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Authors: Seleste deLaney
Tags: thriller, Romance, Contemporary Romance, romance series, Revenge, hypnosis, secret agent, happily ever after, entangled publishing, fbi, Fake engagement, flaunt, suspence, redemption, TRAIT, con artist, co-workers, Seleste deLaney, con
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catch his neck and urge him toward her. “Kiss me, Trevor. Kiss me like you want me.”
The desperation in her voice tore at him, and the truth escaped his lips before he could stop it. “I do want you. More than you know.”
But as much as he needed to lose himself in her, he couldn’t allow himself to think about it, talk about it. Not now. For the moment, he needed to forget the rest of the world. He buried his head in her neck, nipping at the skin there before he traveled lower, closer and closer to the dusky, rose peaks of perfection.
When Trevor caught her nipple with his mouth, Marissa’s back arched off the bed. He felt so good . And he wanted her. It wasn’t an act for the mission. This was just them, away from prying eyes and suspicion. No ranks. No rules. This was raw and real—everything she’d imagined and more. All her worries over how he felt about her past vanished in that one touch.
She tugged at his belt until it came free then undid his button, sliding her hand into his pants and dipping below the silk of his boxers. A shiver raced through her as she wrapped her hand around his length. Wetness pooled between her legs when she stroked.
Hers. He could be hers right now.
Not for the mission. Not for God and country.
Just for her.
One kiss had led to this. She’d have to thank Evangeline for pushing them to this point. Trevor took a second to breathe and flicked his tongue over her nipple, and Marissa seized the opportunity and slithered down the bed.
“What are you doing?” He stood upright.
Perfect. On her knees, spine pressed to the edge of the bed, Marissa slid her hands down his hips, taking his pants and boxers with them. His erection sprang free, and her breath caught. The stereotype of black men having bigger cocks definitely held true where Trevor was concerned. She wanted it. All of it, in every way he’d give it to her.
She ran her tongue up the underside, smiling as he let out a deep moan. Her tongue flicked at his glans, lapping up the drop beading there, and then she wrapped her lips around him, sliding down his shaft.
His fingers clawed through her hair as he sucked in a breath. She worked him with her mouth, taking as much as she could before she finally let her hand join in. Her tongue traced lazy circles around his head as she stroked him. The quiet noises he made only drove her on, wanting to take him all, make him come, show him what a very, very good idea this had been.
She tipped her eyes up to find him staring at her, a strange expression on his face. A mixture of want, need, and…a darkness she couldn’t quite identify. She had to know, and she understood Trevor well enough to realize she’d have to ask—before the moment passed. With a hint of longing, she sucked one last time on his length, drawing herself up to stand before him.
His cock pressed tight against her belly. When he shuddered, she could imagine him inside her and knew she was wet and more than ready. All he had to do was make that little jump.
Already his fingers toyed with the denim hugging her hips, but that strange expression remained. Her fingers traced his jaw, lingering for a moment on the fullness of his lips. “What is it? Worried Big Brother is watching?” She nibbled on his neck. “He can’t see a thing. I put the shoes in the closet already.”
Every muscle in his body stiffened, and she couldn’t resist the urge to rub against him. All he had to do was say yes. There wasn’t any doubt anymore—he wanted her. He’d said so, and his actions and responses had said it louder and clearer.
Abandoning her hips, he took her hands in his and pressed a kiss to her fingers. “I want this, Marissa. You know I do, but we can’t. I can’t.” He stepped back, his legs tangling in his pants.
His upset balance sent Marissa backward, her ass hitting the bed as he bent and hoisted his slacks, buttoning up before she managed to eke out the one word that kept playing in her head,
The desperation in her voice tore at him, and the truth escaped his lips before he could stop it. “I do want you. More than you know.”
But as much as he needed to lose himself in her, he couldn’t allow himself to think about it, talk about it. Not now. For the moment, he needed to forget the rest of the world. He buried his head in her neck, nipping at the skin there before he traveled lower, closer and closer to the dusky, rose peaks of perfection.
When Trevor caught her nipple with his mouth, Marissa’s back arched off the bed. He felt so good . And he wanted her. It wasn’t an act for the mission. This was just them, away from prying eyes and suspicion. No ranks. No rules. This was raw and real—everything she’d imagined and more. All her worries over how he felt about her past vanished in that one touch.
She tugged at his belt until it came free then undid his button, sliding her hand into his pants and dipping below the silk of his boxers. A shiver raced through her as she wrapped her hand around his length. Wetness pooled between her legs when she stroked.
Hers. He could be hers right now.
Not for the mission. Not for God and country.
Just for her.
One kiss had led to this. She’d have to thank Evangeline for pushing them to this point. Trevor took a second to breathe and flicked his tongue over her nipple, and Marissa seized the opportunity and slithered down the bed.
“What are you doing?” He stood upright.
Perfect. On her knees, spine pressed to the edge of the bed, Marissa slid her hands down his hips, taking his pants and boxers with them. His erection sprang free, and her breath caught. The stereotype of black men having bigger cocks definitely held true where Trevor was concerned. She wanted it. All of it, in every way he’d give it to her.
She ran her tongue up the underside, smiling as he let out a deep moan. Her tongue flicked at his glans, lapping up the drop beading there, and then she wrapped her lips around him, sliding down his shaft.
His fingers clawed through her hair as he sucked in a breath. She worked him with her mouth, taking as much as she could before she finally let her hand join in. Her tongue traced lazy circles around his head as she stroked him. The quiet noises he made only drove her on, wanting to take him all, make him come, show him what a very, very good idea this had been.
She tipped her eyes up to find him staring at her, a strange expression on his face. A mixture of want, need, and…a darkness she couldn’t quite identify. She had to know, and she understood Trevor well enough to realize she’d have to ask—before the moment passed. With a hint of longing, she sucked one last time on his length, drawing herself up to stand before him.
His cock pressed tight against her belly. When he shuddered, she could imagine him inside her and knew she was wet and more than ready. All he had to do was make that little jump.
Already his fingers toyed with the denim hugging her hips, but that strange expression remained. Her fingers traced his jaw, lingering for a moment on the fullness of his lips. “What is it? Worried Big Brother is watching?” She nibbled on his neck. “He can’t see a thing. I put the shoes in the closet already.”
Every muscle in his body stiffened, and she couldn’t resist the urge to rub against him. All he had to do was say yes. There wasn’t any doubt anymore—he wanted her. He’d said so, and his actions and responses had said it louder and clearer.
Abandoning her hips, he took her hands in his and pressed a kiss to her fingers. “I want this, Marissa. You know I do, but we can’t. I can’t.” He stepped back, his legs tangling in his pants.
His upset balance sent Marissa backward, her ass hitting the bed as he bent and hoisted his slacks, buttoning up before she managed to eke out the one word that kept playing in her head,
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