Page 38 of Secret Mission

A guttural sound of gratitude fills my throat.

Oh. Fuck.Yes.

The roar in my ears is a superhighway of raging blood, and her name is tattooed on every damned cell.

She’s sweet and salty and wet. Ripe. Totally fuckable.

“Truck, oh!” Bucking against my lips, Ally gasps and digs her fingertips into my shoulders “Slow down! Slow. Slow?—”

Okay, maybe I do ignore her orders, because I can feel her rippling, blooming for me. Flooding my mouth with liquid heat.

Less than ten seconds later, her voice keens toward the thatched roof above us. “Ohmygodddd, Just likethat.”

Chapter Eleven

That… that happened. Holy hell. I just came all over a stranger’s face on a stolen boat in the middle of a wild river in a foreign, jungle nation.

Me. Allison Westerly. The boring archeologist who stays home on weekend nights to catch up on the latest research papers.

But, my god. I’m so glad I didn’t stop him.

Truck is a sight to behold between my legs. The wide knotted shoulders, the strong-corded neck, with a long straight spine bound by thick muscles that lead down to a tight, muscular ass.

The man is perfection. All of it, even his mud-caked cargo pants where they hug the curve of his ass is just teasing me even more.

Nearly weeping with pleasure, drunk on the sight of him, I forget all modesty.

My legs rock open farther. Putting myself right there.

Screw the fact that I haven’t had a shower. Forget that I’ve been nearly shot and almost drowned. I’m so in it that I don’t even recognize myself.

Full display.

Caution to the wind.

I grind recklessly against him. Moaning sounds embarrassingly coming from somewhere deep inside my chest.

A second orgasm is chasing me like a whirlwind ripping across the open plain.

Apparently, almost dying a handful of times will make you wanton as hell.

“God, you’re. So. Good. Atthat.” My voice is ragged as my heartbeat. “I’m so close again.”

That must be the right thing to say because two thick, hard fingers find my center and hook inside. Hitting me square in a place that’s never been touched.

“Oh!”

He chuckles against me, pressing his mouth to my clit as he speaks. “You’re going to squirt for me, Ally. I can feel it, you’re right there.”

My eyes fly open.

I am? Is that what I feel? That low pressure, that heat that’s building and building, and the need to push against his fingers?

“Fuck, yes.” His groan is rough. “Let it go.”

I can’t breathe. I can’t think.

The urge overtakes me, and I loosen my lower muscles, lifting my hips as he presses those incredible fingers into me more and more.

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