Page 17 of Working for the Enemy

“You okay, angel?” I whisper after a few moments of silence.

“I’m…” She sighs, her breath tickling my chin. “I’m incredible.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I smile, tucking her sweat slicked hair behind her ear so I can kiss her forehead.

We stay like that for a while, until she starts to shiver from the slight chill in the air. I slip out of bed and wet down a washcloth before coming back and kneeling in front of the half-asleep kitten all curled up on the mattress.

“What are you doing?” she slurs, her eyes still closed.

"I'm showing you how I'll take care of you," I murmur, as I gently wipe between her legs. The sight of her blood mixed with our releases should make me feel like an asshole for fucking her so hard, but I can't bring myself to regret anything about what we just shared. It was perfect. One look at my sleepy, satisfied woman, and I know she thinks so, too.

After that’s taken care of, I crawl in bed behind Marlowe and pull the blankets over us. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her closer and curl around her body, wanting to cover as much of her body with mine as possible.

She snuggles deeper into my embrace and relaxes completely, letting go of every single thing. I can feel her doubts float away until there’s just us.

“This,” I whisper into the shell of her ear while squeezing her tightly. “This is me showing you how I’ll keep you, right here, in my arms. You’re free. You’re safe. You’re protected. You’re mine.”

She swallows thickly as I place a kiss below her ear and nuzzle into her neck.

“Yours,” she whispers.

I want to tell her to say it again, say it louder, scream it while I fuck her again and again. But this, right here, is everything. That one-word echoes in my head, and settles in my core. She’s mine, and now she knows it.

9

MARLOWE

My eyes flutter open to the soft, heavy warmth of an arm slung low across my waist. I’m a bit disoriented at first, but the undeniable reality of Kane’s body pressed flush against mine anchors me in place.

I turn my head slightly on the pillow. Kane is still asleep beside me, his dark hair messy, his features far softer than the sharp, dangerous man the rest of the world sees. Watching him like this sends a sudden, fluttering heat straight to my chest. He shifts, a low murmur escaping his throat as his arm tightens around me, pulling me back until my spine rests against his bare chest. His skin is hot, grounding, and overwhelming in the best way possible.

When his breathing changes, I know he’s awake. Kane’s lips brush against the back of my neck, sending a fresh wave of shivers down my spine before he easily rolls me onto my back to look down at me. Without saying a word, he scoops me up into his arms, lifting me off the mattress as effortlessly as if I weigh nothing at all, carrying me straight toward the master bathroom.

As soon as he sets me down, Kane turns the water on in the massive shower. Water pours out from a rainfall showerhead, steam curling into the air almost instantly.

“What are you thinking about?” Kane asks from behind me. He trails his fingers up my back, sweeping my hair aside and kissing me between my shoulder blades.

I hum and tilt my head back, sighing contentedly as his lips move up my neck. “I’m thinking about how good it’s going to feel when you fuck me in the shower.”

Kane’s eyes turn a dark, stormy gray as he guides me inside, positioning me directly beneath the showerhead. His fingertips follow the streams of water as they pour over my shoulders, breasts, torso, hips, and finally my throbbing pussy. I moan as his knuckles barely graze my mound before continuing down my inner thighs.

Kane’s other hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me in for a punishing kiss. I open up for him, needing to taste and touch and feel him everywhere. He tugs my hair, pulling my head back so he can deepen the kiss. I feel two fingers dip into my slit and start circling my little bundle of nerves in slow, steady strokes.

I grip his biceps, digging my nails in as one finger pushes into my entrance, then two. Kane thrusts his large digits in and out of me, slowly at first, and then faster, faster, faster, grinding his heel down on my clit all while devouring my lips.

Breaking the kiss, I bury my face in between his neck and shoulders as I cry out. I’m right there, so close to my much needed release. He keeps pumping his fingers, twisting and curling them up to rub against my G-spot. Again, again, one more time…

Suddenly, his hand is gone. I nearly fall over at the loss of him, but I regain my composure and glare right at his stupidly handsome face. Kane just grins, which makes my pussy clench. God, this man. Frustrating and sexy as hell.

“Not yet, angel. Patience.”

With that, he spins me around, my back to his front, and starts massaging me everywhere. His large, calloused hands squeeze my breasts, hips, and my soft, round belly that I’ve always been a little self-conscious of. Kane has made it clear that he loves every inch of me.

His hands trail lower, once again teasing my pussy lips. My clit throbs in time with my heartbeat, begging him to do something about the unbearable ache he’s created.

“Kane…” I moan, wiggling my hips in an attempt to get him to touch me where I need him most.

“Not yet,” he murmurs again, licking the shell of my ear before trailing kisses down my neck and shoulder.