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“Yowza. You dress like a siren, Trisha mine.”

She heard his words mumbled against her skin as he knelt before her, working his way down her body with hands, mouth and tongue. He expertly unhooked the stockings from the garter but didn’t push them down her body. She was perplexed until she felt her panties being tugged away and the clips returned to their positions on her stockings. Apparently he wanted to fuck her with the stockings on.

A little thrill went through her when she realized he liked the way she looked in them. She did too, but nobody had ever really seen her in such feminine gear. Her usual style of dress was a lot more conservative, but the stockings had been a gift and she’d found she liked them after giving them a try. Bringing them on this trip had seemed frivolous when she was packing, but she was really glad she’d thought to pack them now.

Steve nudged her legs apart and with a shock, she realized what he wanted. How decadent she felt, standing in the middle of the lab with the most gorgeous man she’d ever met on his knees between her spread legs. His tongue touched her clit and she nearly swooned. She reached out and grabbed his head for balance, loving the texture of his short hair under her fingertips.

She could just imagine what this must look like. She was mostly naked except for her heels, garter belt and stockings. He still wore his T-shirt and pants, though they were open and his dick was sticking out like a ramrod in front. From behind though, it probably looked like he was fully dressed. Fully dressed and eating her pussy while she stood above him.

Holy moly. Just thinking about the picture they made drove her excitement level higher. And then he slid his finger into her while his tongue danced around her clit in a rapid rhythm designed to drive her insane. She cried out as she came against his mouth, her knees buckling a bit, but his free arm came around her, supporting her butt and holding her steady while he rode her through the little storm.

When she finally quieted and was able to stand on her own again, he pulled back, smiling up at her from his position on the floor. She’d never had a man look at her that way. For that matter, she’d never been given oral sex while standing up and certainly not in an empty lab in an equally empty office building. There was something appealingly naughty about all of this. The location. The setting. The man. Most definitely the man.

Steve Redstone was the sexiest man she’d ever met, and so far he’d proven to be a talented and generous lover. She couldn’t wait to find out what came next.

She bent down and kissed him, loving the taste of him mixed with the faint taste of herself. She kissed him deeply, only vaguely aware of the change in height as he stood, kissing her all the while. He broke the kiss only when he bent to lift her bodily onto the cool counter top.

But she didn’t mind the coolness of the clean counter under her ass. Nothing could cool down the fire that had rebuilt itself in her veins. The fire that wanted more. More of the man who had already given her a taste of what he could do.

“Slow or fast?” Steve asked as he made a place for himself between her spread thighs. She liked the way he took charge of her body, of her pleasure, but she also liked that he cared enough to ask what she wanted.

“Fast,” she breathed. “Definitely fast. I don’t want to wait this time. Please, don’t make me wait.”

He smiled that crooked smile at her and moved closer, aligning his hard cock with her wet opening. She was more than ready for him. She was desperate for him. Never before had she been so quick to go from warm to inferno for a man. Only Steve brought out the wilder side of her sexuality. There was something wild about him that met and matched the siren that rested deep in her soul.

“Your wish is my command,” he teased as he moved closer still and began to slide into her. She had to change her position a bit to accommodate his large size. He went slow at first, making sure she had enough time to adjust to him. “Okay?” he asked at one point when he was about halfway in. He stopped and waited for her answer.

She clutched at his shoulders and moaned. “More,” she demanded. She was beyond more than single-syllable responses. She craved him and she needed more. Why was he holding back? Couldn’t he see she was desperate?

He chuckled and pushed all the way in, resting only a moment before setting up a steady rhythm she soon picked up. She met him thrust for thrust and helped as much as she could from her rather precarious perch up on the counter top. But Steve was solid as a rock. He anchored her. He took care of her. He’d make sure she wouldn’t fall. She knew that much about him already and trusted him to look after her.

But she wanted more. She wanted to come. Desperately.

“Harder,” she urged, moving her legs around his narrow waist, her heels bumping against his tight butt. Hot damn, the man was built.

He obliged, speeding up as well as being a little less delicate in his movements. She knew he was being careful because of their position, but she wanted him to let go. Maybe the next time they could be in a bed and she could coax him into letting his wildman show a little more. She’d just bet he could do a lot with a bed.

She was panting as her excitement rose. His hands coaxed, stroking over her body, pausing to squeeze her nipples and then move lower. When he rubbed his fingers over her clit in time with his thrusts, all bets were off. She came hard, crying out as she convulsed around him. Only a moment later, she felt him tense and release inside her.

He hadn’t worn a condom—something she insisted on with other men—but with Steve, it seemed wrong somehow. She didn’t understand why the habit of a lifetime seemed unimportant, even abhorrent, in conjunction with this particular man. He was turning her world upside down and inside out, and she didn’t care. She wanted it. She wanted it all. With him.

And him alone.

He clutched her to him as they both rode the wave of sensation. She felt adrift on a sea of bliss, buffeted about by the currents of satisfaction and an almost unquenchable desire. She’d never felt quite like this before.

She stiffened when his phone rang again, but he didn’t leave her. In fact, he held her gaze as he reached for the phone he’d left on the counter top and answered the call.

“Hi, Deke.”

Holy shit. He was talking to her brother. She wanted to squirm away but his body pinned her. His gaze pinned her as well. He stared deep into her eyes as he spoke.

“Everything’s okay. I picked up surveillance as they left their hotel. They went to a club. Drank too much. Stumbled home. The end.”

