for him.
Hunger was a driving ache in his balls. His cock was engorged, throbbing in such need that he wondered how he bore it. Never had he ached like this, hungered like this.
Turning her, he lay her back on the seat, coming over her with a muted groan that tore from his throat. Kissing her was like bathing in fire, in sweet, white-hot pleasure. His lips took hers again and again, feeling the deepening need as it bloomed inside her, the rush of blood thundering through his body, the heat pouring from her sweet flesh.
Lowering one hand, he raked the heavy taffeta and silk of her dress up her leg, over her thigh. Satiny flesh met the stroke of his hand as her knee bent, her thighs parting beneath his touch as he held her firmly, his lips devouring her.
He could feel the sweet wet heat of her pussy just inches from his fingers. Her juices dampened her panties. The thought of delving into it nearly had him shaking like a young boy.
The feel of her fingers in his hair, tugging at the heavy strands were a pleasure he was certain he had never experienced before. At least, he had never felt such pleasure from it.
Touching her was the most erotic thing he had ever done in his life. Fucking her was nirvana. It was the greatest pleasure in the world.
“Do you know what you do to me?” He groaned as he tore his lips from hers and stroked them over her jaw. “You make me lose control, Marty. Something I swore I would never do.”
“It’s only fair,” she gasped, as he nipped at her neck. “I swore I’d never let you do the things you do to me, either.”
Such as sharing her. Such as letting him watch her take another man’s cock and seeing the erotic pleasure that suffused her face. His cock hardened more, and he hadn’t thought that possible.
“I give you such pleasure, though,” he said, his hunger amplifying at the thought of it. “Tell me I don’t, precious.”
She couldn’t, he knew she couldn’t.
“Is pleasure enough, Khalid?” Her voice was husky, torn from her as he rubbed at her clit through the silk of her panties.
“With us?” His thumb smoothed over her sweet clit. “Ah, love, the pleasure will never be enough. Because I don’t believe I can ever touch you enough, take you enough. You are my eternal hunger.”
And he was her guilty pleasure, he thought, with an edge of dissatisfaction. She was never certain if what she was doing would harm her tender heart or strengthen it.
“I will always ensure your greatest pleasure,” he promised her, as he lowered his head to rub his lips against hers, knowing they had little time for much else.
He felt her gasp as he rubbed her clit between his fingers, the silk barrier of her panties adding to the friction. She was so responsive, always so ready for his touch.
Looking up, he restrained a curse as the limo pulled into the estate. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait to have her, to sink his cock inside the velvet fist-tight grip of her pussy. The way she took him, milked his flesh, and stroked him to completion was a hunger he couldn’t seem to sate.
Straightening from her, he helped her to slowly sit up, taking his gaze from her only long enough to watch as the front doors opened and the security personnel gave him the go-ahead to exit the vehicle. Abdul opened the limo door.
He trusted the men he had hired-men he knew could not be bought by his brothers, and whose loyalty was tied to him through the club.
“Khalid.” Their commander stepped outside, well armed, his piercing gaze scanning the darkness for threats before turning back to his boss.
“Any problems tonight, Braque?” Khalid asked, as he stepped from the limo. He turned and helped Marty from the car.
“We had some visitors by the north fence.” Braque strode down the steps with one of his men. They flanked him and Marty as they moved to the house. “No one got in, but I wanted to be here myself in case they tried again.”
Braque and his men escorted them into the house. Khalid noticed with a sense of amusement that Marty showed not so much as a shred of recognition where Braque was concerned. He knew the other man had made her several offers to join his security teams. Offers she was actually considering.
“We’ve kept a constant check on your suite as well as the rest of the upstairs rooms,” Braque assured him, as he and Marty moved to the stairs behind one of the other guards. “Will you be going up now?”
“Yes, we’re retiring now,” Khalid assured him. “Should we need to leave my suite, you will be informed.”
Braque nodded. “I took the liberty of having a tray of food sent to your room when you arrived. I know what Anger’s buffets are like.”
“Filled with calories with no staying power,” Marty remarked with a light laugh.
“Exactly.” Braque’s answering grin was filled with amusement.
And he liked keeping his clients alive. The easier it was to keep them to one general area, the better he liked it. Hence the food waiting for them in the suite. It would keep Khalid and Marty from wandering the halls in need of a midnight snack.
While moving up the stairs, Khalid kept his eyes on the men ahead of them. They were spread out, less obtrusive than many bodyguards he’d had over the years, and much better at their job while staying well back.
At first he had been hesitant about accepting Ian’s suggestion that he hire them until this situation had been resolved. Now he was thankful he had. Someone had tried to slip onto the estate the very night that Shayne hadn’t been with them to help secure the house.
Even Abdul had been unaware that Shayne wouldn’t be there until they had left. Whoever his brothers had hired to attack Marty hadn’t worried about facing Khalid as well as two FBI agents. Fortunately for Khalid, no one had known until this evening that Braque and his men were watching the estate.
“When did you hire them?” Marty asked, as they stepped into the suite.
She turned to stare at him as though trying to read past whatever answer he would give her.
“Several days ago,” he informed her. “They’ve been staying out of sight until tonight.”
“You didn’t trust Shayne and me to protect you?” She laid her little purse on the antique table just inside the door.
“I hired them as backup, not protection. Besides, you’re my lover, not my bodyguard,” he answered her. “I had them secure the house when I learned Shayne wasn’t returning with us tonight.”
“I see,” she murmured, moving farther into the room. “So, will they be here permanently?”
“I would imagine they will be. At least for a while,” he told her. “I sleep easier with you in the bed sleeping with me. Neither of us will have to worry about the security of the estate this way.”
Khalid followed her slowly, crowding her closer to the large bed on the other side of the room.
“Do you have a problem with this?” he asked her silkily.
“Would it do me any good to have a problem with it?” A delicate brow arched mockingly.
“We would, of course, discuss it,” he promised, as he shed his evening jacket.
“Oh, I just bet we would.” Eyes narrowed, she watched as he toed his dress shoes from his feet.
“I’m always willing to discuss any problems you might have, dear,” he assured her, as he began to loosen the buttons of his shirt.
“Somehow I doubt it would be an acceptable discussion.” The edge of mockery in her voice had his lips tilting in acknowledgment.
“I would always do my best to accommodate you,” he promised her, as his gaze flicked over the ballgown she still wore. “However you need.”
“And if my needs didn’t include sex at the moment?” Her head tilted as her arms crossed over her breasts. “What if the discussion topic was something that required words rather than actions?”
