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Authors: Anne Rainey

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“My pleasure, kitten,” he whispered as he carried her off.
24
W
hen Jonas reached his bedroom, he put Deanna back on her feet and pointed to another box sitting on his bedside table. Deanna frowned. “Bedroom Games,” she said, repeating the words on the lid.
“Open it,” he quietly ordered.
Deanna lifted the top and peeked inside. Jonas laughed. “They won’t bite, Deanna. Take one out and read it aloud.”
She plucked a card from the box and opened it. “ ‘Be your lover’s sex slave. Perform any act of foreplay they command.’ ” She laughed and waved the card in the air. “Did you go through the box and arrange these to your satisfaction?”
Jonas grinned. “No, but that’s not a bad idea.” He let his eyes roam over her body. “Undress for me, kitten,” he whispered.
Deanna’s smile disappeared, replaced by white-hot desire. She placed the card on the table and began to do as he bid. Her fingers went to the hem of her sweater, and she tugged it upward. While he watched her bare herself, Jonas started to strip out of his clothes. By the time she had her sweater lying neatly on the end of the bed, Jonas was down to his boxer-briefs. His gaze caught and held on her white lace bra. He leaned forward and cupped one beautiful tit and licked her nipple, wetting fabric and all. Deanna moaned and unhooked the back clasp. When he stood back up, she let it fall to the floor. Next went the jeans. She had to wiggle her hips to get them down, and Jonas cursed at the unintentional erotic display. Her panties caught on the denim and slid down with them. The dark curls covering her pussy looked sweet as hell. She bent and pulled off her shoes, then the clothes. When she stood back up, she was completely nude.
“You do me in, kitten. You’re so goddamn pretty.”
She clasped her hands together in front of her and said, “Thank you.”
Jonas got rid of his underwear, then picked up the naughty card and held it up. “Are you prepared to be my sex slave, Deanna?”
She tipped her head to the side, and her lips kicked up in a sideways grin. “Depends on what you expect from me.”
He slid the tip of the card over her mouth. “Your hot, little mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Deanna smiled. Somehow appearing both shy and wicked at the same time. Jonas’s dick hardened. She bent at the knees and placed both hands on his thighs, then opened her mouth and looked up at him.
“Jesus, you look good like that,” he growled as he wrapped a fist around his cock and guided it onto Deanna’s waiting tongue. “Lick it, kitty,” he ordered.
Her tongue darted out and swiped over the head, back and forth, tasting him as if he were a juicy Popsicle. “I want more,” she pleaded.
“You want my dick filling your mouth?”
“Yes, please,” she whimpered.
Jonas couldn’t speak. In fact, he was pretty sure his brain had taken a holiday. He wrapped his fist in her hair and tugged her head forward, watching as several inches of his cock disappeared inside Deanna’s mouth. She hummed and sucked the bulbous head, swirling her tongue around it a couple of times before teasing the slit. Jonas pushed her head onto him a little more, needing to watch her take it deep. She opened wider, as if hungry for his taste, and Jonas instinctively flexed his hips. She gagged and he quickly pulled out, then watched as a mix of precum and saliva clung to her lips and the tip of his cock, tying them together. She leaned forward and licked it off him, causing Jonas to grit his teeth against the need to fuck her mouth.
He cupped her chin in his palm and forced her head up until their gazes locked. “Another minute of that and you’ll be swallowing a mouthful of cum.”
She licked her lips and smiled. “You do taste delicious, but I’d rather you came elsewhere this time.”
Jonas swiped his thumb over her bottom lip and murmured, “Does your pussy need to be fucked, Deanna?”
She stood and wrapped her arms around his waist, then placed little kisses over his chest. “No more teasing, Jonas,” she begged. “I don’t think I can take it.”
He lifted her and placed her on the bed. “No, no more teasing.”
With her hair all around her shoulders and curling around one nipple, eyes half closed with passion, Deanna looked like an offering to a god.
Jonas moved on top of her, then reached down with one hand to cup the silky softness of her mound. She was hot and wet with her juices, and Jonas wanted to drive into her, hard.
He dipped his head and nuzzled the pillowy softness of her round tits, squeezing one soft orb with his hand as he licked the other. Jonas inhaled her sweet, floral scent, deliberately driving all his senses mad.
“You’re like a drug, sweetness. I swear to God, I can never get enough of you.”
“That feeling is mutual, Jonas,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him close.
Jonas caressed her clit and Deanna moaned. He lifted his head so he could watch as her pleasure mounted. She arched her neck and closed her eyes while his fingers continued their torture. He delved his middle finger into her wet opening, letting his thumb slide over her swollen nub, and heard her cry out his name. Every moan and shudder drove Jonas higher and higher. Deanna’s pussy tightened around his finger, and Jonas’s dick leaked precum, as if anticipating the tight grip.
“Damn,” he growled. “I need my cock feeling that squeeze, Deanna.”
“Yes, Jonas, yes,” she cried out.
All thought fled as Deanna began bucking wildly beneath him. She was close; Jonas could feel her body climbing higher and higher. He instantly pulled his finger free of her pussy and slid down her body, putting his mouth to her instead.
“Come in my mouth, girl,” Jonas commanded as Deanna opened her eyes and stared down at him.
He licked and teased her pussy lips, then plunged his tongue in and out several times. He nibbled her clit and felt her body go stiff as a board. When she plunged her fingers into his hair and shouted his name, surprising him with her climax, Jonas nearly came right along with her.
He kept his mouth against her until the last of her spasms subsided. When he lifted up, Jonas touched his index finger to her lips and growled, “Taste it.”
Deanna wrapped her hands around his, then slowly sucked his finger into her mouth and licked it clean. “Mmm, so damn sweet,” he murmured.
As Jonas positioned his cock against her pussy, he kissed her lips. He could taste his precum and her pussy juice both; the mixture drove him higher. He slid his tongue down her chin to her throat, then teased her erratic pulse. He felt it speed up and he nipped at it, leaving his mark behind.
Deanna pushed her hips upward, and his dick slipped inside her narrow passage. “God, you feel so good,” he groaned. “So damn hot and tight.”
She shuddered and he pushed a little farther inside her sweet heat. As her body stretched to accommodate his size, Deanna began to move her hips a little faster.
“Jonas, I feel like I’m on fire,” she moaned.
Her breathless voice spurred him on. He pushed a little farther inside, and her inner walls clenched around him. They both whimpered. “Wrap your legs around me, kitten.”
She did as he bid, and Jonas slammed into her. She shouted and threw her head back. Jonas couldn’t take his eyes off her. The pink flush of her cheeks and the sheen of perspiration on her neck and chest were so damn beautiful.
He started moving, sliding in and out, taking his time at first. Soon it wasn’t enough. He rose up and hooked his arms beneath her knees and spread her wider, then thrust in hard and fast.
He never took his gaze from hers as he said, “Once I’m done loving you, there’ll be no doubt, Deanna.”
Deanna’s eyes opened, her gaze locking with his as she asked, “D-doubt?”
“That you’re mine. That we belong together.”
 
Deanna felt his declaration clear to her soul. She watched the strain on his face and marveled at his control. But it wasn’t what she wanted. Deanna lifted her bottom off the bed, and the motion pushed Jonas’s cock inside her so far she felt impaled by him. The feel of him buried so deep was nearly overwhelming.
“Goddamn, I’m going to lose it if you don’t lie still,” Jonas growled.
“Good. Fuck me, Jonas.”
The muscles in his neck were straining, and his sinewy arms anchored her to him, effectively keeping her in place and forcing her to submit. As Jonas reached between their bodies and caressed her clit with one calloused fingertip, stroking her wet heat, Deanna began to come undone, again. Her gaze shot wide as her orgasm rushed over her.
“Now,” he gritted out as he drove into her, pumping in and out like a man gone mad. Then suddenly he was joining her, pouring every ounce of his seed inside of her pussy, filling her.
