MARCUS (Dragon Security Book 4) Read Online Free
Author: Glenna Sinclair
alive. And I needed that.
I pressed my lips to his scattering of tattoos, brushing my tongue over the teeny nipple that stuck out just below. He ran his hand over the back of my head, tugging me closer even as I pulled away, moving slowly down the length of his belly. At first he sat up, his hands sliding over my back, encouraging me to stay with him, to touch him in all the places that offered the most pleasure. But then he lay back when he realized what my intentions were.
Hot sex. That’s what this was. And that meant doing things that turned me on.
I ran my hand over his balls, tugging at the thick skin over them. He groaned, his hips moving as I slipped my hand back up and grasped the thick shaft of his cock. I stroked him for a minute, my head resting on his belly, just watching my own hand slide over the most intimate part of this man I was sharing my bed with for only the second time. He brushed his fingers through my hair, tugging it back so that he could see the side of my face. And then I leaned forward, kissing the top of his shaft, making him moan softly as his fingers tugged at my hair.
He didn’t make any noise when I took him into my mouth, doing what Luke had taught me to do all the way back in high school. Luke wouldn’t make any sound either, not until he was close, until he couldn’t hold it back any longer. Dante was the same. He was a completely silent lover until the end, until he was unable to hold on to his control.
I ran my fingers over his balls as I took him into my mouth, swallowing as much of his shaft as I could take. He held my head, encouraging me to take more and more, his hips moving slightly against me, against the mattress. His belly tightened, his legs moving to support his hips. He was struggling with being in such a vulnerable position, trying to hold on even as I drove him close to the edge. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he yanked at my shoulder, pulling me back against the mattress, shoving himself deep inside of me in one, quick thrust. I cried out, unable to do anything but take him and enjoy the shivers of pleasure that rushed through me. We rocked together for a long few minutes, clinging to each other as if we would drown otherwise.
Just as my orgasm began to rush through me, my cellphone began to ring. I bit down on Dante’s shoulder, trying not to scream. He wrapped his arms around me, tugging me impossibly close to him. He cried out, his voice muffled by the pillow under my head. He cried out again and again, his body tense, his muscles hard as rock under my hands. And then, slowly, he began to relax.
My phone rang again, the special ringtone that indicated it was a call from the office.
“I have to answer that,” I mumbled.
“Now?”
He clearly didn’t want to move, but he did, untangling himself from me as he rolled onto his side. I felt his absence instantly, my body aching all over. It took a lot of willpower to turn away from him and pick up that damn phone.
“What is it?”
“There’s been a shooting,” Sam said, never one to beat around the bush. “Marcus’ target.”
“What happened?”
“I don’t have details. But it wasn’t Marcus who called it in. It was Blake Zimmerman. And he’s pissed.”
“Is the target okay?”
“She’s at the hospital. I’m not sure what her injury is.”
“Alright. I’ll head over to the hospital.”
I stumbled away from the bed and started searching for clothing. The suit I was wearing earlier was a jumbled mess on the floor, wrinkled beyond wear. I grabbed a pair of jeans from my dresser, searching around for my bra.
“Do you want me to go with you?”
“No.” I glanced at Dante, the sight of his gloriously naked body distracting me for a second. “If we keep showing up places in the middle of the night, people will start putting two and two together.”
“Would it be so bad for people to know?”
“Yes.”
I tugged on my jeans and grabbed a light sweater. I could feel his eyes on
I pressed my lips to his scattering of tattoos, brushing my tongue over the teeny nipple that stuck out just below. He ran his hand over the back of my head, tugging me closer even as I pulled away, moving slowly down the length of his belly. At first he sat up, his hands sliding over my back, encouraging me to stay with him, to touch him in all the places that offered the most pleasure. But then he lay back when he realized what my intentions were.
Hot sex. That’s what this was. And that meant doing things that turned me on.
I ran my hand over his balls, tugging at the thick skin over them. He groaned, his hips moving as I slipped my hand back up and grasped the thick shaft of his cock. I stroked him for a minute, my head resting on his belly, just watching my own hand slide over the most intimate part of this man I was sharing my bed with for only the second time. He brushed his fingers through my hair, tugging it back so that he could see the side of my face. And then I leaned forward, kissing the top of his shaft, making him moan softly as his fingers tugged at my hair.
He didn’t make any noise when I took him into my mouth, doing what Luke had taught me to do all the way back in high school. Luke wouldn’t make any sound either, not until he was close, until he couldn’t hold it back any longer. Dante was the same. He was a completely silent lover until the end, until he was unable to hold on to his control.
I ran my fingers over his balls as I took him into my mouth, swallowing as much of his shaft as I could take. He held my head, encouraging me to take more and more, his hips moving slightly against me, against the mattress. His belly tightened, his legs moving to support his hips. He was struggling with being in such a vulnerable position, trying to hold on even as I drove him close to the edge. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he yanked at my shoulder, pulling me back against the mattress, shoving himself deep inside of me in one, quick thrust. I cried out, unable to do anything but take him and enjoy the shivers of pleasure that rushed through me. We rocked together for a long few minutes, clinging to each other as if we would drown otherwise.
Just as my orgasm began to rush through me, my cellphone began to ring. I bit down on Dante’s shoulder, trying not to scream. He wrapped his arms around me, tugging me impossibly close to him. He cried out, his voice muffled by the pillow under my head. He cried out again and again, his body tense, his muscles hard as rock under my hands. And then, slowly, he began to relax.
My phone rang again, the special ringtone that indicated it was a call from the office.
“I have to answer that,” I mumbled.
“Now?”
He clearly didn’t want to move, but he did, untangling himself from me as he rolled onto his side. I felt his absence instantly, my body aching all over. It took a lot of willpower to turn away from him and pick up that damn phone.
“What is it?”
“There’s been a shooting,” Sam said, never one to beat around the bush. “Marcus’ target.”
“What happened?”
“I don’t have details. But it wasn’t Marcus who called it in. It was Blake Zimmerman. And he’s pissed.”
“Is the target okay?”
“She’s at the hospital. I’m not sure what her injury is.”
“Alright. I’ll head over to the hospital.”
I stumbled away from the bed and started searching for clothing. The suit I was wearing earlier was a jumbled mess on the floor, wrinkled beyond wear. I grabbed a pair of jeans from my dresser, searching around for my bra.
“Do you want me to go with you?”
“No.” I glanced at Dante, the sight of his gloriously naked body distracting me for a second. “If we keep showing up places in the middle of the night, people will start putting two and two together.”
“Would it be so bad for people to know?”
“Yes.”
I tugged on my jeans and grabbed a light sweater. I could feel his eyes on
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