Dangerous Liaisons: Stealing Secrets Page 6

  Her senses told her she wasn't alone a moment before hands grabbed at her from behind. The gunmen had found them. She screamed, batting at the hands, struggling to get away.

  "Cut it out, Sugar."

  Hearing Ace's voice, her terror melted like ice cream on the Fourth of July, and she turned to glare at him. He was standing there naked, scowling at her. “You almost scared me to death,” she said.

  "Ditto,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “Going someplace, Sweetheart?"

  "Yeah, as far away from you as I can get."

  "Not so fast, Sugar,” he said, snagging her wrist and hauling her out of the jeep.

  Melanie gasped when his hand manacled her wrist, he didn't need handcuffs to restrain her. He marched her over to a bench alongside the house, tugged her over his knee, and she went with a shocked yelp. Her soft belly and sensitive mound landed on his hard lap and it sent a jolt of pleasure through her. “Stop,” she yelled, alarm bells going off as she guessed his intention.

  "I told you I'd punish you if you ran out on me,” he said, flipping up her shirt, and tugging down her panties, to bare her naked bottom.

  A wave of heat rushed down her body, as she blushed, probably telegraphing right down to her exposed bottom. Oh, good heavens. The tropic sunshine warmed her backside, and she tried to wiggle away, but the arm around her waist held her fast. Heat spread throughout her bottom, making her clit stiffen and her sex ripple a second before his big hand spanked down on her bottom with a sharp thwack.

  "No!” Her sex quivered, getting wet as her bottom heated. “Stop that, you sadistic bastard."

  "Make me,” he said with a chuckle.

  She moaned as he laughingly referred back to her defiant words the night before. Quivering as he gave her another stinging spank, she tightened her body, trying not to respond. He kept up the stinging blows until she was arching back at him, whimpering with the need tightening inside her. She bit back a gasp as each spank drove her clit against his leg.

  "Count the spanks,” he ordered.

  Sucking in a shocked breath, she bit out, “No, damn it,” and tried to wriggle away, but his arm around her waist kept her restrained, in perfect spanking position. Stinging spanks rained down on her bottom like hot fire.

  "Count them,” he demanded, smacking her left cheek.

  Whimpering as it telegraphed right to her clit, she gave in to the inevitable. “One,” she said with a sniff.

  "Good girl,” he praised drawing back his hand.

  She shuddered, feeling strangely comforted. Then his palm landed on her right cheek and she moaned, “T—two."

  "We go to five, Sugar."

  Five! God, her butt was on fire now and she was so close to coming she knew he could feel it. “I won't make it...” Spank, he caught her from the bottom of her ass making her squeak with surprise and go on tiptoes.

  "Sure you will, and bottom down, Sugar,” he said, pressing her flat on his lap.

  Biting back a moan as the move pressed her belly and mound firmly against his growing hard-on; all she could do was feel the heat. When he drew back his hand and gave her another spank, she cried, “Four."

  "No, Sugar, you missed one."

  Her jaw tightened as she let out a growl, burning when she heard him laugh. He was getting off on this, damn it. He spanked her again and she sniffed. “Three, you sadistic bastard."

  "That's Ace or Master when I'm disciplining you."

  No way was she calling him that, no matter how crazy he made her.

  "No snappy comeback?” he said, giving her another spank.

  She moaned as heat went through her, arching out to accept his punishment. It was instinctive, and embarrassing, but she did it. “F-f-four,” she stammered.

  "Good girl,” he said.

  She melted against him, warmed by his praise. His big hand came down on her, making her moan and she sobbed, “Five."

  Draped across his lap, butt on fire, gasping for air, she cried silently. She could feel his hard cock getting bigger, practically thumping against her leg. Stunned, all she could do was feel the heat. She'd never been spanked before in her life, discounting the love taps he'd given her the night before. He caressed her sore bottom. She let out a little moan. His big hand rubbing her ass felt soothing, good. Breathless, on the verge of coming, she clung helplessly to him

  She arched her hips and her clit rubbed against his hair-roughened thigh. She gasped at the electric sensation. Her clit was stiff, her pussy getting wet. She was more than turned on by the spanking, her body all hot and melted, but she could keep it to herself, he didn't have to know. As he rubbed lower, her legs fell apart a little in sensual abandon. His hand inched between her spread legs to cup her mound and press, and she bit back a whimper as he held her needy sex in his big hand. Only a little more and she'd come. Surely he'd put her out of her misery.

