Shadow Ops: Danger's Desire (Kindle Worlds Novella) (A Shadow Ops Novella Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

just let go. Can you let go?” She reached behind and gripped his penis. Muscles flexed in her wrist. He moaned. Hollywood’s knees buckled. His body hurried to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy.
    “No, I’m a control freak. I don’t let go.” He murmured into the soft space between her ear and neck—his tongue filled the gap with slow strokes. She quivered.
    “Too bad. You’ll never know how fucking amazing it is to not give a shit. Hero, I’m going to fuck up your whole stay-between-the-lines way of thinking.” Her hands rested on the kitchen island while she bopped her hips under his hands. The stainless steel ring inside the collar’s clasp clinked as she moved.
    She just might do it.
    Hollywood had been in a drought. Thanks to chasing down the Preacher’s terror network, he’d not had sex in weeks. His hormones begged him to stop talking and start fucking, but his heart itched at a new sensation he couldn’t describe.
    “How’s the lesson progressing, hero?”
    “All I give a shit about right now is fucking you. Enough of the horny Zen lessons.” Hollywood shut his eyes to refocus on the sex, forget the metaphysical bullshit. Don’t get emotional—a few days temporary duty down south, and then back to D.C. Down deep, he knew better though.
    He snugged her collar and she sighed. Voodoo’s primitive reaction to every touch increased his excitement. Hollywood’s eyes waxed in imagination as thoughts of her submission tantalized with possibility. His head rolled back—he sighed an ominous sigh.
    “Enough talk. I want you. Right now.” His fingers tightened the leather—the strap cut into her throat. She whimpered and hopped up on her toes to ease the strain.
    “Too tight?” He whispered against her spine.
    “Tougher than you think pretty boy,” she purred, hair floating against her right shoulder. His fingers slid around her voluptuous hips to guide his dick against the cheeks of her ass. She groaned louder as he pressed himself against her.
    “You carrying?” she whispered.
    “Glock, model 17, why?”
    “Condoms.” A light laugh eased the misinterpretation, and she retrieved one instead.
    Hollywood’s knees gave way once the head of his cock breached her pussy. Guttural moans escaped him, his left hand dug into the dip of her hip. She winced.
    “Too tight?” She flipped the question on him, and pressed her fingers into his thighs as he slid inside of her.
    “Just the head of your cock baby.” Her skin glistened with a sheen of moisture. His moist palms roamed her muscled buttocks. Moans intensified as her toes flexed for balance—he held onto her collar.
    “Good girl.” The sensation of her submission began to appeal to him. He smiled delighting in her gasps and pleas to stop. He cranked back on the collar with his right forearm pressed along her spine.
    Drawn into an unnatural bend, her breasts hoisted the double-pierced nipples into the chilled air. His fingers roved her ribcage, reaching for the stainless steel rods. Rolling them against her erect nipple drove him mad for more.
    She sucked air through her teeth and pulled back against his hold.
    “You okay, Voodoo?”
    “You’ll break before I do.”
    A wavering shadow alerted Hollywood of another’s presence. His head spun left at the sound of a throat clearing—Bonny dawdled against the refrigerator. Light shone through her sheer gown flaunting her slender, athletic physique. Tussle-dried hair swept across her tilted head, and the sexiness of her Lauren Hutton smile contrasted with the cheerleader type that had drawn Hollywood to Voodoo.
    “Walk her,” Bonny said, arms folded in defiance, she exuded sensual dominance.
    “Sorry?” Hollywood leaned toward Bonny.
    “Walk her—like a pet.” Her body stiffened rigid in the command—Bonny’s smile vanished. Hollywood expelled an uncertain breath. His gut tensed. He’d bitten off more than he could chew.
    “That’s a bit much, even for me.” He