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  “But I am begging you, sir,” she pleaded. “I want you so badly. I do, please believe me.”

  “That was lovely,” he murmured, “and I do believe you.”

  Rising to his knees, he placed himself between her legs and gently separated her cunt lips with his thumbs; her pink, glistening flesh stared back at him. Reaching across to the nightstand, he slid out the drawer and retrieved a condom. Deftly sliding it over his turgid cock, he held himself at her needy entrance, teased for a moment, then pushed home with a forceful, slow thrust. Locking his hands around her hips, he held her still as he continued with strong, determined strokes.

  Bella was lost in a sea of scintillating sensation. His control of her body was like nothing she’d felt. He was taking her, using her as he wished, his cock was consuming her, and, closing her eyes, she could feel the orgasm that had hovered during his tantalizing play, already threatening to break.

  “Sir,” she bleated. “I can feel it.”

  He paused, and leaving himself buried in her depths he lowered his lips to her breasts and began to tongue her sharp, pink peaks. She lifted her chest to meet his mouth, and he leisurely lapped, delighting in her grateful groans, then slowly pulling back, he withdrew his cock and rolled her over.

  “On your hands and knees,” he said firmly, lustfully eyeing her reddened behind.

  She settled into position, and after pulling her into his pelvis, he released her hips and moved his palms across her glowing seat. She wiggled it back at him as if asking for his hot hand, and happy to oblige, he slapped her rosy-red cheeks as he snaked back into her hot, slippery canal.

  “Such a gorgeous ass,” he crooned. “Get used to the sting, Bella, I’ll be spanking you often.”

  His promise sent a fresh wave of energy through her body, and bucking back, she let out a wail.

  “Fuck me, please, please, fuck me hard?”

  His fingers pressed into her flesh as he clutched her hips, and, letting himself go, he pumped ferociously, feeling his growing climax as he thrilled to the joyous sounds coming from the beautiful girl below him.

  “Your orgasm belongs to me,” he declared. “Give it up, give it to me now.”

  Lost in the erotic fire flaming through her, Bella had barely heard the words, but they’d registered. No one had ever claimed ownership of her release, and the command rattled through her mind, down her body, and landed in her sex. Her fingers curling around the sheets, she held her breath, waiting for the eruption, and when it catapulted through her, she buried her head in the pillows to stifle her cries.

  Her pussy was milking him, pulsing against his cock, demanding his cream, and with her muffled wails urging him on, he surrendered to the sweeping spasms. He was joined to her, linked for a fleeting moment by their sublime pleasure, but then the convulsions began to subside and he saw her taut body grow limp. Slipping from her exquisite channel, he fell beside her and pulled her against him, nestling her in his arms.

  They laid quietly, catching their breath, lost in the post-orgasmic bliss, both slightly stunned at the events of the night. It was Bella who was the first to speak.

  “This is all so strange,” she breathed, “almost like some kind of miracle.”

  “I have to agree,” he muttered. “That’s exactly what it is.”

  The words shrouded them as they continued to rest, their limbs intertwined, until Bella shifted and propped herself up on an elbow.

  “Scott will be amazed when I tell him about this.”

  “Scott,” he muttered.

  “He’s always telling me I need a strong man in my life,” she sighed. “He’s right, of course.”

  “How did you connect with him?” he asked casually.

  “It was months ago. The musician who helped me produce the show tapes was my first sound man, but he left to go on tour. Talk about panic stations. I put the word out at the various clubs, posted notices whenever I saw one of those corkboards at guitar shops and music stores, and told the event planners I work with, of course.”

  “Did Scott say where he saw your ad?”

  “Um, I don’t remember, sorry. I think I assumed it was a club because he’s a musician.”

  “Have you ever seen his band play?”

  “No. They’re not gigging right now because they’re recording, and Scott said their drummer makes his living working with a top-forty band so they can’t get together to play on weekends.”

  “Have you heard any of the band’s CD?”

  “No, I haven’t. Why so many questions?”

