Professional violinist Shayna Macintyre has a problem. Her borrowed, multi-million dollar Stradivarius violin has been stolen—and someone is leaving her threatening messages to present herself to them, or else. Mike Royce is used to being backup for the CIA, until him and his partner decided to retire and open their own security business. However, the best plans don’t always follow the rules when love is involved. Now, he’s working for the Omega Team on a special assignment as a babysitter. He’s never had a problem keeping things professional, until he sees Shayna, and now all he can do is think about her, and the very dirty things he wants to do with her. And to her. When the threat to Shayna’s life intensifies, Mike will do anything in his power to keep her safe. Even if it means spending days on end locked up with her.
“Last chance,” he let her feel how hard he was for her. His dick barely contained inside the
tight briefs. There was no way in hell he could or would be able to hide his erection.
Those nimble fingers of hers went unerringly down the front of his chest, making him shiver
in anticipation, then she stroked him through the thin cloth. “If you ask one more time, I may just
have to hurt you.” She gave a small squeeze.
“Thank god. Your hand is like poetry in motion.” He used his own to release the catch on her
bra, loving the little berry tipped mounds. “Fucking perfect.” He bent and took the tip of one into
his mouth. Her breath caught, a small mewl accompanied her hand holding his head in place.
He switched to the other nipple, tweaking the one he’d just sucked on between his fingers.
Mike wasn’t sure what he loved more, hearing the sounds she made, feeling her shiver, or the
way she tasted beneath his tongue. He decided it was all the above, but needed more.
Lifting her up, he placed her in the middle of the already turned down bed, then climbed over
her, keeping his weight balanced on his forearms as he stared down into her emerald eyes. He
could feel her wetness and heat through the thin barrier of her panties. The need for more and the
urge to taste all of her, overwhelmed him.
“Mike,” she whispered, uncertainty in her voice.
“I’m here. Trying to decide what to do first. You’re like all my Christmas wishes come true
at once.” And she was. His dick jerked telling him exactly where it wanted him to go, but he had
other plans, another heated kiss before he moved on to see if her neck was an erogenous zone.
Before the night was over, he planned to know everything about Shayna’s body. She arched up
into him as he licked and sucked his way down her neck into her shoulder, placing tiny biting
kisses. When he reached her sensitive breasts, she was panting and writhing beneath him. His
woman definitely loved having her nipples sucked and bit. A little pain had her arching against
him for more.
“Mike, that feels…oh god, I don’t know, but I like it.”
He assumed she hadn’t much experience, but needed to know how much. His head lifted
from her belly. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like, Sile.” His hands worked the last bit of
covering from her body.
Her fingers ran through his hair. “So far the only thing I don’t like is when you stop.”
Her words made him laugh. She may be the perfect woman for him. No, scratch that, she was
the perfect woman for him. He wedged his shoulders between her thighs, pushing them farther
“Good, I have no plans of stopping.” His voice had taken on a sandpaper quality.
His own callused hands parted her folds, the saturated lips of her sex were sweeter looking
than anything he’d ever seen. “Has anyone ever eaten this sweet pussy before, Shayna?” he
questioned, his lips surrounding her clit, drawing it into his mouth.
Her hands released his hair, shudders shook her and her hands slapped against the bed. He
looked up in time to see her fingers tugging at her nipples, harder than he’d have thought.
He drew on the tiny bundle of nerves, then used his tongue, lapping up the slick moisture
coating the swollen folds of her sex. Using two fingers, he rimmed her entrance, licking at her
with hungry stokes, focusing on her reactions. Using short strokes he teased her, dipping into her
vagina while he used his hands to cup her buttocks and lifted her up, giving him better access.
“Tell me, Sile,” he demanded.
Why he needed, wanted to know, Mike wasn’t sure, but the thought of any other man
touching her, giving her pleasure ate at him.
His growled words vibrating against her turned her on, if the sweet cream flowing from her
pussy like nectar was any indication. He licked it up even as it spilled out of her, his cock aching
between his thighs, swelling painfully from the need to sink into her heat.
“More, Mike. I need more,” she cried out against his tongue.
“Answer me and I’ll give you more than you need, baby.”
She arched up, her hips lifting against his face.
“No. Nobody has ever…please fuck me, Mike.”
He didn’t give her a moment to rethink her words, lifting her higher, he pushed his tongue
inside her pussy, making her cry out. Christ, she was tight, clenching on his tongue as he thrust it
in and out. Her juices flowing down his chin. He replaced his tongue with two fingers, flicking
his tongue over her sensitive clit, lashing it back and forth, moaning as she began clenching
down on him. He could feel the throb against his tongue and knew she was ready to come.
Surrounding the bundle of flesh, he drew it into his mouth, and added a third finger alongside the
other two, and then she was coming apart for him.
Perspiration coated them while she arched against his rapid thrusting fingers into her pussy.
His own body was humping the bed. He was more than ready to claim her, but wanted to wait
until she was screaming his name.
“Mike, oh yes, right there. Don’t stop. Never stop.” Her hips rose faster, fucking his face and
fingers, and then he felt her pussy ripple around his fingers, the little clit throbbed in his mouth.
A second later, she screamed out his name, the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He couldn’t get
his boxer briefs off fast enough.
Mike pulled his fingers out, releasing the bundle of nerves from his suctioning mouth with a
small kiss and leaned over to the side of the bed, grabbing a condom. The fingers of one hand
smoothed the rubber on, while the other gripped the base, rubbing the head in her juices.
“Shayna, look at me,” he growled, his lust making it hard to hold back the need but he didn’t
want to hurt her. “One last time. Are you certain?”
She locked her legs around his thighs. “You really are too honorable. Please, make love to
“Once I bury my dick in you, there will be no going back.” He had to warn her. She may not
realize it, but he was claiming her for more than just this mission. When they caught whoever
was after her, Mike planned to still be waking up with Shayna next to him.
Her slick juices coated him, making him want to sink into her.
She lifted her hips, inviting him in with more than just words. He slipped just the head in, the
brutal pleasure of being inside Shayna rocked him. Shit, he had to count to ten to get his
bearings, or feared blowing his load. “Damn, you feel so good.”
He pushed in a little more, then rocked back out. Repeating the motion until he was all the
way inside. Surrounded by her slick heat, he could understand where the poets created the sappy
words. If he could, he’d pen one himself.
Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, and that is romance, whether it’s erotic, Navy SEALs, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories. Connect with Elle online, she loves to hear from you: Author Web & Social Media links: