Free The Enforcer (Men Who Thrill Book 1) by Kaye Blue Page A

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    She trailed off and then stood on her tiptoes, scraping the rough stubble on my chin with her lips and then stretching farther to cover my lips with hers. The kiss left me rigid with the need to be with her, but even more, the passion in her touch showed me that she felt at least some of what I did, revealed that this thing between us wasn’t one-sided.
    We moved toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in our wake, and when we reached her bed, I stepped into her, using my weight to nudge her back. But she stopped me and switched our positions, turning so my back was to the bed. And then she pushed me down.
    I went, but when she came toward me, her beautiful, lush body moving with her steps, I understood her intention.
    “You don’t have to, April,” I whispered.
    “But I want to,” she replied.
    And then she crawled up the bed, stopping when she reached my waist. She kneeled beside me, her face a combination of embarrassment and determination. I watched as she lifted one leg and straddled me, the thickness of her thighs and the outline of her cunt capturing my attention. My stare was broken as she reached for one of the condoms on her nightstand. She rested on her heels as she opened the packet and then jacked my cock with two firm strokes before she sheathed me, slowing rolling the latex over my steel-hard cock.
    When she finished, she shifted until she hovered over my cock and then, gripping me with a firm hold, she lowered herself over me, crying out when as my hardness parted her flesh. I clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to thrust up, and stayed still, pleasure ricocheting through me as she moved until her body was atop mine without a millimeter of space between us.
    Her cunt pulsed around me, the tight pull of her walls against my cock sending a surge through my body. Then she rocked, and the surge moved through me again, this time centering on my balls. She gripped my chest and moved against me faster and faster, moaning out her pleasure. I didn’t thrust, but I grabbed her hips and squeezed, moved my hands up to cup her tits, roll her nipples between my fingers.
    On an exhaled sigh, she thrust down hard and then screamed her release, and the tight grip of her walls around me triggered my own. I grabbed her hips again and held her as I came, pulling her as close as I could. She stared down at me with wonder, and as my heart calmed, I tossed her a smile.
    “See what you’ve been missing out on?” I said, feeling playful.
    “Looks like I need to make up for lost time. You up for—”
    The boom of shattering wood followed instantly by the thud of a countless pairs of heavy boots cut off April’s words. In seconds, the hallway filled with a flood of light, and the yelling voices got louder and louder. I didn’t have time to react, so I pushed April from atop me and onto the bed, gesturing that she should stay behind me. She hadn’t spoken or screamed, but I could feel her fear in the faint tremor of her body and in the way she gripped my biceps so hard that it hurt.
    In less than five seconds, the light that had flooded the hall filled the bedroom, and six—no seven—figures clad in full SWAT gear, machine guns trained on me, entered the small space. April let out a faint whimper, but still held me tight. I wanted to comfort her, but couldn’t risk moving. These guys would have no compunction about shooting me, and I doubted they cared that she’d be caught in the crossfire.
    So I didn’t move, prayed that she wouldn’t either.
    “Hands up!” the cop in front screamed.
    I complied, and when April’s hand fell from my arm, I turned my eyes to her and noticed that she’d raised her hands as well, exposing her breasts and stomach. Rage, hot and strong, flared to life, chased an instant later by an equally intense rush of incompetence. I wanted to shield her, save her from this, but I could do nothing.
    “We finally found him.”
    The words emerged from behind