  “Before I answer that, just a couple more. Have you ever met his family or his friends, and have you ever been to his house?”

  “This is weird,” she mumbled.

  “Can you answer yes to any of those questions?”

  “Um, no, I guess I can’t, though I did meet the band’s manager once. It was a while ago. I can’t remember his name. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure we were officially introduced. It was just a quick hello, but there’s no reason I would meet his friends or go to his apartment. We meet up when I’m working, and that’s the extent of our relationship. What’s this about?”

  “I’m just a bit concerned. There’s been a tightening of security recently, and as a matter of course we do background checks. Scott’s wasn’t great.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m sorry, that’s all I can say,” he replied, wishing he could tell her everything. “It may be nothing, but as I said, it does concern me.”

  “I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” she smiled. “Scott is so sweet. I’ve spent hours on the road with him over the last few months, and he’s never been anything but wonderful.”

  “The thing is,” Vince began thinking on his feet, “the powers that be want to do more checking. I’m sure he’s everything you say, but would you mind sticking with me while you’re here? Until I know more about him, I’d just feel better.”

  “You’re so protective, and I love it,” she said, kissing his cheek. “Yes, of course, but I’m sure they won’t find anything, and I should have called him, darn it. He’s supposed to be coming back to the base to pick me up.”

  “Yes, you should have, and you’d better, and make sure he knows he’s invited to watch the war games tomorrow night.”

  “Vince, do you have any idea what my background check showed?”

  “That you are a very naughty girl who needs regular discipline,” he replied sternly.

  “It did not,” she laughed, playfully punching him.

  “Yes, it did,” he declared. “A couple of speeding tickets, unpaid parking fines, a few late payments on credit cards. Naughty, naughty.”

  “I get busy,” she said defensively. “Do you know how hard it is to keep a show like mine running? Not to mention my hypnotherapy clients.”

  “Now that sounds like the classic excuse; I’m too busy. Discipline, beautiful girl, is what’s missing in your life, and you know it.”

  “Again, I plead the fifth.”

  “When I caught you behind that screen, that background check made all kinds of sense. Lack of discipline is what made you do something so reckless, and there’s no pleading the fifth that will change that. Now I suggest you call Scott, then we’ll turn out the lights.”

  “I’m too tired to debate,” she sighed. “I swear, I could sleep for a week. I don’t even want to leave this bed, but I will.”

  Extricating herself from his arms, she crawled from beneath the sheets and padded slowly across the room to her bag.

  “I can’t imagine why his background check would be questionable,” she muttered as she pulled out her phone. “Was it something specific?” she asked, returning to the bed.

  “I can’t go into details,” Vince replied, “but there were a couple of red flags.”

  “Huh, I wish you could tell me,” she grumbled as she touched Scott’s name on the screen.

  “Yeah, hello?” Scott said sleepily.

  “Sorry,
Scott, did I wake you?”

  “Yeah, what time is it?”

  “I’m not sure, but listen, you don’t have to come and get me. I’ve made a new friend and I’m staying with him for the night.”

  “Lucky you. Do you want me to pick up you somewhere in the morning?”

  “I’m not sure about tomorrow, but don’t worry about me. You have a fun day, and if I need you I’ll call. Oh, and don’t forget about the war games tomorrow night.”

  “Right. Let’s get back in touch late tomorrow afternoon and make sure nothing has changed. I’m glad your escapade worked out. I was worried.”

  “So worried you went to sleep,” she quipped.

  “I’m on the sofa. I didn’t go to bed, and yes, I was worried.”

  “I was just yanking your chain.”

  “If he’s into all that spanking stuff, tell him to give you a swat from me.”

  “I’ll do no such thing, but your comment is noted,” she said haughtily, then immediately changed her tone. “Thanks, Scott. See you tomorrow.”

  Ending the call, she turned off her phone, placed it on the nightstand, and curled into Vince’s arms.

  “I’m sure your security check, or whatever it was, is wrong,” she yawned.

