Page 22 of Fixed Asset

Christ, phenomenal.

Better than I imagined.

I set her ass on the vanity top, shifted my hands—one going between her legs, the other going under her tee to cup her tit. Catarina whimpered and used those strong thighs as leverage to grind her pussy into my hand. She might’ve been shy with her words, but her body had no problem asking for what it wanted.

I moved the material of her panties to the side, slid a finger through her excitement, and pushed inside. So damn wet, she was drenched.

My dick pulsed with need.

Catarina shifted again, tore her mouth from mine, and groaned, “Now.”

This close, I could see all the different shades of blue in her beautiful eyes. Clear blue filled with arousal.

A sudden wave of tenderness hit me. All the feelings I’d buried came rushing to the surface. Nothing had changed since Vegas. If anything, it was worse now. But I could no longer fight it. If nothing else, I’d take her back and keep her safe until her mission was over. Then I’d let her go again. I’d let her be free to be who she needed to be without me standing in her way. But right now, for as long as I had her, I wasn’t going to hold back, at least not physically.

I released her breast, pulled my other hand free, hooked my fingers under the strings at the sides of her panties, and yanked. The flimsy material ripped easily.

Cat’s eyes rounded, her lips quirked, and through a sultry smile she breathed, “Smooth.”

I took my dick in hand, rubbed the head over her clit, and warned, “It’s about to get rough.”

With no further warning, I drove my hips forward. Catarina’s yelp of surprise turned into a low, throaty groan. I held still, relishing the feel of her tight pussy hugging my dick.

“Yo, Jack!” My name was accompanied with two loud raps on the bedroom door.

Fuck.

Catarina jolted. Her inner muscles squeezed my cock; the movement had my balls tightening.

“Ten minutes, we’re rolling out,” Mason yelled through the door.

In my moment of indecision, Catarina shook her head.

“Don’t you dare.” She growled her demand.

“It’s cute you think you’re in charge,” I told her as I moved my fingers to her clit and circled.

“Oh God.”

I drew back, drove in, and watched her eyes go hooded.

“More,” she pleaded.

“Unlock your legs.”

Catarina immediately loosened her legs. I hooked one leg behind her knee, hitched it higher, and on my next drive slid in deeper.

Her pussy rippled—so tight, so wet, my mind blanked. No mission. No ten-minute warning. No danger. Just us, our bodies—her cunt, my cock, and the driving need to feel her fall apart. The need to hear her call out my name. The need to claim, to mark her as mine, to tie her to me.

“Jack.”

There it was.

My name falling from her lips.

“Give it to me,” I demanded.

With a rough pinch of her clit, she gave. Her body locked tight, her pussy clamped down, and I followed her over the edge into the darkness and exploded.