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Harper held onto Ryland’s shoulders, threw her head back and his name burst from her lips. Maybe she should’ve been quieter and more discreet, but then she remembered where they were. And, for the first time in her life, she truly let go.
Until Ryland, sex had never been good. It had merely been a humiliating chore that her ex guilt-tripped her into doing then he’d turn around and insult her performance.
But not Ryland. He was pumping into her body like he couldn’t get enough of her, hips pistoning, and he wasn’t being quiet about it either. His inhibitions and restraint were gone, replaced with a dirty-talking, hot fucking machine.
And she loved it.
“Fuck yeah! You feel that, sweetheart? Feel how deep I am in you?”
“Yes!” she cried.
“Squeeze me harder. Ohhh, fuuuck. Don’t stop.”
At that moment, Ryland was as free as she was and their control shattered. Turning, he let the waves hit his back, taking the brunt of their force, and using them to his advantage as he thrust into her.
“Ohmygod,” Harper gasped as her body clenched around him, rippling with another orgasm. The way he stretched her body and filled her was like nothing she’d known before. Ryland was hot and thick, expanding her to the point where the pleasure bordered on sweet pain. But he knew how to use his cock, his mouth and his fingers and any discomfort was gone before it began.
“Yeah, just like that. Squeeze that pussy tighter. Milk me hard, Harper. Don’t hold back. Fuuuuck,” he ground out and buried his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder, shuddering hard.
His hot release filled her and Harper cried out again, her body spasming around him. “Holy shit,” she breathed and collapsed against him. She couldn’t catch her breath and her heart was beating so damn hard she thought it was in danger of exploding from her chest.
Normally during sex she maintained her composure with relative ease and never lost control. But Ryland yanked that control from her and snapped it in two. It was a bit unnerving but, at the same time, nothing had ever felt so damn good.
Ryland Mills had come into her life and flipped it upside down. Far from just the hot surfer dude she had pegged him as, the former SEAL turned assassin had drawn her into some seriously dangerous shit. But cradled in his arms, sated and breathless after the most incredible sex she’d ever had, she wasn’t sure what was more dangerous. The bad men coming after them or the way her heart was opening up to him. The way she wanted, maybe even needed, him on a soul-deep level.
The unnerving part was she was falling so hard, so fast. But how wise was it to get emotionally involved with a man who had deep, endless secrets? A man who had warned her that he wasn’t a good person.
At this point, Harper didn’t know what was scarier. Falling for Ryland or facing The Agency.
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They barely made it back to their room after he carried her from the ocean before Ryland had Harper bent over the side of their private jacuzzi, her ass hiked up, as he slammed into her slick body from behind. He was a man possessed and he couldn’t get enough of her.
After what happened earlier in the Playroom, he was overcome by the need to mark her. To make her his in every possible way. In every possible position. Tillman had tried to touch her and that unleashed a jealous fury he didn’t even know he was capable of feeling.
Harper belonged to him and nobody else.
Tilting her hips just right, he positioned her in front of one of the jets and let the stream of water hit that sweet, little swollen spot he knew would send her over the edge. No doubt about it. She was going to be sore tomorrow and every time she felt a twinge, she’d think of him and how he’d branded her with his cock. And that’s exactly what he wanted.
The bubbles broke her and Harper screamed, her body spasming then going limp. The moment after she orgasmed, Ryland came hard enough to bring down the whole damn resort. He roared out his release, collapsing over her, his wet chest pressed to her back.
He buried his face in her soaked hair as small aftershocks left him twitching. Brushing her wet strands of hair aside, he placed a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades and knew one thing for certain: Harper Grant owned him.
And he was not letting her go.
Chapter Eighteen
After spending most of the night fucking each other senseless, Ryland and Harper fell into a deep, satiated sleep. They planned to leave early the next morning, but a call woke them before the alarm did.
With a groan, Ryland reached for his phone and saw Banshee’s name flashing on the screen. It was barely seven and he swiped the bar over, grumbling, “This better be important.”
“After you sent me the files off Tillman’s laptop, I started looking into them. I haven’t slept a wink.”
“Because you’re a robot.” Beside him, Harper rolled over with a soft sigh.
“Caffeine, my friend. I live on it.”
“You and Bruja.”