  "Good, you're wet."

  She froze at the satisfaction in his voice and tried to pull her legs together in an attempt to reject him. He refused to budge, wedging her legs apart further with his big strong hand, and giving her a spank on the mound. “Oh,” she groaned, as pain and pleasure shot through her sensitive pussy.

  "Full access, victim."

  He pulled her up to sit astride him, handling her like a rag doll, making her head spin. She gasped as her bare pubes pressed against the hard-on, and he pulled off her shirt. She arched mindlessly against him needing him so bad.

  But his firm grip on her hips stopped her cold, bringing her out of her orgasmic haze. Sunshine licked her body, reminding her she was naked. “Stop,” she said half-heartedly, but felt her body melt against his. She gazed into Ace's sultry eyes, both angry and turned on. Her face heated. Probably as red as her ass. She glared back at him. It wasn't fair he was turning her into a sex addict while he remained in control. She looked up at Ace, noticing his half smile. Were his eyes twinkling?

  The thought pissed her off and she wriggled against the firm arm he had wrapped around her waist, and gasped when it only succeeded in grinding her tingling sex against his erection. His quick indrawn breath told her he was hurting, too. Good. She wanted him to feel as wild and frustrated as she did. Still she couldn't help burning for him. One night of passion had her hooked. A taste of the real thing had spoiled her for anyone else.

  His hands stroked down her back, shaping her form, and he squeezed her bottom. She trembled, as she saw the banked fires in his eyes. He wanted her just as much. “Oh, please,” she whispered when he pulled back.

  "I will.” He pulled her closer, until their bodies meshed, and then he kissed her.

  She kissed him back, starving for him, as her bare pussy pressed against his hot cock. Her swollen clit bumped up against him, and her budding nipples tingled as they rubbed against his hair-roughened chest. She whimpered, unable to stop herself from dragging them against him and torturing herself. She hissed at the waves of pleasure building in her, zinging through her sensitized clit. When he broke the kiss and pulled back, she gazed deep into his silver eyes. He was watching her, enjoying her enjoying him. It undid her last bit of restraint. “What are you doing to me, Cowboy?” she murmured, on fire for his touch.

  "Damned if I know,” he said, leaning forward to nibble her nape as his arms wrapped around her.

  Melanie trembled as his hot lips skimmed across her jaw, and she wound up sagging against him, her hands clutching his shoulders because he made her feel dizzy with desire. The fact he didn't sound happy about falling for her charms was demoralizing, but it wasn't enough to make her reject him. She wanted him one more time. His cock was throbbing against her sensitive pussy, making her tremble. “I want you.” She rolled her hips again, gasping at the pure pleasure when she pressed against his hard-on. She watched his eyes darken in response.

  His hands slipped down to grip her bare bottom, holding her still against him. “Behave."

  "Make me,” she said back with a grin when his eyes darkened with heat. He was barely keeping himself und
er control. His cock grew stiffer against her with every beat of his heart and beads of perspiration broke out on his brow. She was so glad to know she could push his buttons, make him lose control, even just a little bit. It was a balm for her wounded femininity. She might not be a femme fatale, but she could make him want her. She leaned forward to lap at the steady pulse beat in his throat, tasting his salty skin, hearing him groan, she murmured her confession against him, “I want you, Cowboy."

  His sexy chuckle drove her crazy on two points, it made her fantasize about what else she could do to make him make that sound again, and it pissed her off at the same time. “It's not funny,” she grumbled, nipping at his earlobe.

  "I know,” he said with a rueful laugh.

  She didn't know how to take that, but she didn't care as his erection rubbed against her sensitive mound.

