Page 36 of Code Name: Ghost

“I’ve just had my annual physical and I’m clean, too. I haven’t been with anyone except for Hector in years, and I’ve been on birth control since I was a teenager. I really don’t want you to have to use a condom.”

For a moment, he just stares at me, his gaze so intense it feels like he can see straight into my soul. Then he nods, his hands sliding up my sides, his thumbs brushing against the curve of my waist, before reaching up to cup my breasts and flick my stiffened nipples with his thumbs.

“Then kneel,” he commands, his voice low.

I drop to my knees without hesitation, my body responding to him instinctively. I find myself face-to-face with the hard line of his cock pressing against his fly. The cool floor presses against my skin, but all I can focus on is him—his voice, his touch, the sheer presence of him.

He fists my hair, tilting my head back to meet his gaze, which is a mixture of desire and dominance. “Good girl.” His lips trail down my cheek and he claims my mouth in a searing kiss.

The praise washes over me, leaving me breathless. His mouth devours mine, his tongue invading, demanding and possessive. I hear myself moan. My hands instinctively reach up, gripping his thighs, my nails digging into his pants as his kiss deepens.

Breaking the kiss, Nick trails his lips down my neck, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.

He steps back slightly, his hands moving to his shirt. He shrugs it off, revealing the hard planes of his chest and his sculpted abs, the defined lines of muscle that make my mouth go dry.

“Hands behind your back,” he instructs, his voice steady.

I obey, clasping my hands together and sitting back on my heels. The position thrusts my breasts at him and makes me feel exposed, vulnerable, but also empowered.

Nick circles me slowly, his fingers trailing over my skin as he moves. His touch is light, teasing, but it sets every nerve in my body on fire.

“You’re mine now, Cherise,” he says, his voice low and possessive. “Every inch of you belongs to me.” He growls, leaning over, his finger sliding down my spine and trailing through the cleft of my ass. I shudder as it all comes back to me—the way he made me feel, the way he made me come undone, the way I reveled in his touch.

“Yes,” I whisper, the word slipping out before I can stop it, my voice hoarse with desire.

He kneels in front of me, his hand cupping the back of my neck as he pulls me closer. His lips brush against mine, soft at first, then harder, more demanding.

His kiss deepens, his tongue teasing mine as his hand moves to my waist, pulling me against him. I can feel the heat of his body, the sheer power of him, and it leaves me trembling. I understand why it’s called dominance now. But given some of the reading I’ve been doing, it no longer frightens me, nor do I find anything weak in the prospect of submitting.

He pulls back slightly, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re not allowed to hide from me anymore, Cherise. Do you understand? Not your body, not your desires. I want it all.”

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “I’m yours.” It should be terrifying to admit that, but it isn’t. I feel the years fall away.

He stands, pulling me to my feet with him. His hands trail down my body, exploring every curve, every inch of exposed skin, guiding me to the bed and giving me a gentle shove. There is no ask in how he handles me, only the unspoken promise that I will feel his dominance in a way that makes me come alive again. I realize now I’ve spent most of my adult life sleepwalking.

“Lie down,” he says, nodding toward the bed.

I do as he says, my heart pounding as he moves to join me. His hands are everywhere, his touch both commanding and tender. He doesn’t rush, taking his time to explore me, to learn every reaction, every sound I make.

His fingers continue their exploration, tracing the outline of my sex, but stopping just short of giving me the release I crave. My breath comes in short pants, my body trembling with anticipation.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So ready for this.”

I whimper, my hips rising off the bed, seeking his touch. He chuckles, his fingers finally slipping between my folds, stroking me with a slow, deliberate rhythm. I cry out. I can’t help myself.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you want to submit to me.”

I moan, my body arching into his touch, my hand clutching at the sheets of the bed. His fingers work their magic, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy, only to pull back and start the torment over again.

“Please, Nick,” I beg, my voice still hoarse. “I need you inside me.”

With a low growl, he shifts his body, removing his pants and hovering over me before settling himself between my thighs. I close my eyes.

“Open your eyes. I want to see you. I want you to see me.”

My eyes flutter open, meeting his intense gaze as he slowly enters me, filling me with his hardness. He’s bigger than I remember, or did I just get used to Hector not being very well endowed? He takes it slowly, pushing forward so that I feel him taking possession of me. He draws back until only the crown is inside me before thrusting back in.

A strangled cry escapes my lips as he begins to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body. His eyes never leave mine, his expression a mixture of desire and possessiveness.

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