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was indescribable, a necessity. She couldn’t get enough, couldn’t get

it out of her mind. Everything around her reminded her of it. She

pulled back from the kiss as his heady moan broke the silence.

Moving down over his jaw, she devoured his neck, licking and

sucking down to his shoulder, her nails digging into the flesh on his

arms as his hands moved, gripping her hips and grinding his rock-

hard cock tighter against her pussy.

Pivoting her hips instinctively, she rocked her clit along the stiff

shaft. His teeth clenched at the motion. She couldn’t resist his touch

another second. The need for him was clawing at her.

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“Such a responsive little kitten. God, Rainne, if I don’t get that

sweet pussy wrapped around my cock, I’m going to die.”

Lifting her slightly, he repositioned the tip of his member till it

nudged the entrance to her tight channel. Locking eyes with her, she

gasped as he slowly filled her.

She was nervous, biting her lower lip. “That’s it, baby,” he

whispered as one hand reached up and cupped her face. She wrapped

her arms around his neck and speared her tongue into his mouth. Her

hips pivoted, trying to force her muscles to part for him, frantically.

Her whimpers escaped rhythmically. She felt like an animal running

on instinct. She needed to be filled by him, surrounded by him.

* * * *

The pressure to his cock was almost unbearable. Breaking the

kiss, he ran his hands along her back soothingly. “Easy, kitten. We

have all night.” Now breathless, it was all he could do not to pump

into her blindingly.

“God, I want it!” she cried, sitting up straight, placing her hands

on his face. Her eyes pierced his soul. “I want it all!” Her face was the picture of need. She was so close her body hummed, helpless with

need to bury him inside her.

James’s hands moved, gripping her ass, forcibly pressing his way

through her tight muscles. He could feel them straining to take all of

him as a cry broke from Rainne. Her clit played against his pubic hair,

causing her orgasm to spill over him. As she got tighter, it stole his

breath and his control. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He pounded into

her relentlessly as she screamed.
“James!...Yes!”

Spreading her ass, he used the tip of his finger to circle the

entrance to her anus. “Did Phillip ever take you here, kitten?” His

voice was rough, lusty.

“No.” She whimpered desperately, bucking against him. “Never.”

He pressed the tip of his broad finger inside her virgin ass, and a

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groan vibrated from his chest. He felt her pussy loosen marginally,

opening for him. “I’m going to fuck that ass, Rainne.”

* * * *

Chanting his name devoutly, she rode him harder. Hearing the lust

and desperation in his voice for her pushed her over the edge. The

lewdness of his invading digit was too much for her system. Her body

shook uncontrollably as her second orgasm hit.

“Good girl,” he crooned as his finger suddenly got ferocious,

animalistic as he forced her untried muscles to open for him. The rush

of her heat that engulfed her as she soaked him with her release

seemed to make him insatiable for her.

Rainne had never felt anything like this. She felt stretched, full.

When her next orgasm hit, she was helpless, at James’s mercy to

carry her through. She came in never-ending waves. She couldn’t

make it stop, and she didn’t want it to. “God, baby, don’t stop. Fill me up!” she screamed.

“Birth control?” he croaked as he drove into her madly.

“Depo!” she cried. “Please, James, fill me up!”

He thrust himself inside her and stilled. Her scream barely

registered in her own mind as she felt his release inside her. His cock

was so big it bordered on pain as he stretched her.

She could feel his seed fill her. Quivering with her own release,

she hugged his shoulders tightly and held on for dear life. It felt like she would rip in half, as he stuffed her to overflowing.

He removed his finger from her nether hole and slowly lounged

back in the tub, holding her to his chest. Both of them were fighting

for air, unable to speak. They held each other for what seemed like

days.

God, what are you doing?
Her conscience berated her.
Jumping
into bed with a man you barely know? Your mother was right! He

works for Carol! He could be a spy! Why did you have to beg him?

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What are you going to do when he leaves?
Her mind fired questions at a dizzying pace as it always did. She learned long ago that stopping it

or even slowing it down was a lesson in futility.

* * * *

“If you don’t turn your brain off, I’m gonna paddle that ass of

yours till you do!” James felt her jump at his declaration and couldn’t

help but laugh. Tilting his head down, trying to stare into the depths

of her eyes, he could see the blaze of crimson invade her features.

“What are you thinking about so hard?”

Averting her eyes, “I was thinking about this,” she stated softly.

He didn’t think it was possible, but her blush actually deepened.

“What exactly about this?” he whispered softly.

“Just the total insanity of this situation. I don’t want you to

think...” She broke off her statement and took a steadying breath. “I

can’t seem to find my control when...Um.”

Pulling her up so he was face to face with her, he cupped her face

in one of his hands. While feathering a pattern of kisses onto her

cheek, he was consumed with love for her. “As far as your control or

lack thereof...You are so amazing, Rainne. The only thing I can think

is that I want more. More of this. More of you.” He smiled. “This

situation?” Sighing, he brushed the hair from her face to stare straight into her eyes. “It’s totally fucked up.” They both laughed. “I don’t

know where it’s headed, and I don’t want to know. I want to enjoy

this, you, as long as I can. I want the future to be a surprise. Isn’t it more fun that way?” Wagging his brows at her, he flashed a smile.

She possessed him in a kiss that made him groan deeply. She laid

her head on his chest as he hugged her tightly. “I do love surprises,”

she said with a smile. God, I never want this to end, James thought.

Sex has never been like this, so carnal, so out of control, so perfect.

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Stop looking at me with that sexy grin, she screamed mentally.

