Trained for Seduction (13 page)

It was because Emma had finally left her. If Emma couldn’t have her knight in shining armor, she was out of there. Or maybe, she died and was rotting somewhere in her mind. There was nothing but Kate now.

A cold-hearted, fucking hot, killing machine.

****

The next morning Kate woke to the sound of an alarm for the first time while in Chase’s arms. As his words from the night before came back to haunt her, she realized she wanted to be anywhere else. She didn’t want to go to work, and if she couldn’t love him, she didn’t want his arms anywhere near her.

She knew he was awake, but he didn’t stir. Well, his cock did, hardening and lengthening against her ass. Desire swirled upward and outward from her stomach, wetness readying her for sex she wasn’t supposed to have, as if her traitorous body forgot it was Monday and technically they were done. But it was human nature to want what you couldn’t have. Need lubed her pussy, made her breasts ache for his touch. He hadn’t done a thing and she’d never wanted him more.

“Fuck, I hate Monday.” He groaned, kissed her neck, then slid from the bed. “What is on your schedule today?”

“Spy games with Jake on base in the morning. The lab in the afternoon. That’s been my schedule for the last few weeks.”

God, would she ever get used to seeing him naked? The man had no modesty, not caring he was hard as he walked to the closet and contemplated his outfit for the day.

She didn’t have much for options, and since Jake was going to administer her daily ass kicking, it would be a tank top and camo pants for her, because that what she moved best in. She usually just tossed a lab coat over whatever for the afternoon. No one cared what she wore as long as she had a lab coat and credentials. But Chase would be devastatingly handsome in a suit, no doubt.

“What are you working on in the lab?”

“Classified information, Sanders.” She was working on exploding bullets right now, which would fascinate the hell out of him. But she wasn’t sharing. Two could play his game.

His lips twitched as he glanced over at her. “I’m your boss.”

“Not in the lab, you’re not. So you bring me the paperwork, I’ll tell you what I’m working on.”

“I think you’ll find that I outrank your boss in the lab.” He hung a dark navy suit on the door and turned. “It will probably change come Wednesday so don’t get too comfortable.”

She hugged her knees to her chest, hoping to quell the growing ache as she watched him be so domestic, rifling through his drawers, probably for socks and underwear. “Why?”

He hesitated, his hand in a drawer still. “Because I said so. I’m the boss.”

Damn him, that wasn’t why. Something would happen Tuesday, she guessed, and he knew this. Perhaps she was coming up on assignment faster than he thought because he went from emotionless mask mode to all boss when he said that. All boss was the hardcore version.

She realized that Chase the boss would always be at war with Chase, her lover. If she wanted to stay here, in his bed, in his arms, the two would battle and ultimately the boss would win, hands down. Could she do that, day in, day out?

Then he leaned in, kissed her quickly, and gave her a rare, breathtaking smile, one that could fuel the entire electric grid for D.C. She would kill the most heinous bad guy for him if he promised to smile like that at her in reward. “Good morning, love. If you want to shower down the hall, you can.” He went into his bathroom and turned on the shower.

Damn him again. She wanted to shower with him. He was the one who woke her with a hard-on. The fact that she was wet, needy, and aching was his fault. She could masturbate quickly and take care of her problem. Or she could suck it up and make him fuck her, because the orgasm he gave her would be ten times better.

She pursed her lips and shoved her hand in her panties, finding her clit and rubbing. After a moment, she gave up. She rose, shed her panties and T-shirt, and slunk into the bathroom to demand sex.

He was finishing up brushing his teeth when she went in. He rinsed and wiped his mouth, his dark brows arched over surprised eyes in the mirror. She almost laughed, because it was mighty hard to surprise him.

She blurted out, “You have to fuck me. Now.”

His eyes widened more. “Now?”

“You woke me with a hard-on against my ass. I know we’re supposed to be more…professional, but if you don’t want me to demand sex from you, you can’t wake me with a hard-on in my ass. It’s a deal breaker.”

Now those eyes turned wary. He spun to face her, his hands gripping the sink edge, his cock impossibly harder, longer as he absorbed her words. “I told you that you could have sex as long as you remembered the rules.”

