Page 181 of Wrecked
“Trap me,” she said.
He held her in place, she wrapped her legs around his lower back, and he fucked her again and again.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” he said. “I can’t hold on.”
“Stop,” she said.
He stilled. “Ohgod, am I hurting you?”
A devilish grin spread across her face. “No. I don’t want you to come yet. I like edging, so I want to do that to you.”
They stared into each other’s eyes. “Does the guy in the book tell her that he loves her?” Hawk asked.
Addison’s eyes softened. “Eventually, but it’s way too soon for that. These two hate each other, so this is a hate fuck. I love those.”
He started moving inside her again, the build slower this time, but when she started growling, he increased his speed, the intensity of his thrusting had her writhing under him.
“Fuck, fuck, baby,” she blurted. “Oh, hell, I’m gonna come.” She cried out his name while she convulsed hard beneath him. “Fuck me hard.”
He pumped her again and again while the pleasure skyrocketed him to the moon. Her raw kisses ravaging him, the assault just shy of painful.
Spreading her legs wider, she arched up. “Oh, yes, I’m gonna come again.”
Her second orgasm triggered his, the explosion of euphoria ripping through him. Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded him. When he finished, he continued moving slowly until they fell still, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“Holy fuck, what the hell just happened?” he murmured.
“You got Stoni Alexandered,” she whispered.
“She’s my new favorite author.”
“Not gonna make fun of me anymore, are you?” she murmured.
“No, baby, I’m not. You can read me a bedtime storyanytimeyou want.”
She regarded him for a long moment. “I think I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”
* * *
Friday night at eight, Prescott met them in the conference room at ALPHA HQ, where they spent the next two hours prepping for the Haqazzii mission. As they worked through their plan, they studied the compound using the photos Cooper had uploaded to the ALPHA portal. They familiarized themselves with the faces of evil… and their long list of atrocities against humanity.
Addison felt no remorse for what she was about to do. She was stopping six vicious killers before they smuggled bombs into one of the most secure sites in the world and wreaked international havoc at the Presidential summit.
Per the guest list, several of the leaders were bringing their families with them. If Haqazzii and his team succeeded, their destruction would throw the US into chaos, affect the global markets, and spark cries for another Middle East war.
“Are we going by the book or off-script?” Addison asked as she shifted her attention from Hawk to Prescott.
Hawk had been studying the layout of the building while Prescott had been eyeballing the faces of the terror cell. Both men looked over at her.
“It’s us,” Hawk said.
“Exactly,” Prescott agreed.
“That means off-script,” Addison replied.
“I hate playing by the damn rules,” Hawk murmured. “Especially when it comes to a known terror leader.”
“Same,” Prescott agreed.