She stroked her fingers over his broad chest in an intricate pattern.

Shifting herself off him was the most difficult thing she’d ever

had to do in her life. Stepping out of the tub, she grabbed a towel,

then handed one to James. He towered over her, drying her softly. The

look on his face was so affectionate, Rainne felt almost overwhelmed

with emotion. No one had ever looked at her like that before. When

he had her dry, he wrapped her tenderly in the towel.

She took her time drying him, drinking in his features with her

eyes. He was so hard it boggled her mind. She’d never seen such a

wall of man, not an ounce of fat on him.
He actually has an eight-

pack!
Her mind wailed.
Is that possible?
It made her feel ugly. He was the epitome of what she would imagine a warrior to be. Her mind

kicked into overdrive with self-loathing thoughts. Her stomach

twisted into knots as it often did when she felt unworthy. She blinked

back tears as a wave of self-disgust washed over her.
You’re making

an ass out of yourself!
She knew in her heart that he’d only said those things to get back into her pants again. She desperately wanted to

believe he felt some kind of affection for her, but to allow herself that kind of hope was forbidden. Wrapping his towel around his waist, he

took her hand and slowly led her out of the bathroom.

Entering the bedroom, he drew the towel from her body, tossing it

on the floor. Dropping his own, he lay on the bed, pulling her to him,

until she was draped over his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he

nuzzled her neck, humming in approval.

* * * *

She was so soft. She fit perfectly against his body. Whenever he

was with another woman, he had a fear he would break her. He didn’t

think about that with her. She wasn’t fat, just curvy, a real woman.

Rainne was so beautiful in the elaborate lighting setup she had

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throughout the apartment. She had Christmas lights strung from floor

to ceiling, tracing the corners. It was ingenious, more than enough

light to see, but it was soft, warm, like her.

“Get some sleep, kitten. The cavalry arrives at dawn.” Burying his

face in her hair, he breathed in her scent. She smelled like rain. As he pondered that, he slipped slowly into sleep.

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Chapter 8

James was abruptly awakened by the sound of someone clearing

his throat. His eyes flew open, and he instantly held Rainne closer.

Through narrowed eyes, he spied his team standing in Rainne’s

bedroom. Possessiveness boiled up in him, and he tugged on the

comforter to make sure they didn’t see her naked body. That wasn’t

for anyone but him. Five men were standing by the door, their faces

holding amused smirks. James mouthed the words, “Get the fuck

out!” and motioned with his arm. As the team exited the room, he

shifted Rainne out of his arms and tucked the blankets around her.

Yanking on a pair of sweatpants, he knew this morning would be one

of the more interesting he’d had in a long time.

As he slipped into the kitchen and poured himself some coffee, he

couldn’t help but be aware of the snickers from his crew as they

watched him. Leaning against the counter and drinking from the mug,

he snapped, “Wipe those shit-eating grins off your faces. We’re here

to work!”

As the group of men burst into laughter, Alton spoke up

sarcastically. “Yeah, James, you should follow your own orders.”

Throwing Alton a murderous glare, he stormed to the front door

and opened it. “Get your asses down to the bus. We’ll be down to

meet you.” Watching them file out of the apartment, James couldn’t

help but get angry at the speculating looks his crew gave him upon

their exit. He knew he had fucked up by sleeping with a client. It was

the cardinal rule to not get involved. Not to mention, his crew had

never witnessed him in that type of situation. He strictly kept work

and play separate, until now. Strolling back to the bedroom, he found

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Rainne was already dressed and gathering her music equipment.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t mean for you to be embarrassed like that.

They didn’t see anything,” James stammered. He knew she was shy,

and he felt bad that his team was so rowdy at times.

* * * *

Not looking up from her guitar case, she said, “I wasn’t

embarrassed.” She wondered if the powers that be would strike her

down for the lie. “At least I know they are good at what they do. You

know, sneaking in here and everything.” Laughing nervously, she

moved past him to set her gear by the door. Pulling her phone out, she

called Markus. “Hey, practice has been moved up. Meet us there in

like half an hour. Okay?”

“Um, yeah, no prob. I’ll get hold of the guys and we’ll be there.

Will your soldier be there?” he asked with a teasing tone to his voice.

Rolling her eyes, she said with an impatient tone, “Yes! The rest

of his team arrived this morning. They will all be in attendance. Oh,

hey! I almost forgot. I think I have that song down. We’ll go through

it today.”

“Cool! It’s about time. I trust you, but this down-to-the-wire shit

makes me nervous,” he said with a laugh. “See you then.”

Rainne hung up the phone and grabbed her purse. Her brain

wouldn’t stop replaying the snickers she heard from the security team.

God, you’re a fool,
she thought to herself in disgust.

“You ready?” James asked as he rounded the corner from the

bedroom.

Rainne nodded timidly. She didn’t want to go downstairs and

meet his security team. That would mean she actually had to look

them in the eyes.

Attaching the Bluetooth headset to his ear, he stated, “On our

way.” Grabbing the Fender amplifier from the floor, he headed

toward the elevator.

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Toting her guitar case, she followed, careful not to make eye

contact with him. She didn’t want him to think she was falling for

him. She knew she couldn’t keep him, no matter how desperately she

wanted to.

Entering the parking garage, she saw the security team lounging

outside the bus, waiting. As they approached, Rainne felt her face

flame as she watched them study her.

Drawing nearer to them, they straightened up, standing in a line.

“Rainne, this is Alton, Able, Sam, Riley, and Ash.” He pointed each

one out to her.

Trying not to look nervous, she smiled. “I…It’s nice to meet all of