JOSS: A Standalone Romance (Gray Wolf Security) by Glenna Sinclair

length. I groaned, and she smiled almost innocently up at me.
    “You’re cruel.”
    Her eyebrows rose, amusement curling her full lips.
    I could only take it a moment longer. Then I grabbed her and turned her so that her chest was flat against the cold marble. I had to pull her hips out till she was almost perpendicular to the wall, her legs spread for balance, then I bent my knees and slid the head of my cock inside of her. I closed my eyes, another moan slipping from my lips as her body opened just slightly, just enough to welcome me inside of her. She was such a perfect fit, not too tight, not too loose. It was as if her body was made for mine.
    I was just moving into a nice movement, a slow roll and then a thrust, another roll, teasing her with little touches on all the places deep inside that drove her wild. The position was amazing, but I wished I could see her face. I loved to watch that look of ecstasy dance over her features. But the way she pushed her hips back against me, the way she made this sort of wiggling move, told me more than I needed to know.
    I wanted to make it last, so I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on anything but the pleasure riding the length of my cock, bursting through the nerve endings in each inch of my spine. I was getting close despite my efforts to hold on. And then…
    “Daddy? Are you up yet?”
    Joss immediately moved away, pressing herself up against the wall as if she could disappear into it. Her movement caused me to lose my balance, and I slammed hard against the wall with the palm of my hand.
    “Daddy?”
    “I’m up,” I called over the sound of the water. “Go downstairs and wait for me, McKelty. I’ll be there when I’m done in the shower.”
    “Okay.”
    Her voice was already moving away by the time that last okay reached my ears. A second later, I heard the bedroom door slam.
    “I’ve got to start locking that door,” I said.
    Joss looked at me through wide, startled eyes. And then she laughed, this silent laugh that made her eyes dance with amusement. I couldn’t watch her like that and not laugh, too. I drew her to me, trapping her against the wall in front of me, chuckling softly with my forehead against hers. Her laughter died, and she kissed me, reigniting the fire that began to die at the sound of my child’s voice. If she’d caught us…but she didn’t. And now I could watch Joss’ face as her pleasure washed through her.
    The memory was still vivid in my mind.
    She was sitting on the porch now, a content expression on her face as she watched us. A weariness filled her eyes, as McKelty turned and waved at her. It was becoming an issue, her coldness where McKelty’s natural desire to share affection was concerned. However, I had a feeling it would go away. Soon. I hoped.
    McKelty had a way of melting even the hardest of hearts.
    I tossed the ball to McKelty again and laughed as it sailed over her head and landed in the rose bush behind her.
    “Be careful of the thorns.”
    I started toward the deck, telling myself it was time for a break. However, just as I reached the top step, Joss frowned and tugged her cell phone out of her back pocket. I could see the tension in her shoulders as the frown marred those full lips.
    “Something’s wrong?”
    She nodded, as she met my eye. She glanced at McKelty, then looked at me again. A slight shake of her head told me it wasn’t about my daughter. But what else could it be about?
    She stood and handed me the phone.
    Bazarov planning hit on Matthews Shipping. Heading over to explain.
    “Who is this? Who’s coming over?”
    She touched the name at the top of the texting app, but it meant nothing to me. She frowned. She took the phone and opened the note-taking app she’d used with McKelty, quickly writing something before holding it up to me.
    Gray Wolf operative. My friend.
    I frowned. “You don’t mean that guy that made the scene outside McKelty’s school, do you?”
    A bit of caution came into