Jonas collapsed on top of her, and they lay sweating and exhausted with his cock still buried inside her sex. Time seemed to stop as Jonas turned his head and kissed her cheek. “I love you, Deanna Harrison.”
Deanna’s heart soared at the words she never thought she’d hear from him. “I love you, Jonas Phoenix.”
Several minutes passed before Jonas lifted off her and carried her to the bathroom, where he spent a great deal of time pampering every inch of her body.
Deanna had definitely died and gone to heaven.
25
T
he next morning, Deanna found herself perched on top of Jonas’s kitchen table with Jonas seated in the chair between her thighs. He was currently in the process of feeding her a chocolate-cream-filled doughnut. In between each bite, he kept her on the very edge of desire by licking and nibbling on her thighs.
“I’m having a terrible time concentrating on my treat with your mouth on me,” she chastised. Not that she really cared. With Jonas around, food would always take a backseat.
“Hmm, that’s a real shame because I’m not having a bit of trouble concentrating on my treat,” he whispered against her inner thigh.
“You’re insatiable,” she said, a little amazed by his stamina. Even before she’d been fully awake, Jonas had had his hands filled with her flesh. They’d made slow, sweet love and it’d brought tears to her eyes. Afterward, he’d instructed her to take a long, hot shower while he went out to get them some breakfast. When he’d returned, Deanna had been dressed in one of his old black T-shirts, and nothing else. Jonas had dropped the doughnuts on the counter, then carried her back to bed, where he’d brought her to heaven once more.
Now Jonas was dressed in nothing but a pair of gray boxers and treating her as if she were the most desirable woman on the planet. It was enough to make a woman swoon.
When he tried to feed her yet another bite of the pastry, Deanna held up her hand. “I’m going to bust. Please, no more.”
He leaned forward and licked her lower lip. “You had a little chocolate on you,” he explained.
“Oh,” she murmured. To take her mind off the potent, half-naked man seated in front of her, Deanna asked, “So, what are your plans for the day?”
He looked at the clock and cursed. “I need to go to a client’s house first, then later head over to Valdez’s.”
“Valdez?
He’s
the one under surveillance?”
“Yep. A case we’re working for a friend. Wade took last night’s shift. It’s my turn.”
Deanna frowned. “You don’t have to watch him day and night, though, do you?”
“I planted a long-range camera inside his house, one with audio,” he started to explain as he stood and took their used napkins to the trash, “and in order for it to record the feed, we have to be within range.”
“Oh, wow. That sounds ... boring.”
He chuckled. “It can be.” He came toward her and planted his fists on either side of her hips on the table. “So, call me when you get a chance and talk dirty to me; otherwise I might fall asleep and miss something important.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned. “I could do that. I just have a few errands to run; then I’m going home to work on Valerie’s design.”
He kissed his way over her face to her neck, where he lingered. “Valerie?” he asked, his breath whispering against her skin. “Is that your new client’s name?”
“Yeah,” she murmured, becoming pleasantly distracted.
He stilled. “Shit, that picture. I completely forgot.” He moved out of her arms and jogged from the room. When he came back in, he was holding an eight-by-ten sheet of paper. “Valdez,” Jonas said as he handed it over.
Deanna took it and looked at the small driver’s license photo, then nodded. “Same guy,” she confirmed as she handed it back to him. “By the way, I already turned down the job.”
He cupped her cheek and frowned. “I’m sorry. I know you were counting on that money, kitten.”
She shrugged. “I don’t want my business to stay afloat if it means taking on clients like him.” Deanna considered telling him about her errand to pick up the fabric samples at Valdez’s but nixed the idea. It would be a quick trip. She wouldn’t even need to go inside the man’s house. Just get the samples and leave.
Jonas’s cell phone began to ring, and Deanna waited as he answered it.
