Harris (Alpha One Security #1)(7)

By: Jasinda Wilder



Jon Lonigan and Callie MacPhereson were one of the most high profile Hollywood celebrity-couples in the world, married after a whirlwind romance that had been on the front page of every gossip rag in the world. Despite both of them having been married to other people at the time of their romance, they seemed to be making it work, since they’d been together for a good six years already and married for four, which in Hollywood terms is an eternity. They’d recently had their first child together, a beautiful little girl they’d named, in classic Hollywood style, Cleopatra. Yes, Cleopatra Lonigan. I mean, it’s got a ring to it, but…Cleopatra? Really?

“So you’re leaving again?” I asked, only pouting a little.

“Seems like it.”

“You just got back.” I sounded a little petulant, but then I felt a little petulant.

I knew I’d signed up for this and all, getting together with a man like Nick Harris, but it still sucked.

“I know. But this is a big case. Huge.”

“You’re huge,” I joked, and then reached for Harris, pulling him to me using his cock as a handle. “Think you can go again? I need to stock up, if you’re leaving again already.”

“Jesus, woman. I’ve come twice in the last thirty minutes. Give a guy a minute to recuperate.” Yet, despite his protests, I felt him stirring a little.

“Can’t help it if I’m starved for your loving. You were gone for two weeks. Two weeks! That’s fourteen days without your dick. Fourteen days of my vibrator, which just doesn’t cut it.”

“You’re insatiable, babe.” He leaned against me, pressing me back against the wing, kissing me.

“Like you’re any better?” I asked.

Oh yeah, definitely stirring. I stroked some life into it.

“No, I’m not better. Can’t get enough of you. Never will, I don’t think.”

“So how about this time you bring me with you? I can help with the case and keep your bed warm.”

He was hard by this time. Still perched on the edge of the wing, I slid him home, wrapped my arms around his neck and a leg around his waist so he hit the angle I liked best. This time I did the work, grinding my hips on him.

Seriously, Nicholas Harris was a beast, an absolute animal. Insatiable, unstoppable, wickedly virile. I couldn’t have custom designed a better man to meet my own unquenchable sexual thirst if I’d tried.

“You’re not coming with me,” Nick said, cupping my tits in his hands.

“Yes I am.”

“No, you’re not. Holy hell, don’t stop. I’m close.”

“I’m so coming with you.” I kept doing what I was doing, rolling my hips with Nick’s cock buried deep. His thick shaft hit me just so, which meant he was making me come too. “And I’m coming, like right now. Oh god, that’s good. How can it get better every single time, no matter how many times we fuck?”

“I don’t know, but it does. Jesus, you feel good. So fucking good.” He held onto both my thighs now and took over the thrusting, pumping himself to climax for the third time, and me for the…fifth? Sixth? I’d lost count. “And you’re staying here. If whoever took Cleo Lonigan was willing and able to snatch her right out of their Malibu mansion in broad daylight, they’re at least reasonably professional and likely very dangerous. I’m not risking you.”

I let him pull free, holding onto his neck until he was out of me, and then I pressed my face into his chest. “I’m not staying here again, Nick. I’m just not. I’ve stayed back almost every mission. I want to go. I’m getting bored here.”

Nick paced away from me, running his hand through his hair in frustration. He jerked his jeans off the floor and shoved his feet into them, not bothering with underwear. Then he grabbed his boots off the floor, but didn’t put them on. Walking over to the control panel, he jabbed the button to open the bay doors, stopping it when they were open just wide enough to admit a body.

Paused in the opening. “Layla—god, you’re so fucking stubborn. I’m telling you, you can’t come on this one. I’ll bring you on the next one, I promise.”

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