Free Mischief in Miami by Nicole Williams Page B

intense,” I whispered as I wrapped the dark scarf around his eyes. Plus, it makes it impossible for you to see a camera flash go off from the other room .
    He shook his head as I tied a knot at the back of it. “No. I want to see you. I want to see those fucking perfect tits bouncing.”
    He was fighting it more than the others. I didn’t blindfold every Target, circumstance didn’t always require it, but I couldn’t risk Daniel seeing anything, or any one .
    Emptying my mind, I lowered the rest of the way onto him. Whatever protest was on Daniel’s lips was lost when I arched my back and slid back up his length.
    “Convinced?” I whispered outside of his ear as I lowered myself again, agonizingly slow.
    Daniel was mid-growl when I detected the slightest noise from the sitting room. I checked our angle to make sure the camera would catch Daniel’s face and exactly what we were doing before I moved up and down him in deep, quick spurts.
    He was past the point of words. I’d never known a man who wasn’t when an Eve was astride him and implementing everything she’d learned. Words were for men whose women didn’t know how to send them over the edge in one precise thrust.
    Daniel’s hands roamed up my body until they gripped my shoulders. Bracing himself, he pounded harder as he bent me forward. He might have been blindfolded, but he had no problem finding my nipple. Sucking it hard, his tongue played with it, circling and teasing until I had a sudden flash of pleasure.
    And then the man moving below me, moving inside of me wasn’t Daniel Silva. A different mouth was tasting me, different arms were holding me tight, a different body was taking and having mine.
    When I realized whose face I was visualizing, I cried out. Daniel misunderstood my cries because his pace picked up yet again. When his teeth sunk into my nipple, I cried out again, willing my mind to empty. I hadn’t let him inside of my defenses in so long. It had been so long I’d almost forgotten the way his touch felt.
    It hadn’t been long enough.
    When Daniel’s mouth moved just outside of my ear, his breath impossibly fast as it kept pace with his thrusting, I involuntarily replaced his sounds with another’s. He’d sounded so similar, that low, vibrating rattle in his chest when he was ready to fall apart in my arms.
    I whimpered again right before Daniel hit his climax. Now this, the rutting and deep growl wasn’t the same. His was different enough for me to shove that face out of my head and remember who I was with and what I was doing. Never before when I’d emptied my head had that face from my past found its way into the vacancy, but after it had, I was terrified it would happen again. I couldn’t allow that. I’d rather be present and feeling and experiencing everything with the Target than have a replay of what had just happened.
    As the aftershocks of his orgasm ripped through Daniel’s body, his arms fell to the sides. That was also different, making resurfacing from the nightmare I’d just found myself in easier. The arms from my past would hold me tight and never let go until both of us had fallen into a deep, satisfied sleep.
    “You are good,” he said between short breaths. “In fact, the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
    That’s because I was trained by the best.
    “I’d give my whole fortune for that kind of a screw,” he said.
    You only have to give half. What a bargain.
    I checked over my shoulder to make sure it was all clear before untying the blindfold. Daniel blinked a few times as an ear-to-ear grin settled on his face.
    “Did you get off, babe?”
    I smiled to myself as I climbed off of him and the bed. I zipped into my dress, slid into my heels, and stuffed the blindfold back into my clutch as quickly as he’d rolled on a condom. He was an expert at getting off; I was an expert at getting up and getting out.
    I examined him spread out and spent on the bed. Thirty seconds after orgasm, and he was still hard.