Free Temporarily Yours (A Shillings Agency Novel) (Entangled Brazen) by Diane Alberts Page B

she kissed him again.
    He hissed in a deep breath as she slid her hand between their bodies and brushed her fingers against his cock. “You’re going to kill me,” he muttered, his jaw tight.
    She grinned. “Perhaps. But I promise that you’ll enjoy every second of it.”
    “I never doubted it.”
    The water ran down her forehead and made her long lashes spiky, drawing attention to her heated gaze. He gripped her waist, pulling her closer so he could touch her, but she slapped his hold off. “I’m in charge.”
    “We’ll see about that,” he said, his hold on her tight and his cock hurting from how hard he was. “But I’ll allow it…for now.”
    She trailed her fingers down the thin line of hair that led to his cock. “Something tells me you like to be in charge at all times. Am I right?”
    He flexed his jaw. “You’re right.”
    “Hm. We’ll have to fix that.” She closed her hand over his shaft. “Sometimes it’s nice to let go.”
    She released her hold on him and maneuvered him out of the shower stream. Then she picked up a washcloth and squirted some soap on it. He stood completely still and let her do what she wanted. She ran the washcloth over his chest then scrubbed his hard nipples. He hissed again and clenched his fists tighter, need building in his gut.
    Yep. She was going to fucking kill him.
    When she spun him around to face the wall, he glanced at her in confusion. He’d rather be watching her , damn it. “Kayla.”
    “Shh.” Behind him, she trailed her fingers over his hard stomach, letting her wrist brush his cock, but nothing more. “Hands up on the wall.”
    Incredulous, he shot her a look over his shoulder. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
    She pursed her lips and didn’t say anything. As a matter of fact, she stared him the fuck down. Finally, after an internal struggle with himself, he turned back around and placed his hands on the wall. Leaning in, she washed his back, then moved the soapy washcloth over his ass. She cupped the muscles there as she rubbed her wet breasts against him.
    That was enough .
    He turned around, sweeping her into his arms and regaining control. She’d had her fun—now it was his turn to play. His mouth swooped down on hers, refusing to be told no. He cupped her ass and started to lift her against the wall, but she pulled free and shook her head.
    “I’m not done yet,” she breathed.
    “Kayla…” He dropped his forehead to hers. “If you don’t stop this torment soon, payback will be a bitch.”
    “Then I guess I better earn it, huh?” Sinking to her knees, she looked up at him through her lashes. “Don’t move if you want to be inside of my mouth.”
    He stared down at her, his cock begging for what she was about to do. He didn’t move a muscle. “Fuck yeah, I want it.”
    With the washcloth, she rubbed his balls, taking her sweet time. By the time she was finished, he was panting erratically and his eyes were shut, and he was ready to beg.
    Him. Begging. He didn’t fucking beg, for Christ’s sakes.
    Dropping the washcloth, she pulled him forward into the water again. Once all traces of soap were gone, she ran her fingers over his cock. Then she flicked her tongue against the head, cupping his balls with her hands, and sucked him in so deeply he almost died.
    He froze, his hands entwined in her wet locks. “ Kayla .”
    “I know.” She ran her tongue up his cock, from the bottom to the tip, and he groaned. The noise sounded way too tortured for his liking. She was trying to break him…and succeeding. “But it hurts so good, doesn’t it, Cooper?”
    Her pink tongue darted out against his cock, driving him insane. Her eyes met his, and then she licked him again, this time running her tongue up his whole length. His voice raspy and rough, he said, “Do that again.”
    She did, and then she flicked her tongue over him, this time closing her fingers around him and squeezing. Swirling her tongue over the head of his cock, she took