Yeah, yeah, fuck the rules. “I don’t want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me, hard.” She looked around. “On the bathmat. I don’t even want foreplay. I’m good to go. Just…fuck me.”

He drew in a long, ragged breath. “Jesus, Kate.”

But he didn’t move to take her, the bastard. So she crossed her arms over her aching breasts and tapped her foot. “Are you going to fuck me, or what? I’ve never been this horny, and I don’t want to go to work and have Jake grope me and be this horny. That’s not a good idea. God only knows what I might do.”

If she wanted a reaction from him, Jake’s name was the way to get it. His nostrils flared slightly, his eyes narrowing. “On your knees,” he commanded, all business, so bossy in a way that increased her need. Dampness turned to a small flood, her juices dribbling on her inner thigh.

She held out her hand, and the glint in his eyes faded when he saw the foil packet in her fingers. He rolled the condom on as she dropped to the bathmat, feeling vulnerable yet sexy as he lowered himself behind her. “I’ll fuck you from behind, if you want it fast and hard. Hands on the floor.”

Was she really doing this? She put her palms on the fuzzy white mat, arms shaking under her weight. He grabbed her hip with one hand, the other guiding the head of his cock along her folds, gathering her wetness.

“My God you’re wet,” he whispered with awe. He had to find the view of her ass and pussy incredible.

“Shut up and fuck me, Sanders,” she whispered back, wanting him inside of her, now.

He nudged in and then slammed the entire length of his shaft deep inside, to the hilt. She gasped, never expecting in a million years that the slight burn of him stretching her would be arousing, that it would feel that good, and that she’d be that ready.

That one stroke was like a hard shove on the swings, launching her sky-high. He slammed again, and she moaned, rocking with the delicious impact. She lowered herself to her elbows so she could use one hand to stimulate her clit.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Finger yourself, love. Don’t come until I tell you.”

He thrust again and again, his balls slapping her pussy lips, and fuck if she wasn’t there already, the energy building, begging to be released around his shaft. She arched and shoved back, wanting him deeper. Her skin tingled, the nerve endings dancing with electricity, probably generated from that earlier smile of his. “Fuck me harder.”

“Love, I’m pounding here. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said through gritted teeth, his pace fast and furious against her ass, deep in her pussy.

She clenched the edge of the bathmat in her fist, panting, sweat beading on her forehead. There, so there, like standing in front of a raging fire, knowing it was dangerous to jump in but wanting nothing more. “Come for me, Chase,” she urged.

He faltered, thrusting out of rhythm, his body tensing at her words. She found it hard to believe a woman had never asked him to come for her. The man was sin in sneakers. Women probably came for him at the drop of his hat and begged him to come, too. “Come for me, baby,” she coaxed again.

“You know what I need,” he ground out, slamming harder than before.

“No.” Did she? Her inner walls spasmed from being primed, ready to detonate.

“Talk smart to me.”

She blinked. He was so…odd. And it was hard to think of something he’d consider smart when she was ready to blow apart at the seams. All she wanted was to come, because her toes hurt from clenching already. “Copernicium-285 has a half-life of twenty-nine seconds.”

“Shit, yes.” His groan echoed off the damp, tiled walls. He pumped once, twice, and came.

“Me,” she wailed, afraid he would forget. “You need to command me!”

He gave a low laugh and kissed her back. “Come for me, love.”

“Thank you,” she breathed and came harder than she had yet, her toes ready to break off from curling and clenching so hard. She leaned against both her elbows and rode the wave of pleasure, his cock still pumping her, milking every last contraction from her pussy.

She collapsed, her knees buckling, taking him down with her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, kissing her shoulder, then her neck. They lay that way for a moment, the only sounds their ragged breathing echoing off the walls.

“Copernicium-258?”

“It’s an isotope of copernicium, element one-twelve on the periodic table.”

“I don’t know that one.”

She shrugged. “It wasn’t added until just recently.”

“Better?” he asked. “I don’t need to worry about you going to work and raping my best friend? That would scar him for life. I’d have to get him therapy.”

She smiled, loving his warped sense of humor. The devil was amusing when he wished to be. He was also alternately charming and an ass, and she needed to remember that, especially now. “I think you’ve seen to Jake’s safety.”

