt her skill but I’ve always managed on my own.” There was no way in
Jesper’s
Galaxy he’d agree to take Rebecca as his partner, especially to a sex-therapy club.

“You can’t enroll for sex therapy by yourself. This club specializes in couple’s therapy. If you don’t want to go with Rebecca, I’m confident Johnson won’t refuse to accompany her.”

“Have you lost your ability to reason?” Holt lunged to his feet, clenching his jaw as he fought to reel in his anger. Calling on years of practice, he controlled his rage before he went across the desk at his commanding officer.

The chair grated across the floor as
Mav
scooted back and stood. “It is your choice. Rebecca goes, either way. This mission is too important. The club is under suspicion of dealing in the sex-slave trade.”

Closing his eyes, Holt squeezed the bridge of his nose and sighed. “What does the assignment entail?”

Mav
riffled through the papers on his desk. “At this time, all we want is a hard copy of the data stream on their
compu
system. It’s a retrieve-and-depart assignment.”

“That will take me five minutes. I don’t need a partner. We can find another excuse to get me in the resort to retrieve the data.”

“Can’t risk getting caught.
If they are involved in the sex-slave business, we can’t risk tipping them off.”

Flopping back in his chair, Holt considered his options. It sounded easy enough but he couldn’t take the assignment with Rebecca. Neither could he allow her to go with Johnson. He gritted his teeth. The last one was definitely not an option.
“Fine!
I’ll take the assignment. Just make it clear to Rebecca that I’m in charge.” Rebecca’s forward, boisterous personality unsettled him. Against his will, he’d formed an attraction for the petite redhead. Ordinarily, he wasn’t attracted to domineering women. He preferred a submissive woman in his bed but something about Rebecca got under his skin as no one else ever had. Regardless of her nature, if they took the assignment together, she would play the submissive in any interaction they had.

“I’ll make sure she knows you are the senior agent.”

“Have the arrangements been made?”

“Yes. You are scheduled for arrival in two days. You’re going in as Mr. and Mrs. Holt
Markum
. We’ll keep your first names the same so there is less chance of a mistake.”

Two days!
The words echoed in his head. In two days, he would be attending sex therapy with Rebecca posing as his wife. “Exactly what is our reason for attending therapy?” It certainly wouldn’t be because he couldn’t get it up for Rebecca.

“You answer all those questions at check-in. I’ll allow you and Rebecca to choose which sexual dysfunction you wish to have treated.”

Holt snorted. “Wonderful!”

“Here’s the
digifile
on Sexual Healing.” With quick reflexes, Holt snagged the disc
Mav
tossed his way. “You’d better meet with Rebecca and go over it. You’ll need to make a convincing married couple.”

The hairs on the back of Holt’s neck stood on end. Any form of intimacy with Rebecca would be a huge problem but he wasn’t about to tell Maverick that. “I’ll meet with her later.” He intended to review the file first. He needed to know what he was getting into before he approached Rebecca.

Holt stood and exited
Mav’s
office. Rebecca sat in front of a
vid
-screen, typing away. She didn’t look up at him. Tendrils of her curly, red hair had escaped the clip she used to hold it in place, giving her a sexy, tousled look. He knew without looking that her computer glasses would have slipped halfway down her nose. It was disturbing that she was so appealing without even trying. He wondered what she knew about the assignment. Did she want to take this assignment with him? His thoughts turned to a conversation he’d witnessed a few weeks ago between Rebecca and Maverick’s woman. He had replayed the scene in his head countless times, usually at night while he was struggling to find a peaceful night’s rest. Rebecca was attracted to him. Actually, if her words were factual, she wanted to suck and fuck him. A shiver of awareness rode down his spine. The feeling was mutual but he couldn’t let her know. She couldn’t fit into his life.

Clenching his jaw, he fought his reaction. The office was not the place to confront her. Forcing
himself
to move, he started toward his cubicle just as Johnson approached Rebecca’s desk. Johnson perpetually hovered around Rebecca and Holt was getting tired of it. That was another situation he would deal with.

He placed his hand on the
digiscan
, which opened the door to his cubicle. It was a compact space containing little more than a desk but it was all he needed. He stayed out of the office as much as possible. Crossing to his desk, he took a seat and picked up his
digireader
. Inserting the file into the palm-sized device, he leaned back in his chair as he absorbed the information.

A disclaimer and introduction rolled across the screen before the main pitch began. Holt blinked rapidly as a man explained techniques as what amounted to a pornographic
digivid
played in the background. What in
Jesper’s
Galaxy was Maverick thinking? He couldn’t go undercover at Sexual Healing with Rebecca! Just thinking about it made his skin feel too tight for his frame. Standing, Holt paced inside the small room.

Sexual Healing was an interactive “sexual healing” facility. They would want to guide them through every step of their sexual problem. There was no way he could endure that. He would have to convince Rebecca that she didn’t want to go with him or Johnson. That was the only way to keep her safe from Johnson and himself. Maverick wouldn’t force Rebecca into this type of assignment if she didn’t want to participate.

* * * * *

The door to Rebecca’s high-rise box slid open with a low hiss. “I knew you’d eventually come begging at my door.” She gave Holt an exaggerated wink.
To fit into the male dominant workforce of the Federation, Rebecca had created and donned a fake persona—a confident, forceful personality.
Everyone bought the ruse, possibly too well. Rebecca joked and cursed with the best of them. At times, she was an outrageous flirt but she used the ban against inner-office relations as an excuse to keep most men at bay. Unfortunately, her make-believe persona didn’t seem to appeal to Holt and he was the only one she cared to impress. From time to time, she had considered letting him see the real Rebecca but the thought alone left her vulnerable. If he wasn’t such a man whore, she might have considered it seriously.