  “Maybe,” he sighed.

  In a luxury suite on the sixth floor of The Majestic Hotel, a high-end resort on a nearby expansive, white, sandy beach, a rotund, balding, bespectacled man was sitting on his patio nursing a Scotch, gazing out at the moon’s reflection on the calm ocean water. It reminded him of a lake in Switzerland he would visit as a boy.

  In two days he’d be on a jet heading back to Europe. He would hand over the latest documents his source had been able to extricate, and collect a nice chunk of cash. They weren’t bits of paper, of course. Everything brought to him he immediately scanned and placed on a flash drive. The hard copies were burned and the computer files deleted. He didn’t trust the Internet, and he hand-delivered everything.

  Lifting his glass, he raised it in a toast.

  “Here’s to traitors around the world.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Bella stirred as Vince’s hands roamed across her body. She was lying on her side, and he was behind her with his lips on her neck, his already sheathed cock pressing against her pussy.

  “Good morning, beautiful girl,” he whispered, “how’s your butt?”

  “Mmm, good morning. How do you think?” she yawned.

  “Get used to it,” he purred in her ear, sliding inside her. “I’m going to keep it that way, and whenever I have the chance I’m going to tease you mercilessly, and wrap you in rope, and do all kinds of decadent things to your body.”

  “Ooh, Vince, what a wonderful way to wake up,” she groaned, wriggling against him. “I want all that, I want everything you want to do to me.”

  Riding her with strong, forceful strokes, he moved his fingers against her clit, massaging as he thrust, purposely scraping her tender bottom with his pelvis. As the minutes ticked by, the only sounds were her soft moans and gasps of pleasure, and when the momentum began to build, she grabbed a stray pillow and hugged it tightly, burying her face in the soft down. His pumping cock was working in unison with his relentless rubbing finger, driving her forward into her climax. She expected him to pause, to tease her until she was aching to come, but instead he accelerated. Her moment was suddenly hovering, promising to detonate, and she lifted her head from the pillow.

  “Vince, I’m there,” she declared breathlessly.

  “I know,” he growled, “and now you’re going to give me your orgasm.”

  “Ooh, I love that,” she groaned.

  “Then do it! It belongs to me!”

  She screamed into the pillow as her orgasm fired and the cascading convulsions enveloped her. He held her tightly as her writhing body contorted, his fingers gripping her skin as his buried cock exploded, groaning his glory until the waves became ripples, then abated, leaving them in the calm, quiet water.

  A short time later, after drifting in the serene sea of post-orgasmic tranquility, Bella rolled over to snuggle into his chest. His arms came around her, stronger than any she’d ever felt, and she loved how he completely engulfed her.

  “I’m in heaven,” she murmured. “I want to stay here, just like this, forever.”

  “We could, but then we’d starve to death.”

  “I suppose that’s true,” she sighed, “but it might be worth it.”

  “I’ve made an executive decision,” he purred, stroking her back.

  “You have? What might that be?”

  “We’re going to have brunch at The Majestic.”

  “We are? How fabulous is that. I’ve always wanted to eat there. Isn’t it incredibly expensive?”

  “It’s not a problem,” he assured her.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m positive,” he smiled. “Let’s get up. There are a couple of calls I have to make, then we can head out.”

  “I can’t believe I’m here with you,” she murmured. “I don’t meant to sound like a broken record, but I hope you don’t think I usually leap into bed like that. I’m a bit embarrassed right now.”

  “Hey,” he said softly, “with the chemistry we have, I don’t think either of us could have walked away. I tried, remember; well, sort of.”

  “Sort of? You mean offering me the guest room,” she laughed. “I do admit your feeble attempt does make me feel better. If a disciplined officer like you couldn’t say no, what chance did I have?”

  “None,” he crooned, giving her a squeeze. “After brunch we can take a walk on the beach. I meant what I said last night. I want to know who you are, I want to know all about you.”