“I should get up. I’m going to be late.”

“Serves you right for making me horny.”

He kissed her shoulder again, and she sensed that he hesitated. “I could get us up a little earlier, you know. So if my hard-on wakes you in an inappropriate manner, I would have time to satisfy you as needed. So Jake wouldn’t have to worry about sexual harassment.”

“How kind of you to ensure Jake’s safety on a daily basis,” she said with a laugh.

“It’s my job, as the boss, to ensure that all of you are safe. If possible.” He withdrew and rose.

She rolled to see him wince as he stood. “You okay?”

“My knee doesn’t like the floor.”

“Then next time, find a better place. Geesh, you could have fucked me in a bunch of places, Sanders. Some man whore you are, waiting for the near virgin to tell you these things.”

“Really. Like?” He arched a brow and deposited the condom in the toilet.

“The counter, that chair, against the shower wall…endless possibilities. You’re not very adventurous.”

He snorted. “If you only knew, love. And I think you passed near virgin on Saturday morning.”

“Technically you took my virginity Saturday morning, so I’m still only forty-eight hours open.”

He glanced at the little clock on one of the bathroom shelves and groaned. “Fifty-two hours, and I am so late.” He slid into the shower, and she jumped up and joined him. Why not? It would conserve water.

He cringed, hands up protectively in front of his chest, and retreated into the corner of the shower. “What? No. I’m late enough. Please, no more sex.”

Seeing him, cowering against the wall with mock fear on his gorgeous face made her giggle. God she loved…no. She liked him whole bunches, especially when he was playful like this.

She growled at him. “Shut up and wash me, Sanders. If you’re lucky, I won’t need your services again.”

He grinned and kissed her. “I’ll service you any time.”

“That’s a good boss. Now wash my back.”

****

Later that morning Chase leaned against the SUV, feeling voyeuristic watching Kate work out with Jake. A girl in combat boots, camo pants, and a tank top, holstered with a handgun on her thigh was fucking hot. He knew she probably had more weapons on her—a knife, probably another gun at her ankle. He only wanted her more.

Then Jake grabbed her ass in a more-than-work move and she laid him flat out, straddled him, holding his hands over his head. She growled, “Hands, Anderson.”

He knew Jake too well. In the real world, he would have flipped her and showed her exactly who was boss, in more ways than one. But Jake only smiled and said something in that drawl of his, and she laughed. Jealousy boiled in Chase’s stomach. God damn that Jake, Chase would give anything to have her straddle him. Being the boss sucked.

But then she looked in his direction—not Jake’s—and her smile changed, as if she was remembering the pleasure he’d given her earlier, despite their vow to be more professional. Jealousy was quickly replaced with smugness and the burn of lust. Chase nodded to her. She looked down at Jake, said something, rose, and trotted his way with a water bottle in hand.

“Took you long enough to notice I was here,” Chase grumbled. “And you do realize, Jake could have flipped you and killed you without thinking twice?”

She stopped in front of him, close enough for him to touch her if he wanted, but far enough away that people wouldn’t guess how well she knew him. “Yes, but Jake sometimes needs reminding about his roaming hands, and since the women he fucks don’t seem to be that physical, it seems to hit home with him nicely.”

“Fucks?” He raised his brows.

“If you fuck women, then Jake must, too. He’s less of the girlfriend type than you are.” Kate gave him the once over. “Someone’s grumpy today. After what I did to you outside the shower, you should be a very, very happy man.” She took a swig of her water and stared up at him, a smudge of dirt on her nose. “Are you here as my boss or my friend with benefits?”

“Both?” He sighed and tried to wipe the soil from her face, but failed. “I got roped into a dinner engagement, and our hostess wants me to bring you.”

“Me? I thought we were cooling things off. Being more professional.”

There was nothing professional with how she had attacked him that morning, but he had wanted her so badly it was worth it. They’d start being professional Tuesday.

“It’s a work thing. You’re new, people want to meet you.”

“Oh.” She glanced over her shoulder at Jake, then back at him, suspicious. “Does Jake know about us?”

Chase looked out at Jake over her head. Jake cocked a brow and grinned. Chase looked back at her. “Jake knows.”