  "Maybe you should take me back to bed,” she started to say as his hand found the sweet spot between her legs again. “Yes,” she said, with a sigh of passion, her head rolling back, her eyes closed. He took advantage of the situation to nibble her ear, suck on her neck and then drop down to capture her nipple in his hot mouth. “Oh my,” she said, as he drew hard-on it while teasing her clit with his rough fingertip. Her body started to spasm.

  "That's it, Sugar, go wild for me,” he groaned.

  She reached down to touch him, capturing his steely erection in her hand. He was so big; she could hardly hold him. Her thumb smoothed a drop of pre cum off his slit making him hiss. “Nice."

  "My thoughts exactly,” he said, picking her up so she was perched atop his hard-on. “Yes?” he asked for permission.

  Melanie trembled, as she looked deep into his passion dark eyes. “Oh yes. Take me, Cowboy.” She whimpered as he eased her onto his erection, sinking inch by inch onto his rampant cock until he filled her completely. When they were fully joined, she sighed with pleasure, her heart racing, even though so far he was doing all the work. “You feel so good inside me, Ace.” He groaned like her admission pained him.

  "Happy to oblige, Sugar,” he gritted out.

  Frantic for more, she arched her hips, taking him deeper, her swollen clit pressing against him. He was holding back, trying to be gentle, but she wanted all his wild passion.

  "Easy, Sugar,” he said, holding her tight to him as he thrust deeper up into her.

  Impaled, she could only sob out her pleasure as he controlled the thrusts. She was amazed at the strength that took as he held her pressed to him, and thrust up into her again and again. “Oh my,” she said, clutching his shoulders tight. She kissed him then, their mouths joined as their bodies were. Ace's tongue thrust into her mouth, in tandem with his cock's thrusts into her pussy, and she dissolved around him into a puddle of need. His shaft rubbed against her G-spot and she started to quiver, waves of orgasm starting as a ripple and then completely overtaking her.

  He stiffened, his thrusts harder, fiercer, and came high and hard inside her. Melanie clung to him as she came back to Earth, and snuggled against him. He smoothed a hand up and down her spine, and held her tight. Wrapped in the warm cocoon of his arms she closed her eyes, and slumped against him.

  Ace held Melanie tight, having the crazy notion to keep her as they drifted in afterglow. But he knew that wasn't possible. Instead, he gave her saucy bottom a little spank, gaining her attention, and regretted it in an instant when her pussy rippled around him. Time to get back on task before it was too late. When she pulled back to look at him questioningly, he asked, “You don't normally do field work for a living?"

  She smiled. “Now that's the understatement of a lifetime, Cowboy."

  Her quick sassy reply made him smile. She was an intriguing beauty that was for sure, as she watched him just as curiously, like he was just as fascinating. At least he had the satisfaction of knowing he intrigued her.

  "What was your first guess?” she said with a relaxed smile, adding, “It kind of nice sunbathing naked. I'll have to try it when I get home."

  With some other guy. “The way you fucked me last night ... like you meant it,” he said to get a rise out of her. Instead, she smiled at him, a smile that hit him in the gut.

  "So sue me. I'm not a pro. Heck I couldn't get clearance to do anything before I signed on for this mission."

  "How come?” he asked, studying her, and seeing her embarrassed blush. She had secrets she didn't want to tell him about. Hell she had a whole life he didn't know about. Why was he kidding himself that this was more than a brief encounter?

  "Who knows,” she said with a shrug and changed the subject. “Once you ransom me off I'll go back to my humdrum life. And never leave the computer lab again,” she added with a sigh, not meeting his eyes.

  Well that explained the electronics he'd taken off her. The fact she actually didn't sound eager to go back made him feel a little better. “And where does Jeb factor in to this picture?"

  She frowned up at him, sobering at his words. “That's right; you'll need to talk to him to trade me. I'm sure you've already figured out he's my agent in charge."

  It was the answer he'd expected, but her disappointment that he was going to trade her made him wonder. Did Jeb really want her dead; was she afraid to go back? “Why did he hang you out to dry?"

  She rolled her eyes. “Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe because I caught him with his pants down."

