Free Accidental Trifecta by Avery Gale Page B

was pressed against his breastbone and the airy sound of her voice went directly to his cock. The woman was every man’s wet dream fantasy come to life in Carl’s opinion—brilliant, beautiful, and a natural submissive. She wasn’t overly thin, thank God, but she was more slender now than she’d appeared in the photos he’d been given. Later he would ask Cam if she’d lost weight recently because if he had to make a guess, he’d say she’d been struggling before the threats became an issue. He certainly didn’t want her to lose any more of her sweet curves, he’d never cared to hold a women who felt like a stick. And despite the fact he didn’t really know her, Carl noticed she also seemed much paler than her photos in the file the Wests had provided. When he’d casually checked her palms, the light color of the lines told him she wasn’t eating right, and he’d be willing to bet her work schedule had prevented her from spending any time working out as well. Even though he’d technically retired from the SEALs, his work for the new contract teams the Wests had put together meant he was still training regularly so he’d be able to put together a workout for the two of them. She’d probably curse him in the beginning, but once she noticed how much more energy she had, he’d be willing to bet her complaints died quickly.
    “Perfect. You and I are going to be spending a lot of time together, and I’m going to have my hands on you a lot. I love the way your skin feel beneath my fingers. Your small shivers and sweet moans are a siren’s call to a Dom.” Pressing his mouth over the pulse point below her ear, he could feel the pounding of her heart as it beat rapidly. Aha, so the sweet sub’s calm demeanor is a well-practiced ruse, huh? Let’s see how long she can maintain it?
    Just as he slid his hand between her legs, he heard Cam asking Lara if her hard limit list was up to date. And when he asked the young woman if she was still opposed to playing with married men, CeCe’s entire body went rigid. Carl didn’t stop touching her when he spoke, “Darlin’, stop and think. Why would he ask her that question?” She’d started trembling so hard he was surprised her teeth weren’t rattling. The woman wasn’t thinking logically, this was an entirely emotional response. Pulling his fingers from her slick pussy, he turned her away from the window. Swiping his wet fingers over his jeans, Carl then used his fingers to tilt her face up to his own. Hell, if he’d thought she was pale before, her skin was almost translucent now. The vacant look in her eyes told him that her mind was racing and not in the right direction. “Cecelia, look at me.” When her dark eyes didn’t zero in as he’d hoped, he snapped, “Right now, CeCe. I want you to really look at me. Focus and use that razor sharp mind of yours.” She nodded as if the words had finally gotten through, so he continued, “I haven’t seen or talked to Cam in two and half decades and even I know exactly what he’s up to, and you will too if you’ll just stop and think.”
    He was relieved when he saw the glaze recede from her eyes and turned her back to the window just as Lara explained to her boss in crystal clear terms that she didn’t—nor would she ever play with a married man. She also told him that she’d really been interested in the job, but he could keep it if it involved fooling around with him. Carl was barely able to hold back his laughter when the little spitfire Cam had been interviewing said, “I’ll have you know you have an amazing wife and beautiful daughter, and I hope to hell you don’t do anything to fuck that up.” When he saw her eyes go wide, Carl knew she realized what she’d just said to her boss, a man who also happened to be a Master in the club where she was a submissive. She pressed her lips together so tight they were actually turning blue and the color was a sharp contrast to the pale color her face had