Billionaire Misery by Lexy Timms Page B

that Katie and Morgan were tired too, and she also couldn’t help but notice they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. She said, gently, “Why don’t you two call it a night? I’ll take the first watch.”
    “I’ll stay up with you,” Craig said, coming from the direction of the first bedroom. “You might need another gun on your side.”
    Morgan looked at both of them. He wanted to be alone with Katie. It was obvious, but he was worried about leaving them alone.
    Jessie pointed to the bedroom. “It’s okay, Morgan. We’ve got this.”
    Morgan’s eyes narrowed. “Am I going to wake up to find him in handcuffs?”
    Craig grinned. “Actually, she prefers the handcuffs.”
    There it was, that same old sardonic and often frat-boy humor of his that made her want to punch him or fuck him, and she never knew which she wanted to do more.
    Morgan and Katie headed to bed.
    The sudden silence grew deeper. Craig sat down beside her and said, “I hope your boss isn’t in those files.”
    “Me too.”
    Silence grew longer again. She turned to him, meaning to speak but, before she could, his mouth captured hers. Jessie knew she should resist. Yet she didn’t. She couldn’t.
    His mouth tasted of peppermint and Scotch as his tongue moved into her mouth, found her tongue, and teased it until they were kissing deeply. Her breath died then started again as his hands slid to her neck and then upward, his fingers resting right below her jawbone.
    She whimpered softly as she surrendered to his touch and kiss. Her hands found his shoulders and then ran down his arms, finding the outlines of his hard muscles and smooth skin.
    He pulled away, his breathing heavy as he stepped back and began unbuttoning his shirt. His gaze never left hers.
    She reached over and pushed his hands away to help him and, as he tugged out of his shirt, she stared at the bullet-proof vest. “Damn, you’re hot,” she mumbled. The mixture of biker and cop look beyond sexy.
    Craig pulled the Velcro straps off and winced as it came across his rib cage. Jessie stepped close and helped remove the vest. Her hands felt cool against the heat of his skin. She ran her fingers over the bruise already forming where her bullet had hit. She bent down and ran her lips over the skin. “I’m so sorry,” she mumbled. Her fingers curled around his belt as she steadied herself.
    A groan deep from the back of his throat escaped. His hands gripped her elbows and pulled her up to face him. “It’s fine,” he muttered, his eyes ablaze with hunger. He held her and, as he kissed her, he backed her up to the large leather couch. The back of her knees brushed the edge and she slowly sank down into its softness, pulling Craig along with her.
    His kneeled in front of her and slipped his hand into the slit of her skirt, starting just above her knee and sliding up her inner thigh. He growled when his hand came across her gun. “That. Is. Fucking. Sexy.” His hand grabbed the material of her red dress and he pulled it up over her hips. The slit fell open, exposing her black lace thong and the black lace garter holding the weapon. He pulled his lips away and looked down. “Fuck,” he murmured. “A woman who can handle a pistol. That’s a fucking turn-on.”
    She grinned slyly as she removed the gun and set it on the table beside them. She reached for the garter, and his hand stopped her.
    “No. Leave it.” His eyes stayed glued to her legs and hips.
    “What about the dress?”
    “I’ll rip that to shreds,” he said as he undid his belt and pants. They slid down his hips, and she saw the outline of his erection pressing hard against the black boxer briefs.
    She wanted him inside her. Now. All the anxiety and stress of the past day broke free, and she needed release from it. She wanted to forget about everything except how good he felt inside of her. She leaned forward, biting his shoulder as she reached around and pulled his briefs over his perfectly curved ass. She