  "Oh, yeah,” he said, stifling a smile when he heard her disdain. “I heard you yelling about him getting a blow job on company time."

  "Yeah, like most men, he tends to think with his dick.” She gave him a defiant glance, her chin raising a notch.

  He tried not to smile, finding her feisty attitude charming, knowing she was probably referring to him. Hell, he was buried deep inside her honey walls, he couldn't deny it. “Touché,” he said studying her. “Tell me about your relationship with Jeb, and don't leave anything out."

  She sighed. “There's not much to tell. He swept into my computer lab last month, conned me into this mission, and now he's abandoned me. I can give you his cell phone number to call, but you might have more luck going above his head to his lead, Randal Cutler."

  "And what was your brilliant game plan if you'd succeeded in escaping?” He watched her eyes flash with fury.

  "Well I sure as hell wouldn't have kept driving into the jungle,” she shot back at him. “Your game plan needs work, Cowboy."

  He grinned because she was right. He was making this up as he went along. “And you'd have left me stranded, stealing my shirt, jeep, and cash.” He watched the guilty flush that colored her pretty face and marveled at it. An honest woman.

  "I would have sent help for you, eventually,” she said sassily, adding, “And I would have called someone who could help me."

  "Who?” he demanded, wondering whom she trusted more than him. Not that he'd given her much reason to trust him.

  "My old supervisor, Dorothy is..."

  "Your computer lab boss,” he said, appalled. She might as well wear a sign saying come get the stupid American wanna-be-spy. Her narrowed gaze told him she read his thoughts and didn't appreciate them.

  "So what's your game plan then?” she snapped.

  The dare in her voice made him smile. “We throw in our lots with bandits and thieves,” he said with a grin. The shock on her face was priceless.

  "Why am I not surprised,” she muttered.

  "By the way, I'm not a kidnapper,” he said, waiting for her reaction.

  She swept a scathing look down at his hands clamped on her hips, holding her captive. “What do you call this then?"

  "Negotiations,” he said with a shrug.

  Her eyes widened. “You've got a hell of a technique."

  "I'm not going to ransom you back.” He actually thought he saw excitement in her eyes and then it was gone in a flash.

  "Do you mean you're keeping me?"

  The question caught him off guard; it was just what he'd been contemplating. He grinned. “Do you want me to?” he asked s
tupidly, wanting to brand her as his, take her over and over again.

  "Of course not,” she looked away.

  "That's what I figured,” he said grimly. “It doesn't matter anyway. I'm Ace Walker of Delta Star and I'm trying to save your life."

  She rolled her eyes. “It's the same fake agency you mentioned yesterday. I've never heard of Delta Star."

  "I'm not surprised, it's black ops. And lower level..."

  "Computer geeks,” she filled in sourly.

  His eyes crinkled as he held back a grin. “Wouldn't have access or knowledge we existed. I was assigned to take out an assassin. You."

  She stared back at him, stunned as she digested the information. “If that's true, Ace, we're both in a hell of a lot of trouble."

  He nodded. At last, she was getting it. He watched a frightened look come over her face that troubled him. He made a vow to protect her.

  "Either you are a consummate liar, or you believe what you're saying and you're nuts. Why would anyone want to kill me? I'm no assassin."

  Her words echoed his thoughts but he didn't want to share that with her yet. “If I knew that we'd both be free and clear and you could run back to Jeb's arms.” He watched her glare and it told him the truth. Her womanizing AIC hadn't made it with her.

  "I am not sleeping with Jeb,” she said through gritted teeth.

  "So you said before. Listen up, Sugar, the death squad that attacked us last night was meant for one of us."

  "Probably you,” she said sourly. “Computer nerds usually don't have people trying to kill them."

  He smiled and let go of her hand. “I'm used to it."

  "Great,” she muttered, seeing his killer smile. Still the thought someone was after him filled her with anguish. “Ey up mi duck, I used your cell phone. It is you they're after."

  He nodded, agreeing with her line of reasoning. “Probably, but I'm not letting you go until I know for sure."

  "If you don't trust Jeb, or Dorothy, I do have another contact at the CIA we can trust."