Breaking free, she opened her handbag, pulled out a condom, and tossed it on the unmade bed. She tore off her jacket, set her Glock on the console, then flipped open the buttons on her shirt. When finished, she didn’t slip it off her shoulders. She sauntered close and waited.
With the back of his finger, he caressed her skin. First, her chest, then the swell of each breast. His ravenous gaze making her crazy with need. He slipped his hands into the shirt, then lifted the material over her shoulders. It fell to the floor. Her attention was glued to his. His actions were slow, deliberate. He had this amazing ability to control the situation, his actions and her reactions.
Despite her accelerating heart rate, her breathing fell in line with his. She loved the level of control he exhibited. Moving slowly, she reached around and unhooked the strap. The bra fell away, leaving her breasts exposed. She pinched her already hard nipples. His husky groan turned her wetter still. “Suck my tits, Stryker. And fuck me for your own pleasure.”
She shimmied out of her pants, then her thong. Now, naked, she waited…for him.
“You are so damn gorgeous. I need to be inside you.”
Trembling from anticipation, she unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it. After he stripped out of his jeans and boxers, she stroked his cock, rubbing his wetness over the head. Her breathing had grown jagged, her body desperate to connect with his. One look into his feral eyes and she jumped into his arms and clung to him.
Beyond his beauty, there was a confidence that rocked her to her core. He was in total command, in complete control. Calm, yet intense. She’d never met anyone like him.
He laid her on the bed, then covered himself with the condom.
“I’m gonna fuck you good.”
She spread her legs. The unrelenting pulsing had her groaning. He held himself up with one arm and she stroked his hard triceps. Then, he positioned himself at her opening, but he didn’t press on. “Do you want me?” There was a playfulness in his voice that surprised her.
She couldn’t regulate her breathing. She arched up toward his cock, nudging the head inside her. “Better,” she rasped out.
He pushed on and she cried out. “So good. Deeper.” He tunneled in more and stopped. She groaned through the excitement.
“Beg me, Emerson. Beg me to fuck you.”
“I’m dying for you, Stryker. I need it hard and fast.”
He was giving all of himself to her and she loved it. The faster and harder he pumped, the harder she gave it back to him. In and out, again and again. The fear, the loneliness, and the difficulty of her career faded away. All she saw were his beautiful eyes, locked on hers. The desire spilling from him into her, taking her higher and higher.
And then…his mouth found her nipple and she cried out. Pure, radiant pleasure had her groaning out his name as he pulled the powerful orgasm out of her.
* * *
“Oh, yes, yes. I…I.” Her pussy tightened around him, and she cried out, her long impassioned groans sent him careening over the edge.
The orgasm pummeled him, the waves of pleasure quieting his troubled mind. “Fuck, Emerson. You feel so fucking good.”
The sex had taken the edge off, but Emerson had been exactly what he needed. Once they’d caught their breath, she sighed.
“Revenge fucking is the way to go,” she murmured.
Rooted inside her, Stryker could breathe. Something he hadn’t been able to do all damn day. The anger, the fury, the revenge floated away. Being with her soothed his tormented soul.
He dropped a worshipful kiss on her mouth before letting his tongue tangle with hers some more. The kiss continued and he found himself getting worked up all over again. “You’re a witch, aren’t you?”
“I do own a black cat and I love Halloween.”
“Look at you all relaxed.”
“Crazy, huh? I forgot all about being in a windowless room below ground.”
He laid beside her. “Sex, the cure for your phobia.”
Stryker admired her tenacity. She might be terrified in the confined space, but she was determined to gain control over her fear. The day had been a straight-up dumpster fire, but being with Emerson had breathed life back into him.
“What did you do today?” he asked.
Instead of laying her head on his chest, she pushed up on her elbows. Normally, he wouldn’t care that she didn’t snuggle, but he wasn’t ready to let her go yet. So, he tucked her hair behind her ear and caressed her shoulder, then her back.
