Page 63 of Burn Protocol

“Please, Elena…” Her words are so soft that I can barely hear them, but gosh is she gorgeous.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I tilt my head as she licks her lips again.

“Yes.”

Her breathy compliance drives me over the edge. I raise my hips only so that I can flip her on her stomach. She gasps as she suddenly feels my body press against her back, my lips near her ear.

“Then beg…”

Her breath stutters as I press hot open-mouthed kisses on her jaw, her neck, and her shoulder. She trembles under my touch, wriggling for more contact. I lock my hips tightly and press her wrists down.

“Beg,” I command now, before nipping her shoulder.

“El… please…” she complies, her voice dripping with want.

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me… fuck me hard.”

That is all I need. I grin and bite down harder, marking her as mine. I run my tongue over her salty skin as I suck it in further. Maya gasps loudly, but turns her head to give even better access. I release her hands, that are now gripping the sheets, and run my left palm down between her shoulders. The skin is so smooth, so soft, it almost feels like silk.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur in her ear as I glide my right hand down her side.

The moan she releases is low and guttural. It is so intoxicating that it nearly makes me come, and I find myself grinding against her thigh. Fucking hell. I drag my nails down her skin and press them into her hips, lifting her slightly. She immediately arches up, pressing more against my own slick core and I groan in need.

“Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” I breathe as I nip at her jaw again.

Maya just moans and nods, her lips parted and her breathing rapid. I roll my hips again, making her feel my slick wetness, coating her with it. She pushes back into me, needy for more. I press my left hand down a bit harder, so that she is pinned against the mattress, before I run my middle finger along her wet core.

“Elena, please…” she pants and my grin grows wider.

“That’s it, hermosa.”

When I press two fingers against her entrance she immediately tries to push her hips back.

“Tsk, tsk,” I hiss playfully as I withdraw them.

“No, please… El… I… I…” her breathing is faster now, desperate almost.

“You what? Use your words, querida.”

“Please, Elena… I need you.”

Her plea is high and hoarse. I glance at her face, her cheek still pressed against the pillow. Her mouth is dropped open and her eyebrows have come together in need. The smirk glides over my face before I can stop it.

“That’s my girl.”

I run my fingers over her slick pussy again, coating them before I have even entered her. She moans and wriggles but keeps her hips still. When I lick one of my fingers and taste her arousal on my tongue, I can no longer contain myself. I slide inside her with one swift motion and she lets out a pleased cry as I stretch her. So gorgeous.

“Where’s the fire?”

At any other time I would have chuckled at the unintentional pun, but Helen’s blazing eyes are pinning me in my seat. I shift uncomfortably and am instantly reminded of Elena’s fingers. She left her touch everywhere on my body and I love that I can still feel her, but right now I shouldn’t be thinking about how she made me scream her name. Multiple times. I bite my lip at the memory, before Helen clears her throat and glares even harder.

“You have so much promise, Maya, and I really thought we had an understanding,” she continues, now stretching to her full length. “These three articles are supposed to be your best ones yet, but I’ve never seen something as utterly shit as this. And it’s coming from you, of all people.”

She slams the papers against her desk and inhales deeply through her nose. When I open my mouth to object, she raises her finger and I snap my jaw closed immediately.

“I don’t want to hear it. Just…” She pinches the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger. “…Just fix it. You have three more weeks at the station. Fix it.”