“Keep going,” he said through gritted teeth. “Make me come, Ravyn. Make. Me. Come.”
Well, alright, another command she could get on board with. Ravyn rocked her hips in a series of fast pumps, then she came up to sit straight on him, reaching a hand behind her until she could feel his heavy sac. Moving it between her fingers, she began riding him slowly, easing up and sliding down. This time it was Steele who grabbed the sheets, pulling them until they popped up from the mattress. Ravyn kept moving, circling her hips, lifting, then sliding down, all while working his balls back and forth until her thighs began to tremble.
“Yeah,” Steele moaned. “Hell, fuckin’ yeah!”
He was coming. She could feel the jolts in his dick still buried deep inside her. She was too, her legs clamping around his, her fingers going still on his balls, the other hand clasping her breast. For what seemed like forever, they stayed like that, both sighing, breathing heavily, whispering something akin to “thank you very, very much” and keeping their eyes closed because they weren’t able to think about what else to do.
Ravyn had no idea when she collapsed on his chest, but it seemed like some time after that he was carrying her into the bathroom.
“You go first,” he said in his normal snappish tone and set her inside the shower before switching on the water and closing the door to the shower stall.
He didn’t leave the bathroom, was most likely handling the condom and all that good stuff. She couldn’t really see through the clouded shower doors, but she could make out the outline of his body. Seconds later she was looking at the real deal when he pulled the shower doors open. Momentarily startled that he’d obviously changed his mind, she dropped her washcloth. He bent to retrieve it and she saw more tattoos on his back, along with a few very ugly scars. When he stood she grabbed the cloth and finished washing. There were no words exchanged while they washed, climbed out of the shower and walked back into her room.
He was going to leave. She was okay with that. But when would she get her money?
“It’s late,” he said and grabbed her hand, leading her to the bed. “Get some sleep.”
“I don’t really sleep,” she said and was glad it was dark in the room so he couldn’t see the embarrassment on her face.
“What do you mean, you don’t sleep? Are you nocturnal, like a bat?”
“No,” she said and slid her hand out of his grasp. “I just don’t sleep. It’s not always safe to let your guard down in that way. But anyway, when are you gonna make the deposit into my account?”
“Tomorrow,” he said. “Tonight, you sleep.”
And when he eased her into the bed, pulling the sheets up to her neck, Ravyn was shocked to feel him slide into the bed beside her.
Chapter Eight
Rays of sunlight were just peeking through the sheer curtains at the hotel window when Steele appeared in the center of the room. Although immediate movement was possible the moment he came out of a fade, he remained still, looking around the space.
What the hell was he doing?
Saving her.
And sleeping with her. He’d literally slept in the same bed, holding her close to him for the last few hours. That could be construed as him being her personal guard, which was more Magnum’s area at the company. Or it could be what it was, him actually liking the act of holding her while she slept.
A string of curses followed that thought, and he moved, stalking across the room to pull the curtains closed. He took another shower, a longer one filled with steam that he hoped would clear his mind of the nonsense that had been residing there where this woman was concerned. This human woman who didn’t want him in her life any more than he wanted to be there, but had opened herself to him in the hottest way possible.
Half an hour later, after he’d pulled on sweatpants and a T-shirt, Steele walked barefoot out into the living area of the suite. He sat in the uncomfortable chair behind the too-small desk and powered up his tablet. The second it was up and ready he dialed a number and then propped the tablet up so he could see the screen.
“Good morning, Sunshine!” Isla said in a tone that was full of anything but golden cheer at the moment.
Actually, Isla never had a cheery tone. On the occasions that Steele saw her, which were few and far between because, besides his recent defection, Isla was the only Drakon who didn’t stay in her designated suite at the Office. She preferred her space, that’s the reason she gave Theo or any of the others anytime they asked about her not being there. Steele never asked. Not because he didn’t care about her, but because he knew the value of having personal space.
“Hey,” he replied in just as droll a tone as she’d used. “I met with that new client, Daron Robles yesterday.”
“Okay,” she said and turned her attention to another screen while her fingers raced over a different keyboard.
Isla’s office/living space was located in the Towers, otherwise known as Masters Towers, which was owned by Theo. This was the official business location of Legion Security and it was where the company’s thirty-two human employees worked. Isla was often the only Drakon in the building—after the meeting with Chief Lord Hikeen Montoy had gone terribly wrong and Shola had been kidnapped—cloaked in extra layers of Drakon magick as well as a full-scale security arsenal that would make the weapons at a military base as worthless as those metal detectors at the doorway of the courthouse.
“Senator Daron Robles, age forty-nine, race Afro Caribbean, marital status single. Political career started as a city representative twenty-four years ago. With the financial backing of the Burgess City Enforcers and The Winston Group, he won