“Hello?” he said. There was a beat of silence; then his gaze widened. “Oh, hell, man, I’m sorry.” Deanna could see the concern on Jonas’s face, and she began to worry. “No, your son needs you right now, Ray. You need to be with him in case he wakes up.” He paused, obviously listening to whatever the caller was saying, then said, “Yeah, I’ll leave here in a few minutes and meet you there.”
When he ended the call, Deanna asked, “What happened?”
Jonas passed a hand over his face and let out a heavy breath. “That was the friend. His son Cade is hooked on Valdez’s drugs. An ambulance just rushed him to the emergency room. A possible overdose.”
“Oh, no! Is he okay?”
“Ray doesn’t know. He’s headed to the hospital now.” He looked at the clock on the microwave. “Look, I need to go up there. Ray’s a mess with all this. I’m sorry to rush off, kitten.”
She waved away his apology. “Don’t be sorry for helping a friend. Do you want me to come with you? The beauty of being your own boss is that you can take a day off if you have to and you won’t get fired.”
He shook his head. “I think Ray wants to talk to me alone, but thanks for offering.” He kissed her forehead. “Go, take care of your errands. I’ll call you when I know anything, okay?”
She nodded, but as he started to leave the room, Deanna called him back. He stopped and quirked a brow. “I love you,” she said, needing to say it once more before they went about their day.
He crossed the room in two strides and took her mouth in a hard, possessive kiss. “I love you too. Take care of yourself today, kitten.”
Deanna shivered, knowing darn good and well that if she lived to be a hundred, she’d probably still get that little thrill down her spine whenever Jonas kissed her.
“You too,” she murmured.
As Deanna watched Jonas walk out of the kitchen, she knew the truth—Jonas showing up at their family picnic had been the luckiest day of her life.
 
Noon on the dot, Deanna noticed as she saw the time on her phone when she turned it to vibrate and tossed it into her purse. She walked up to Terrance’s door and rang the bell. Too late, she forgot how much she hated his doorbell. It played an annoying little jingle that grated on her nerves a little more each time she heard it. She just wanted to get the fabric and leave. A gust of bitter cold wind blasted her face, and she pulled her coat closed a little tighter, willing Terrance to hurry. The door opened, nearly paralyzing Deanna with a bout of nerves as realization dawned. A drug dealer, Deanna thought, not a harmless businessman.
“Miss Harrison,” he said as he opened the storm door. “Please, come in.”
He stepped back to allow her entry into his foyer, and fear snaked down Deanna’s spine. No way was she going anywhere near that particular lion’s den. She smiled and hitched her purse up higher on her shoulder. “Oh, no, that’s okay. I’m sure you’re busy. I can just wait here while you grab the swatches; then I’ll be out of your hair.”
His smile instantly disappeared. Too late, Deanna realized her blunder—the man was nearly bald. Oops.
“Of course,” he bit out. “I’ll go get them for you.”
He shut the storm door in her face, and Deanna wanted to kick herself. “Great, you’ve managed to piss off a drug dealer,” she mumbled to herself after he disappeared into another room.
Just then, a truck pulled into the drive. Curious, Deanna turned her head in time to see a man jump out of the driver’s side. He left the door hanging open as he came toward her, his strides eating up the distance. Two things struck Deanna at once. The first was the crazed look in his hazel eyes. He didn’t just look upset; the man was in a full-on rage. The second was the gun he held tight in his right hand.
Too late, Deanna registered Terrance out of the corner of her eye. Unaware of the drama unfolding, he opened the storm door and handed her the fabric. At the same time, the stranger wielding the gun lifted his arm and fired. Deanna screamed and watched in helpless disbelief as Valdez fell to the ground, his body landing half in and half out of the house, blocking the doorway. He clutched at his chest and groaned.
As blood started to form a macabre circle on his chest, Deanna tried to kneel down, her only thought on helping a dying man. The gunman grabbed her by her forearm and shoved her into the house. Next, as if Valdez weighed no more than a bag of flour, the man picked Valdez up by the shirtfront and tossed him into the foyer behind her. When he kicked the door shut, Deanna knew things had just gone from bad to worse.

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