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Authors: Angel Payne
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terrorist’s bomb.
Helpless, standing here, beholding the beauty of a vast, sparkling sea—unable to let any of its glory into my grieving heart.
I hunch into myself, ordering the pity party to stop. It just seems to get worse—
Until Cassian presses up behind me.
And the very air I breathe is altered. Empowered. Made better simply from the force of his presence…the power of his warmth…the subtle shift of his mien. The very pores of my skin drink in his new energy, absorbing the sizzling lava flow of his intent.
I sure as hell am no calmer now. But for much, much different reasons.
“I know a way you can help Samsyn.” He utters the words into my hair while skimming his fingers along my shoulders, down my arms. I do not hide the shiver he induces…how he wakes up every inch of my body simply by raking his touch over me.
He trails fingers over my hands then underneath, lightly scratching my palms. The contact zips fire back up my arms then inward, tingling my breasts…punching into my nipples.
“Oh?” I battle just to get that out. As the magic of his touch takes over, I forget where I am…while never being more aware of everything around me.
“Mmmm hmmm.” His rumble resonates through us both. He steps closer, sliding his feet against the outside of mine. Nearly molds himself around me… “By keeping me sane.”
“That sounds…” I gasp as he twists fingers into my hair…then uses the grip to tilt my head to one side. “Like an interesting proposition.”
“We call it indirect procurement.” His lips move along my neck with smooth, seductive intent. “It refers to valuable…services…that benefit internal stakeholders to an organization, so they are empowered to help clients better.”
My eyelids grow heavy. The feeling settles through my muscles before throbbing deeper, gathering into a hot lead weight in my sex. Dear Creator, how I want him… “And I am such a…procurement…for you?”
Cassian’s lips part. His teeth nick the skin beneath my ear. “Best fucking asset I ever added.”
His voice is a rough rasp. His words, filthy and possessive. As the strong woman he has helped me become, I should be considering how best to circle and slap him for them—but as the woman he has fallen in love with, I absorb them, crave them. They are his worship of me. His pledge to always bring me everything I need, crave, desire…
Which, when all is said and done, only circle back to one sole thing.
Him.
Surrounding me with his heat.
Melting me with his touch.
Roping his way into my mind with all his illicit words…
“So will you service my…internal needs, armeau ?” It is fire in my ear…then every shred of my nervous system. “Empower me, so I can help Samsyn in every way that I can?”
“Yes.” I hear myself say it through the haze he swirls and thickens over my senses…my body. “ Yes , Cassian.”
A slow growl emanates from him. “Will you give me all of this?” He drags his free hand beneath the T-shirt, exploring my belly, my rib cage, the erect points of my nipples “And all of this?” Descends that hand, dipping into my panties, cupping my quivering mound.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Oh, Cassian…”
“Uh-uh.” He pinches my inner thigh, making me yelp. “You’re the asset now, Miss Santelle. That means you’ll refer to me as Mr. Court.” A swift pinch on my opposite thigh. “And you’ll give me exactly what I want right now.”
Oh, dear Creator.
He does truly know me.
Every depraved, dirty, filthy, feminine corner of me.
But best of all, he will not hesitate to fill me there.
Beginning this moment.
With a harsher coil of his hand in my hair, he angles my head up and back. My eyes flare open, succumbing to the surprise of it—and the glory of the submissive pose he has invoked. My vision is filled by his face, hard angles and burning lust branded onto his tawny skin, surrounded by the sleep-tossed mess of his hair.
By all the saints, he is
Helpless, standing here, beholding the beauty of a vast, sparkling sea—unable to let any of its glory into my grieving heart.
I hunch into myself, ordering the pity party to stop. It just seems to get worse—
Until Cassian presses up behind me.
And the very air I breathe is altered. Empowered. Made better simply from the force of his presence…the power of his warmth…the subtle shift of his mien. The very pores of my skin drink in his new energy, absorbing the sizzling lava flow of his intent.
I sure as hell am no calmer now. But for much, much different reasons.
“I know a way you can help Samsyn.” He utters the words into my hair while skimming his fingers along my shoulders, down my arms. I do not hide the shiver he induces…how he wakes up every inch of my body simply by raking his touch over me.
He trails fingers over my hands then underneath, lightly scratching my palms. The contact zips fire back up my arms then inward, tingling my breasts…punching into my nipples.
“Oh?” I battle just to get that out. As the magic of his touch takes over, I forget where I am…while never being more aware of everything around me.
“Mmmm hmmm.” His rumble resonates through us both. He steps closer, sliding his feet against the outside of mine. Nearly molds himself around me… “By keeping me sane.”
“That sounds…” I gasp as he twists fingers into my hair…then uses the grip to tilt my head to one side. “Like an interesting proposition.”
“We call it indirect procurement.” His lips move along my neck with smooth, seductive intent. “It refers to valuable…services…that benefit internal stakeholders to an organization, so they are empowered to help clients better.”
My eyelids grow heavy. The feeling settles through my muscles before throbbing deeper, gathering into a hot lead weight in my sex. Dear Creator, how I want him… “And I am such a…procurement…for you?”
Cassian’s lips part. His teeth nick the skin beneath my ear. “Best fucking asset I ever added.”
His voice is a rough rasp. His words, filthy and possessive. As the strong woman he has helped me become, I should be considering how best to circle and slap him for them—but as the woman he has fallen in love with, I absorb them, crave them. They are his worship of me. His pledge to always bring me everything I need, crave, desire…
Which, when all is said and done, only circle back to one sole thing.
Him.
Surrounding me with his heat.
Melting me with his touch.
Roping his way into my mind with all his illicit words…
“So will you service my…internal needs, armeau ?” It is fire in my ear…then every shred of my nervous system. “Empower me, so I can help Samsyn in every way that I can?”
“Yes.” I hear myself say it through the haze he swirls and thickens over my senses…my body. “ Yes , Cassian.”
A slow growl emanates from him. “Will you give me all of this?” He drags his free hand beneath the T-shirt, exploring my belly, my rib cage, the erect points of my nipples “And all of this?” Descends that hand, dipping into my panties, cupping my quivering mound.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Oh, Cassian…”
“Uh-uh.” He pinches my inner thigh, making me yelp. “You’re the asset now, Miss Santelle. That means you’ll refer to me as Mr. Court.” A swift pinch on my opposite thigh. “And you’ll give me exactly what I want right now.”
Oh, dear Creator.
He does truly know me.
Every depraved, dirty, filthy, feminine corner of me.
But best of all, he will not hesitate to fill me there.
Beginning this moment.
With a harsher coil of his hand in my hair, he angles my head up and back. My eyes flare open, succumbing to the surprise of it—and the glory of the submissive pose he has invoked. My vision is filled by his face, hard angles and burning lust branded onto his tawny skin, surrounded by the sleep-tossed mess of his hair.
By all the saints, he is
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