Her teeth—he felt them bite into him somewhere. God , she had his flesh between her teeth, but all he knew was that her pussy muscles rippled.
Sugar bore down on him, using his hold as a fulcrum, and her orgasm hit them both—a complete supernova, its intensity blinding. Her body milked his pulsing cock, and his hot release was an act of heaven.
Sugar went limp in his hug, kissing his arm—where apparently she had bitten him—and her chest heaved. “You sure know how to show who’s boss.”
He chortled, shaking his head languidly. “Damn, you are fun.”
“To love, to fuck, to hold,” she whispered. “To work with.”
She stood carefully and turned, and he couldn’t help but admire the pink in her cheeks that didn’t come from makeup. Her lips were pinker than her lipstick and her eyes more blue than when she’d first walked into his office. He did that to her. That left a mark of pride in his chest.
“Prove you love me, and help slide those pants back on me.” She winked. “I can’t convince you of my great plan when I’m half-naked.”
He snagged the leather pants and underwear off the floor. “You might not convince me anyway.” But that was a lie. She didn’t need to convince him, and he wouldn’t stop her.
“Like I need your permission.” She snagged the black panties and hopped as best she could from one foot to the next while he pulled up his pants and tucked himself in. “But I want it.”
That was why they worked in sync. There hadn’t been a job in a very long time that Jared hadn’t run by Sugar. She had the mind of an operator and the discerning ability to figure out how to blow shit up in a way that flat-out impressed him. And turned him on. Great combination in a wife.
“Elevator pitch. Let’s hear it.” He smoothed his shirt and adjusted his pants so that only they would know he’d just been well fucked.
“You have three wannabe new guys. Lexi and I want to be the team that does the on-the-ground observation.”
He blinked, surprised. “You want to do the surveillance?”
“Yes.”
“That’s boring as shit.” So where was the catch?
She raised an eyebrow.
Well, nothing was boring as shit when Sugar was involved. “If you do it, you have to stay out of the fray. Away from the newbies. Watch and report. That’s it.”
Kiss-swollen lips smiled as if she had her yes already. “We can do that.”
“From afar , Sugar.”
“No kidding.”
“Meaning, you can’t interact with them, babe. Read me?”
She smirked. “No shit, J-dawg.”
“You can’t bump into them.” He ticked off one finger.
“I’m not stupid.”
He ticked off another finger. “You can’t do whatever it is you’re thinking about.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Yes, I can.”
“God, woman.” He closed his fist, not bothering to count off the dozens of other things she shouldn’t do. “You give me heartburn.”
“No. Those are orgasms I give you, baby.”
Jared dropped his head back and roared. “Damn straight, pretty mama. You do what you need to.” But he sobered and rubbed a hand over his face, feeling the strain of laughter in his cheeks. “But no shit, Sugar. You, Asal, and this baby? My world. You’ve never asked me to change; I’ll never ask you to either. If you need to get out there, go. If something makes you feel uncomfortable, don’t for a moment hesitate to flag for help because you’re worried I’ll be pissed you’re in the field. You read me?”
“I do.”
“Unconditional trust.”
Her eyes went watery. “Fucking hormones.”
“So you read me?” he said again, quieter this time.
“Loud and clear, Boss Man.” She leaned forward and placed a sweetly gentle kiss on his lips. “And I love you too.”
CHAPTER THREE
The house was quiet as Parker and Lexi sat around their dining-room table, three recruit folders spread in front of them.
Bishop O’Kane. Jax Riddle. Locke Oliver.
“They’re all insanely…” Lexi gestured, staring at