  “A walk on the beach? That sounds so hokey, but it does sound perfect,” she sighed, “absolutely perfect, and I want to know about you too. How can you possibly be single? Makes no sense.”

  “I’ve been waiting for you,” he chuckled. “I’m going to grab a fast shower and get things squared away so we can get out of here.”

  “It’s Sunday. What things do you need to square away on a Sunday?”

  “Never you mind,” he replied as he started to move from the bed.

  “I refuse to let you leave,” she exclaimed, grabbing his arm.

  “I’m the officer in charge, or have you forgotten that already?”

  “One last cuddle?” she begged.

  “Always,” he grinned, turning back to hold her.

  He held her for a few more minutes, then, gently pulling back, he softly kissed her.

  “Enough dilly-dallying,” he said firmly. “Time to get up.”

  “I don’t want you to,” she grumbled again.

  “Stop your moaning, or I just might throw you over my knee for a morning spanking.”

  “Yikes, never mind!”

  Watching him roll out of bed, she thought about how she’d hesitated in the kitchen at the venue, and silently rejoiced that she’d thrown caution to the wind. It reminded her of Scott and how he tried to talk her out of her reckless plan, and though she was sure her sound man was exactly who she thought he was, the questions Vince raised began to crinkle her brow.

  I suppose I don’t know much about Scott’s life outside the show. He never mentions his family, but maybe that’s because it just never comes up. All we ever talk about is my act, what we’re going to do, and the postmortem afterwards. He says he works construction, and why would I question that? He looks as if he works construction, but his band is a bit of a question mark. They’re supposed to be cutting demos for some label that’s interested, but he’s been saying that for months. Huh. I hope this security check thing turns out to be nothing. He’s been such a great help and I adore him.

  Closing her eyes, she stretched and yawned, and as she wandered her hand over her sore backside, she broke into a grin.

  Ouch. Talk about wishes coming true.

  The bathroom door opened, and she turned to see Vince smiling across at her.
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  “All yours,” he declared as he pulled some underwear and a T-shirt from the dresser.

  “Why don’t you live on the base?”

  “I did once, but I needed to get out of there. I live my job and I love it, but I needed my own space.

  “That makes sense,” she nodded.

  She watched him pull on a pair of jeans, and as he turned to face her, she let out a whistle.

  “Good grief, Vince, is there anything that doesn’t look good on you? I thought you were drop dead in your uniform, then I saw you last night in that black T-shirt and jeans and my eyes bugged, and now, holy smokes.”

  “Flattery will get you everywhere,” he chuckled. “I’ll be in my study. Come on in when you’re ready. Like I said, I’m starving.”

  “Which room is your study?”

  “Oh, right, the door opposite that guest bedroom.”

  “Kiss goodbye, please.”

  “You are so demanding,” he said, shaking his head. Leaning over the bed, he kissed her lightly, then winked and headed out the door.

  Slipping from the bed, she ambled across to her purse and grabbed her cosmetics bag, then meandered into the bathroom. It was as modern and spotless as the kitchen had been, with a dark green tiled floor, a huge mirror, and dark green natural stone counters. Pulling her long, curly auburn hair into a ponytail, she turned on the faucets and stepped under the shower.

  Staying overnight when she was performing was a recent development. When she’d first started her show, she would travel to the venue and return the same night, sometimes driving three or four hours. When her events planner started booking her at military bases for special occasions, word traveled fast and she became an instant sensation, so she pushed for an overnight expense allowance, and to her delight her request was granted. That’s when she’d met Scott.

  When her first sound man had to quit because his band was going on tour, she’d been frantic. Finding a sound man was difficult. Not only did he have to be performance savvy and think on his feet, he needed to provide security.

  When Scott called, she’d immediately liked his warmth and friendly personality, and when they met up she found him easy-going and affable. It was only a few weeks after she’d hired him that she had so many requests for shows at special events on military bases, she let go of the nightclub bookings. Everything had fallen into place; her hard work was finally paying off. The thought that her wonderful, sweet Scott had a black mark in his life was not a happy one.