The Fire and the Firing
That evening,Crockett andAlexandra pulled into the deserted parking garage of Incognito. The hair on the back of Crockett’s neck stiffened. “Where iseveryone?”
“There’s a sign on the elevator,” Alexandra said. He stopped at the curb so she could readit.
We are closed due to a kitchenfire.
Our apologies for theinconvenience.
Check the website for updates. Thankyou.
“We’re not catching a damn break,” hesaid.
“Hang in there, Sage,” she said as Crockett drove out of the garage and into thenight.
Ten minutes later, they entered his penthouse and he reached back to untie his mask, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his. “I need you masked tonight.” The fire in her eyes, paired with her raspy voice, turned himhard.
Her sudden kiss ripped through him, her breathy moan unleashing his need to bury himself inside her heat. He anchored one arm around her waist. With the other, he squeezed her ass. She mewled and cemented herself against him. Her eyes, framed in the dark mask, blazed withpassion.
In spite of everything they faced, desire consumed them. Stabbing pain pounded his side from the tournament injuries, but he pushed past and ground against her. He grabbed a chunk of her wig and tipped her face toward his. She groaned. He fastened his mouth to hers and pinned her against thewall.
“You…this,” she gasped, fisting his hair. “I need wild andhard.”
She needed Hunter and he would gladly oblige. Alexandra, in any form, was his soledesire.
Every time she shuddered and whimpered, a ripe stream of pleasure ripped through him. “You’re mine,” hemurmured.
“Say itagain.”
He anchored a hand under her chin, kissed her sweet, sexy mouth and whispered, “You. Are.Mine.”
“Yes, I am,” shepanted.
He unzipped and toed off his boots, stripped out of his sweater and pants. Dropped his underwear, tore off his socks. Her hand curled around his cock. Pleasure spiraled through him like cascading fireworks, but he kept his attention glued onher.
With her captive in his arms, he reached around, unzipped her dress and pulled it off her shoulders. The dress fell away, leaving hernude.
He kissed her neck, nibbled her ear and dotted kisses down to her shoulder. She responded with a coo or a whimper. She stroked his back with one hand, caressed his pulsating cock with the other. When his juices slickened his head, she murmured, “I need you inme.”
Retreating into the bedroom, he returned, sheathed in acondom.
She jumped into his arms, locked her legs around his waist, and unleashed a torrent of energy. She kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue into hismouth.
He pinned her against the glass windows, speared her with his shaft. Her strangled cries crashed through the silence. He covered her mouth with his and devoured her raw, sexysounds.
“Hard. Fuck me hard.” Her guttural sound vibrated against his throat and he started moving insideher.
He thrust, again and again, until the mounting pleasure sent him hurtling toward a release. He broke from the kiss to warn her. “Toofast.”
“Don’t stop. Harder,please,” she gasped. “I’m going to…oh…yes.”
“Look at me. I want to see you when you come undone aroundme.”
Shuddering and groaning through her orgasm, she stared into his eyes. Her intense beauty overcame him and heclimaxed.
His mouth found hers and he kissed her. When she tightened her hold around his neck and melted into him, he murmured, “Alexandra, I love you, so damnedmuch.”
“Me,too.”
