Read Online Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Redemption for Misty (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Pierce Securities Book 5) by Anne Conley - Free Book Online
Authors: Anne Conley
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nearly erupted from her throat as she tossed the drab little black dress to the floor and dug around in the closet finding a blue chiffon, tea-length, halter-topped dress that would match Chris’s eyes. Slipping on a pair of black patent-leather heels, she declared herself ready. Misty switched everything over to a small silver clutch, added a stack of business cards, and walked out to the living room.
Chris sat on the couch, waiting for her, and when he stood, her breath caught in her throat. She’d never seen him in dress slacks. Or a jacket. A tie hung loose around his neck. Chagrined, he walked toward her.
“Can you tie this? I feel stupid, like I should just give up my man card or something.” His eyes grazed her from top to bottom. “Especially going out with someone like you.”
She giggled and slipped it from his neck, wrapping it around her own. “Sure, but I can only tie them if I’m wearing them. Hang on a sec.” Making short work of his tie, Misty slipped it off and Chris ducked his head so she could put it over his head. He stared at her while she pulled it taut and straightened it. “How did you make it out of the Army without knowing how to tie a tie?” She smiled at him, trying to diffuse the tension in the room.
“Your brother helped me out. But swear to God, if he comes up again in conversation tonight, I’m just going to shoot myself in the foot.” He looked at her for a laugh, and she complied, even though it sounded weak. “You’re fucking beautiful. I really like this dress.” His hands rested on her hips, his thumbs rubbing over the fabric slowly. Goose bumps rose on her flesh and a shock of heat made her pussy weep. This man would be the death of her.
She gave the tie one final adjustment before patting it into place. “You clean up pretty good yourself.”
Tugging her closer, Chris kissed her and she lost herself. The anticipation she’d felt all day let loose as soon as his lips touched hers. What he’d no doubt intended to be something innocent, she turned into something hungry. And he reciprocated with a low noise in the back of his throat. His hands started tugging as his mouth moved—his tongue sucking and swirling. Misty felt his massive hands creep around her backside, hitching her skirt up. As they explored, she slid her hands under his jacket, feeling the muscles on his back, and then going lower. His ass was hard as a rock, as she’d suspected, and as she squeezed—exploring it—she barely noticed he’d gone under her dress. But when his finger slid around the elastic of her panties, she shivered with anticipation.
With a mix of a triumphant roar and needy growl, he lifted her up and set her body on the credenza behind her. He kissed her neck while his fingers pulled her panties aside and plunged into her wet heat.
“Oh God, Chris!” That was all she could muster as his fingers went to work, his lips branding her. Her mind was a turbulent mess—nothing but rough seas—as his touch brought her higher and higher. His hand gripped the top her dress, moving it aside for his mouth to suckle on her breast.
Chris rolled her nipple around on his tongue as his fingers continued thrusting in and out of her. Misty was helpless to do anything. She wanted to touch him, but he was wearing too many clothes, so she just grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled.
He was a man on a singular mission. Chris’s movements were frantic as his mouth and fingers brought her the pleasure she craved.
When his thumb circled her clit, Misty shattered. She’d ridden the waves of the tempestuous sea, and as the waves broke, she trembled her release with quaking shudders.
Chris raised his head, his cheeks marked with deep red slashes of color and a goofy grin on his lips as he brought his hand to his mouth and cleaned her essence off his fingers before straightening her dress.
She attempted to smooth down his hair with a sheepish sound.
He stood erect and smoothed his jacket before
Chris sat on the couch, waiting for her, and when he stood, her breath caught in her throat. She’d never seen him in dress slacks. Or a jacket. A tie hung loose around his neck. Chagrined, he walked toward her.
“Can you tie this? I feel stupid, like I should just give up my man card or something.” His eyes grazed her from top to bottom. “Especially going out with someone like you.”
She giggled and slipped it from his neck, wrapping it around her own. “Sure, but I can only tie them if I’m wearing them. Hang on a sec.” Making short work of his tie, Misty slipped it off and Chris ducked his head so she could put it over his head. He stared at her while she pulled it taut and straightened it. “How did you make it out of the Army without knowing how to tie a tie?” She smiled at him, trying to diffuse the tension in the room.
“Your brother helped me out. But swear to God, if he comes up again in conversation tonight, I’m just going to shoot myself in the foot.” He looked at her for a laugh, and she complied, even though it sounded weak. “You’re fucking beautiful. I really like this dress.” His hands rested on her hips, his thumbs rubbing over the fabric slowly. Goose bumps rose on her flesh and a shock of heat made her pussy weep. This man would be the death of her.
She gave the tie one final adjustment before patting it into place. “You clean up pretty good yourself.”
Tugging her closer, Chris kissed her and she lost herself. The anticipation she’d felt all day let loose as soon as his lips touched hers. What he’d no doubt intended to be something innocent, she turned into something hungry. And he reciprocated with a low noise in the back of his throat. His hands started tugging as his mouth moved—his tongue sucking and swirling. Misty felt his massive hands creep around her backside, hitching her skirt up. As they explored, she slid her hands under his jacket, feeling the muscles on his back, and then going lower. His ass was hard as a rock, as she’d suspected, and as she squeezed—exploring it—she barely noticed he’d gone under her dress. But when his finger slid around the elastic of her panties, she shivered with anticipation.
With a mix of a triumphant roar and needy growl, he lifted her up and set her body on the credenza behind her. He kissed her neck while his fingers pulled her panties aside and plunged into her wet heat.
“Oh God, Chris!” That was all she could muster as his fingers went to work, his lips branding her. Her mind was a turbulent mess—nothing but rough seas—as his touch brought her higher and higher. His hand gripped the top her dress, moving it aside for his mouth to suckle on her breast.
Chris rolled her nipple around on his tongue as his fingers continued thrusting in and out of her. Misty was helpless to do anything. She wanted to touch him, but he was wearing too many clothes, so she just grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled.
He was a man on a singular mission. Chris’s movements were frantic as his mouth and fingers brought her the pleasure she craved.
When his thumb circled her clit, Misty shattered. She’d ridden the waves of the tempestuous sea, and as the waves broke, she trembled her release with quaking shudders.
Chris raised his head, his cheeks marked with deep red slashes of color and a goofy grin on his lips as he brought his hand to his mouth and cleaned her essence off his fingers before straightening her dress.
She attempted to smooth down his hair with a sheepish sound.
He stood erect and smoothed his jacket before
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