“May I come in?”

Moving back, she waved her arm.
“Of course.
I don’t expect you to seduce me in the hall.” A blond eyebrow twitched but that was all she got. She’d been digging at him for the last year but she had yet to get a reaction. Holt was closed off emotionally. She’d seen him laugh and joke with
Mav
and the guys but he always exuded an air of control. The aloof attitude irked her and made her long to witness his total loss of control.

Holt hesitated just inside the door. “Are we alone?”

“Except for my pleasure droid.”

Holt’s nostrils flared and his brows squeezed together. “You actually bought one of those things?” The disgust was apparent in his voice.

She had to hide her wicked grin. She’d actually found a way to annoy him. “Some reason I shouldn’t? A woman has needs you know.” She didn’t know why she felt the need to explain herself. According to Johnson, Holt’s sexual exploits were legendary.

He spun away from her and her eyes ran down his body. His shirt stretched across his wide shoulders. The clingy material emphasized his muscles all the way to his narrow waist. Rebecca whistled silently. He had the best ass. The
firm, denim-covered globes made her want
to reach out and squeeze.

“Looking at something?” He pivoted back to face her.

“Admiring the view.
I’m not sure which is the better package, the front or the back.” Rebecca licked her lips and enjoyed watching him shuffle uncomfortably under her stare.

“If
Mav
has his way, you’ll be seeing both sides up close and personal.”

“What?” She blinked and lifted her gaze to meet his shimmering blue eyes. He had long lashes and the kind of eyes you could get lost in. On more than one occasion, she’d been mesmerized by his stare.

“Our assignment!”

“Oh yeah.
The sex club.”
She grinned.
“Sexual Healing!
Can that ego of yours admit to needing sexual help?”

“It’s just an assignment.” He shrugged and muscles rippled. “Did
Mav
give you one of these?” Holt held up a small disc.

She shook her head. “What is it?”

“Info on Sexual Healing.”
His voice lowered an octave to a sexy-as-sin tone that made her want to squirm.

He pivoted, crossed the room and inserted the disc into her large
vid
screen. He zoomed through the introduction to the heart of the file. As the instructor’s voice explained the procedures practiced at the club, a blurred
digivid
of a naked couple played in the background. Rebecca whistled through her teeth.

“We’ll be expected to work on our problem in front of an instructor.” He raised a brow. “Still want to go?”

“Sure.
Why not?”
She shrugged in an attempt to appear at ease while her stomach jumped in a combination of excitement and terror.

“This assignment is not fun and games.”

She licked her lips and waggled her eyebrows. “Looks like fun to me.”

“Except it won’t be your droid there with you.
It will be a flesh-and-blood man—me.” He thumped his fist against his chest as he moved closer to tower over her. “It’s a hands-on operation. There’ll be an audience to everything we do.” Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her against his solid frame. “I’m not a passive lover.”

Rebecca’s nostrils flared as she breathed in his hot, manly scent. “I’m a liberated woman. I can handle a little rough foreplay. We’ll just have to be quick about finding the evidence. If they are involved in a sex-slave ring we need to shut them down.”

Holt laughed roughly. “I agree, but I won’t walk into the situation unprepared.”

“Unprepared?” She raised a hand to run her fingers through his silky blond hair. He wore his shoulder-length locks loose tonight rather than in the usual tightly drawn-back tail. “From what Johnson says, I wouldn’t think you’d feel unprepared in this type of situation.”

Holt’s eyes widened. “Johnson knows nothing of my private life. However, I’m more concerned with your ability to handle the…situation.”

She shrugged.

“Regardless, we’re supposed to be married. There can’t be any shocks or awkward moments when we’re asked to disrobe and perform.”

Rebecca arched a brow as she considered his words. The assignment had him unsettled and she wondered why? He was supposed to be the ultimate womanizer but something about this assignment rattled him.
Mav
said Holt had refused to go until he mentioned sending Johnson with her. It had given her hope but maybe she was reading too much into it.

Holt’s eyes gleamed. “If we’re going in, we’re getting to know each other first. That means I’m stripping you down and getting to know every inch of your body.” He shifted against her and she thrilled to the feel of his hard cock.

Her heart thundered in her chest so hard she was sure he could feel it. Triumph flared in his eyes and she knew he thought he’d scared her off. Well, he was in for a rude awakening. “I guess that means I’ll get to know every inch of you up close and personal too.” She wasn’t into casual sex, but if it was the only way to have him, she’d deal.

“Rebecca, you don’t want to do this.” If she didn’t know better, she’d think it was fear clouding his gaze.

“Why?” She realized her voice sounded low and breathy.

The heat in his eyes faded as he mentally withdrew from her. Pushing her away from him, his emotions were once again shut off. “I’m
Cragon
.”

“
Cragon
?”
The name sounded familiar but she couldn’t place it.

“I was born in the So-Jon Galaxy but my parents transferred here while I was still a youth.”

“That’s a problem because?”

“My race has certain attributes.” He raised a brow.
“Certain needs.”

She blinked. This should be interesting.
“Such as.”

“For one,
Cragon
women are sexually submissive to their mates.”

Her spine tingled with awareness. “Are we talking about crawling-around-on-a-leash submissive?”

“No. It’s more of a chemical reaction. When a male
Cragon
becomes aroused, he emits a scent that his
lifemate
finds arousing…unable to resist.”

Taking a step closer to him, she closed her eyes and inhaled his aromatic scent. “
Mmm
, I noticed. It’s very nice.”