Steve was still inside her, a definite presence as he spoke to her brother. Shockingly, she felt her body warm to the forbidden sensations. She felt like she might come again, but she couldn’t. Not while she was less than a foot away from a very sensitive microphone with her very overprotective and suspicious brother on the other end.

“Yeah, I’ll keep you posted,” Steve went on after her brother had said something she didn’t really hear. She’d been concentrating too hard on not coming. “Sure. Talk to you tomorrow.”

Steven pressed
END
very deliberately on the phone and then tossed it back onto the counter top. Still holding her gaze, he moved his fingers back down to her clit and squeezed.

That’s all it took to send her over the edge one more time. She tensed and shook as he brought her another climax. He watched her throughout, only moving his hand away after the very last of the aftershocks had ended.

“You’re even more beautiful when you come,” he whispered. He cupped her cheek and dipped closer for a lingering kiss.

He was getting hard again within her but he pulled out. She tried to quell her disappointment. The lab setting had been fun, but she wanted to try him in a bed, and the sooner they got back to the house and found one, the better as far as she was concerned.

The lab had everything she needed to clean up. Paper towels, a sink, a biohazard disposal can. She snickered and shot him a teasing look when she threw the paper towels she’d used in there. She liked that she could make him laugh and he got her sometimes quirky sense of humor.

They left the building together, and this time, he was holding her hand. She liked the feeling, though she hadn’t held hands with a boy since she was a teenager. Somehow, he made it all fresh and new. Special. Just like him.

True to his word, there were two other vehicles waiting outside for them and a few big guys at the door. He greeted them by name and nodded at them while he ushered her back to his vehicle. He opened her door and helped her get settled, stealing a quick kiss before sealing her inside the SUV. When he climbed in behind the steering wheel, the other guys piled into their dark vehicles too. Within moments, they were all heading back the way they’d come—one escort vehicle in front and one behind theirs.

“So those guys work for you?” she asked, curious about the huge men who were even now guarding their path.

“Yeah. They’re all good friends too. And just so you know, they were guarding us on the way here too, you just didn’t see them. I wanted a chance to explain the danger to you first, before you knew I was having us watched. It was also a good demonstration at my boys’ stealth capabilities.”

“Wow, you’re right. I didn’t see them at all.” She looked out the window at the very big, very obvious vehicles. How could she have missed them before?

“That was the point,” he answered, a little smug. “They’re good at what they do and you can trust them to look out for you. Quite a few of them served with your brother too,” he added, frowning.

“My brother.” Now that was a subject sure to put a downer on things.

“Yeah.” Steve sighed as he turned a corner, casually checking his mirrors. “We’re going to have to talk about him sooner or later. All the guys in our unit knew how he was about you. Protective in the extreme.”

“
Over
-protective, you mean.” She leaned her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes briefly. “I guess it all stems from our childhood. When his dad died, it shook his world, I think. Then a few years later, Mom remarried. By the time I was born, Mom says Deke’s protective instincts had really ratcheted into high gear, even though he was only a kid. He loved his dad—followed him into the Army despite the admiral’s influence—but Deke bonded with my dad more than any of them ever expected. They’re two peas in a pod. Cut from the same cloth. Whatever cliché you want to use. They’re two very scary dudes when they’re in circle-the-wagons mode, and they’re chauvinists through and through.”

“I didn’t realize you were half-siblings.” Steve said and then got really quiet. Maybe it was just the dark of the night closing in around them, but the mood in the small cabin of the vehicle suddenly changed from casual to alert.

“Yeah. Does it make a difference?”

“Not to me,” he was quick to assure her. “But it could explain a few things.”

“Like what?” She turned to watch him, concerned when she saw the muscle ticking in his jaw.

“It’s all part of what I need to tell you, but I’d rather wait until we’re back at the house. Your dad, was he Special Forces too? Is that what you mean about him being an influence on Deke?”

She had no idea why he was being so mysterious and it worried her a little, but she was willing to answer his questions. For now. But the time was soon coming when she’d demand a few answers of her own.

“Yeah, Dad’s a Navy SEAL. Mom has a thing for military guys, I guess. Deke’s dad was Army, so he decided to shoot for Green Beret. The only thing he doesn’t share with my dad is his affinity for water. Dad swims like a fish. Deke sorta sank a lot when he was younger. He overcame it, but it wasn’t a natural skill for him.”

“Your father is Admiral Morrow?” Steve asked, as if only just realizing the connection.

“Yeah. Deke took his last name when Dad officially adopted him soon after my folks got married. Why?”

“Because I’ve heard Deke deny any connection to the admiral. One time someone asked him about it and he insisted that the last name was just a coincidence.” Steven gave her that raised-eyebrow look that spoke volumes.

“Well, I know Deke doesn’t like getting special treatment because of who he’s related to. The higher-ups must know, but he probably doesn’t want the guys he works with day-to-day looking at him differently because of it.”

“I guess so,” Steve replied noncommittally.

She sighed and looked out the window, squinting her eyes as they crossed a road. There was a big pickup truck on the side street moving way too fast.

“Red?” was all she had time to say before their vehicle was hit by the other one and spun out of control.

Time slowed as the fact that they’d just been rammed by a truck filtered though her shocked mind. It had hit the rear of their SUV and put them into a spin. A few feet sooner and she’d have been in the impact zone.

Information came at her hard and fast. They were spinning down the side street. The truck had pushed them across the intersection and into a much smaller industrial road. The place was deserted and the quick glimpses she got of the two escort vehicles as she spun around and around told her that they were being waylaid by two more trucks that had come out of nowhere.

This is an ambush, she thought hysterically as the SUV started to tip over wildly.