Free Her Secretive Protector (Her Protector Alpha Male Military Romance Book 4) by Michaela Strong Page B

didn't say come in. I said what."
    "May I have your laundry?" he asked evenly, blandly.
    She gathered up her clothes, opened the door and moved passed him.
    "I'll take them."
    "I want to do it myself."
    Rory started to protest but she used his own words against him.
    "I'm not asking," she spat angrily.
    He sighed. "Come with me,please," he said softly.
    She followed after him, to the kitchen which was all marble and granite and hung with perfectly shined chrome ware. Rory was the perfect housekeeper. He opened a door that looked like it might be to a closet that led to stairs. Stairs down to a dark basement. Half way down the case she realized he hadn't switched on a light and it was pitch black. She had to place a hand on his back to feel her way.
    "Last step," he coached, in an even voice. The grouchy mood of the morning seemed to have left him.
    "Can you please slow down?" She lost contact with him for second. She was ready to panic until she felt him take her hand. She let him lead her. He led her across the threshold of another door and yanked a string. There was light and there were the washer and dryer.
    He stood behind her, purposely hovered as he gave her instructions on how to work the machine. "Any questions?" he asked over her shoulder, his mouth so close to hers.
    "I'm sorry," Dana said sweetly, "I wasn't listening to anything you said. Could you please repeat it?"
    Slowly, he took her hand in his and ran through the procedure of settings and knobs, opening the lid, placing the clothes in the machine. He closed the lid on the load of laundry, pressing against her.
    "Wait," she said. "We forgot something." She took hold of the shirt that she borrowed from him and slid out of it. She pressed her back in to him forcing him to almost hug her from behind. "Can you lift the lid of the machine again, my hands are full." He took the shirt from her hands and put it in the wash.
    Rory stared at Dana as though he were mesmerized. He easily lifted her to the top of the machine and kissed her; devouring her with everything he had. His tongue dominated hers, sweeping her mouth, tasting her with complete ownership. She held clasped his giant hand over her breast, directing it do her ribs and all over her body. He broke from the kiss. "You know, "he said as though he were drugged, "I didn't realize I was such a jerk until I met you."
    "But now you know for sure?" She smiled.
    "You are a terminal smart ass aren't you?"
    "Yes. Are you going to correct me again?"
    He grinned. "Yes."
    "Well as long as we are making confessions, I guess it's only fair for me to say I'm not real proud of myself these days either. Well except that time when you were on the chair and I was riding you like a rodeo queen. I have to say I was pretty proud of that experience."
    "You're a funny girl. You know what happens to funny girls?"
    "Can you explain it to me again?" she said in a sultry tenor. "And use visual aids?" She kissed him with her most seductive style, wrapping her legs around his hips and lowering herself just enough so that his erection, which she was sure he would have, grazed the lace-covered entrance to her body. "Big Dog," she said to him and they looked longingly into each other's eyes.
    "I know, beautiful," he replied and took a draw on her mouth while he let her unfasten his pants.
    Dana was wet for him. He was so hard. They remained latched on to each other kissing as she put him inside of her. The pressure of the hard metal washing machine surface against her buttocks in counterpoint to the rigid stroking of his cock on the inside of her flesh was delicious. He stroked Dana in all the perfect places. She could feel the veil of eroticism slacken her face. They now held each other's gaze as he fucked her. Dana mixed it up a little and looked down as he went in and out of her. That was her undoing. It caused an orgasm to rise rapidly within her and he could feel it.
    Rory tipped her back on the full flat surface of the washing machine