Operation: Tempt Me by Christina James

ever experienced. Gone was the slow, calculated loving
he had shown her so far. Replaced with an animalistic longing, a determination
so powerful it stole her breath.
    But she
matched his power and met his conquest with her own. Her tongue wrapped around
his as his hips thrust into hers, pummeling her pussy walls with stroke after stroke
of that magnificent cock. She screamed out with the building tension, but he
only swallowed her cries.
    Her hands
were most likely scratching him as she clawed at his back, but it was beyond
her power to stop. If she didn’t cling to him, she feared she’d fall into the
abyss hovering around her.
    The smell of
hot male flesh tinged with a spicy aroma sent her senses into overdrive and
spiraling out of control. With her lips locked with Miller’s, it prevented
Cambrie from inhaling as deep as she wished to memorize the scent of this sexy,
wild male in her arms.
    His hips,
powerful and unstoppable, thrust into hers over and over, his cock swelling as
each stroke became more sensitive than the last. She had to breathe. Breaking
the kiss, she gasped, her lungs filling with much needed oxygen.
    “Miller! Oh,
Miller.”
    “Ride me,
Cambrie. Ride me hard.” Without effort, he rolled under her, dragging her on
top of him, keeping his cock deeply seated in her throbbing pussy. Could she
ever get used to his strength?
    She reveled
in having control of the loving. Rocking her hips back and forth, she rode him
as he had demanded, but she did it her way. Swiveling her hips in circles
earned her a deep groan and flex of muscles as his upper body twitched off of
the bed.
    “Christ, woman.
You’re gonna kill me.”
    But he didn’t
tell her to stop. Instead, he settled back down, sucking deep breaths through
his lips, reminding her of a bull with a red flag in front of him.
    “I promise
not to kill you, Lt. Daly. Maybe just brand you a little.”
    He laughed,
between gasps. “God. Help. Me.”
    Feeling like
a new woman, Cambrie rode his cock like she was riding the toughest bull
around. She bucked and lifted, bucked and lifted, setting a pace that would
surely destroy both of them if they didn’t come soon. Her gaze settled on
Miller’s distorted face, his cool composure replaced with flushed skin and
gritted teeth. Hell, yeah. She’d make damn sure he never forgot her.
    Pivoting her
hips again allowed his cock to stroke a fascinating place just inside her
vagina. God, had that spot always been there? How come she’d never felt it
until now? Not wanting to lose the sensation, she fucked him harder and faster
as his hips thrust upward.
    Her pussy
tightened, sending shockwaves throughout her womb. Little spasms grew into
massive ones until she screamed out, “Miller! Yes. Oh, yes.”
    His body
tightened into one long stretch of muscles from toes to head, signaling his
release. But she couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed onto Miller’s chest,
the fine mat of hair lightly dampened with perspiration. The coolness against
her cheek was welcomed.
    “Cambrie. My
God. Cambrie.” Miller chanted her name about a dozen times, each time thrusting
and holding his cock deep inside her as his hands gripped her sides to keep her
anchored to his hips.
    She regretted
the need to use a condom, wondering what it would feel like to have him shoot
his hot load into her aching pussy. To feel his wetness after he removed his
cock from its place in her pussy.
    When his hips
stopped flexing, his arms circled her back and just held her. Not tight. Not
possessive.
    Just…intimately.
That was the only way to describe it. The sheer romance of his embrace causing
her to sigh when he urged her aside to clean up.
    Rolling onto
her back, she felt no shame in lying on her messed bed completely naked because
she didn’t have a lick of energy to make herself decent. Miller removed the
condom and turned to her. “Bathroom?”
    “Second door
on the right. Don’t worry. If you make a mistake, you’ll just end up in