Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Bodie’s hands circle my waist, pulling me against him as he rides me.
Rides me hard and fast. My orgasm bursts outward in a glorious shower of pleasure that ripples through my body. I cry out from the perfect feeling, tiny shudders dancing up my spine when Bodie slams deep and groans out his release inside of me.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispers as he starts to move again, tiny thrusts to prolong the tremors of a fading orgasm.
My head lifts, and I look at Kynan. He’s got his head bowed over his cards, but there’s no mistaking the amused smile on his face.
I twist my neck, looking at Bodie, who is grinning at me triumphantly.
“Proud of yourself?” I ask with a smirk.
“Yup,” he says, smoothing his hand over my ass. He squeezes and then pulls out. “Let me catch my breath, and then I want to go fuck in The Waterfall Room.”
“The Waterfall Room?” My interest is definitely piqued.
Bodie gently sets the crotch of my panties to right and lowers my dress over my ass. I rise from the couch and turn to face him.
With a hand to the back of my neck, he bends down to give me a kiss. It’s our first of the evening. When he pulls back, his eyes are dancing with wickedness. “I want to fuck your tits under the waterfall. Then your mouth. Want to feel that little throat thing you did on me again.”
“Dirty man,” I murmur appreciatively. I hope it doesn’t take him long to recharge because I’m ready to go again.
Right now.
I know my hormones are out of whack, and I’m definitely hornier than normal. The thing is, I really don’t know if it’s the hormones or Bodie, because I only feel this way when I’m in proximity to him.
Strange.
Bodie’s eyes slide past me to Kynan, and he gives a little wink and nod of his head. I don’t even bother to look at Kynan because I already know the expression that will be on his face.
Amused.
He’ll definitely be amused.
CHAPTER 11
Bodie
Someone pushes a beer in my hand as I make my way through the crowd. I turn to see Hannah Miles standing next to a cooler filled with ice and long necks.
“Thanks, Hannah banana,” I say with a grin. “Where’s Steven?”
She rolls her eyes. “At the casino. Where else?”
My smile turns sympathetic. Hannah’s a woman who doesn’t get much satisfaction at home. Much like Rachel, she’s married to her job. The difference between the two women is Hannah does it for financial security to support her family and her husband’s gambling habits. Rachel does it because she loves it.
“Bodie,” someone calls from across the crowd. I look up and glance around, locating Cage standing near the door that leads onto Kynan’s back patio.
He’s throwing a sort of “employee appreciation” party which he does periodically. Our crew at Jameson functions a lot like a family. By the nature of our work, we have to have the utmost respect and trust in each other. That doesn’t mean we have to all like each other personally, but we do have to have enough of a bond that we can depend on each other when the going gets tough. Kynan likes to foster that by bringing us together as a group every so often.
It’s nothing fancy. Usually just beer and burgers at his house, but it is a good way for us to relax and connect with each other. Add in employee spouses or partners, and there are easily a hundred people here today. That’s not even counting everyone since some teams are out on missions.
Winding my way over to Cage, I find him talking to Locke and Benji.
“What’s up?” I say as I reach the guys.
“Not much,” Locke says in return. “Are you geared up for next week?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I say as I twist the cap off my beer and pocket it. Truth be told, I’m ready for a little adventure.
Next week, a team of seven—myself and Rachel included—are headed to Singapore where we’ll provide temporary security for a diesel tanker traveling through the Strait of Malacca. Somali piracy is so yesterday. Today’s new and improved pirate targets diesel-laden cargo ships while they travel through choke points. Rather than take the crew of a ship hostage for ransom, they merely overpower and subdue so they can siphon off the gas, which fetches upward of half a million dollars on the black market for one good score. Merchant ships have taken to hiring private security groups to escort them through the choke points. We’ll fly into Singapore, board the ship, and travel with it through the strait to ensure its safety.
“So,” Benji drawls in a lowered voice after he steps in closer to me. “Is it true? Hart’s pregnant? We’ve asked Cage, but he’s playing all stupid.”