Operation: Thrustmaster (Rock Hardin: Agent of A.S.S. Book 1) Read Online Free

the dressers. The glass of the balcony doors had been broken from the outside by the rappellers. The bloodstain on the floor was consistent with someone being shot and given medical attention almost right away. Nothing was left here. He only had the one lead to go on….  
         “ Need to head back to my room,” he said. “Going to drop this stuff off, then we’ll hit LeMarchand.”  
          Petite agreed, and down to the fifth floor they went. His room was smaller than the suite, though still nice enough, and with a king sized bed. Once he closed the door behind them both, he turned to Petite and looked down into her guileless brown eyes as he dropped his duffle to the ground. “There’s something I need from you….” he said, making his voice soft as he leaned in.  
         “ Do you think this is really the time, Agent Hardin?” she asked, returning his gaze. The tone of her voice matched his, and she arched her back just a little, meeting him halfway in closing the space between them.  
          His fingertips grazed her cheek, and as he leaned in even further, so close he knew she could feel his breath on her lips, “I need the truth.”  
         “ The… what is this?” she asked, and her eyes flicked away for just a second, and he knew he was right. “Some American joke?”  
          His fingertips moved from her cheek to her neck, tracing a smooth line down her body. He knew without having to use Skip’s special glasses her temperature had risen. Rock could practically hear her heart hammering against her chest, fast and light, like a trapped bird. Instead of answering her question, he pushed in for the kiss, brushing his lips against hers. Petite didn’t resist him, but rather leaned into the kiss, turning it deeper, harder. Matching her intensity, he took over the kiss, tasting her, dominating her until she had no choice but to melt against him. With his free hand, he circled her waist, then spun her around while they were still kissing, moving her back towards the bed as he kicked off his boots.  
          Her hands wrapped around his neck, holding him close. Passion built between them, and before it could reach a crescendo, he broke the kiss and tossed her gently onto the bed. “Oh, Agent Hardin!” she exclaimed, laughing just a bit. She made a ‘come here’ gesture with her finger, and shifted her legs slightly, letting her skirt fall back towards her to expose her legs.  
          Rock shrugged off his jacket and tossed it in a nearby seat, within arm’s reach of the bed, then took his time unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his rock hard pecs and abs. Petite looked on, licking her lips with anticipation. He stepped forward, and put himself in between her legs, his hands caressing her thighs as he traced a path up her body. When he reached her skirt, he raised the hem of it even further to expose her white lace panties. “Mm… yes,” she murmured as his fingers slid along her sex. The agent hooked his fingers into the delicate piece of clothing and lowered them, sliding them off of her legs and tossing them aside carelessly.  
          As he knelt between her legs, his hands continued to rub and caress her. He began to plant kisses on the inside of her knees, and worked his way up to her pleasure center, tasting every inch of her along the way. The wanton woman writhed upon the bed, luxuriating in the sensations he created, and when he kissed her sex for the first time, she gasped in pleasure. Gently, he spread her legs apart, and kept them there with a firm grip, exposing her to him. Keeping a close watch on Petite, he kissed her pussy once more, then used his tongue to lick her slowly, searching for that one spot which would drive her crazy.  
         Petite moaned as he licked around her clit, then flicked his tongue over it. Unabashed, she gave him directions, “Yes… that’s good… faster… to the right… a little more… up… oh a