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

neat and smelled fresh—no inside pets. Still, no Bonny.
    “Yeah, and maybe a leash to whip that ass.” Hollywood pushed the envelope, his pulse ticking up a beat. Voodoo gazed at him with those hypnotizing green eyes. Her dark complexion framed a beautiful white smile.
    “Hmm.” Her thick, full lips vibrated with the sound. Almond-shaped eyes darted left to an open door. Hollywood hoped it was a bedroom—maybe a shared bedroom. His breathing shallowed but his pulse raced. His mind remained sharp through the lull where opportunities are taken. The sound of water from a shower tickled his ear—had to be Bonny.
    “Why so tense?” His eyes ached with fatigue.
    Poised, she stood just as defiant before him now as she had at the SWAT training complex east of New Orleans.
    “You make me edgy, don’t want to have to kick your ass like I did at SWAT,” she teased him as her body swished to imitate a fighting stance. He growled. She playfully hopped a step back.
    “I was just rusty, but I’ve got more SWAT experience sorties under my belt than you’ll see in a lifetime of dime-bag drug busts.” He ran fingers inside his waistband to straighten his shirt.
    “Yeah, right, I forgot. You’re some sort of hero. Tell me about it, pretty boy.” She smoothed her palm across his chest and shoulders. “I’m so impressed.”
    Tension both eased and increased as he watched her hand roam. Her caress lingered across his forearm and sent a twinge through his hardened triceps. The contrast of skin tones blended beautifully as his pulse picked up at her touch.
    Her curvaceous body drove him wild. Consistent with the tough-girl image, her hair was short. Hollywood liked the way one side and the back of her hair were sheered close to the scalp, while the other side swooped long across her round face and right eye. Made her look like a badass—but could she walk the walk?
    “Damn dog is driving me crazy.” She sighed and turned toward the bedroom door. She seductively pointed a finger and commanded him to stay. He remained against the kitchen counter. His throat clamped dry as he watched her slip across the threshold and out of sight. His hips rocked against the marble countertop—he wanted to fuck her so bad his balls ached.
    “Oh that animal is a bad boy.” Voodoo’s sharp declaration glided from the bedroom. Hollywood strained to listen, but heard no more barking.
    “Yes, he is.” Hollywood played along. He cared nothing about the neighbor’s K9, but his curiosity was piqued, along with his libido. His eyes scraped the dim lighting for Bonny. Damn, would he love another threesome. He heard the scuff of wood across wood—a drawer slammed shut.
    “I’m talking about you, not the neighbor’s mutt, hero.” The low and enticing tone of Voodoo’s voice immediately drew his gaze. He sucked in a breath at her naked body framed in the threshold. His cock jerked in response. She had the type of body he loved. Small waist, flaring to perfectly rounded hips and a plump ass.
    She fit Hollywood’s perfect woman image. He found standing still difficult, fighting the powerful desire to rush into her arms. Yeah, razor-thin Bonny turned him on, but she was built for speed. Voodoo was made for comfort.
    “Oh, I’m a bad boy?” Hollywood chucked out something between a laugh and a gasp. He coughed to clear his parched throat. Moist palms brushed along jeans. His boot heel clicked against the ceramic tile. His feet wanted to move—he was ready to receive her.
    “Didn’t you say a collar was best for taming?” Leather smacked across her palm.
    “That I did.” Hollywood’s reactions were delayed. Voodoo had caught him off guard—off his game of expect the unexpected. Damn, that was twice today.
    “Good, then I have something for you.” Voodoo’s back arched slightly. Smooth shoulders rolled and coiled with the swing of voluptuous hips as she sashayed across the tile floor toward him. This little vixen exuded sheer, raw