Page 13 of Taboo

She pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on the present, mostly on the god who shared her bed last night. Or, she guessed it was his bed. Either way, he was an amazing figure, all sleek muscles and golden skin. Everywhere. The man looked like he laid out in the sun all day. She didn’t miss the little nicks in his skin or the one scar that looked like a bullet hole. It was definitely proof that he had served in some dangerous areas of the world.

“You know, you can take a picture if you want to.”

She looked back up at his face. His eyes were still closed, but his mouth curved up on one side.

“I would never take a picture of you without your permission.”

His lids lifted and she raised the sheet to cover herself. She didn’t know why. It’s not like he hadn’t seen all of her the night before, but with the sunlight of a new day shining in the room, she felt exposed. Like everything she could hide the night before was now on display for him to judge.

Her phone buzzed again, and she turned to grab it. This time David’s face was there. He was calling her again, which meant he really was irritated. Or worried. It was hard to tell sometimes.

She knew better than to ignore a call, so she grabbed up her phone and clicked it on.

“Please tell me you aren’t dead,” he demanded.

She chuckled. “No such luck for you.”

The bed dipped behind her, but she ignored it. Or at least, she did until she felt his mouth on the small of her back. Heat flushed through her and her nipples immediately tightened. Oh, god, this man. He turned her into the sex maniac Gregor had accused her of being. She hummed as pleasure rolled through her.

“What was that?” David asked.

“Uh, hmm, nothing.”

“O. M. G. You got laid last night!” His squeal was so loud Julienne was sure Alek heard it.

“I’ll be?—”

“No. I’ll move our departure back a few hours. And I expect details. All. The. Details.”

Then the phone went dead. He’d hung up without waiting for her response.

Meanwhile, Alek was kissing his way up her spine. His tongue moving over her flesh as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She dropped her phone on the table again and fell back to the bed. Alek urged her onto her stomach, then he slipped over on top of her before spreading her legs so he could kneel between them. Julienne set her palms on the mattress, but Alek anticipated her move. He settled his hands on her back.

“No, stay right there,kuuipo.”

She had no idea what the word meant, but he’d used it several times the night before. His hand wasn’t really holding her down. It was more of a suggestion, but there was the thread in his voice that told her he might want to play a little rougher. The idea of that shouldn’t get her off. It wasn’t her scene, and they had no time to build the needed trust, but oh, she would love to experience that. At least once she wanted a man who she could trust to give that kind of control to. She knew it wouldn’t happen. Not now, and definitely not with Alek.

He lifted his hand from her back, then trailed a finger down her spine. Her nipples tightened more and her pussy clenched. Oh, god, she wanted more of that. All of it, in fact. He had the most talented hands. And mouth. And other…parts.

He leaned forward, bracing a hand on each side of her head and pressed against her. His cock pulsed against her ass, and it was then that she thought about the picture she had presented. Her massive bum on display. It wasn’t something she wanted to ever present.

“What?” Alek asked, his breath feathering over her shoulder as he bent to kiss her back.

“What do you mean?”

“Your spine went all rigid. What’s up?”

“I…” Who wanted to tell the man in bed with her that she’s embarrassed about her body? Not all of it, just that particular body part.

“Hmm, maybe I need to torture you for the information.”

His fingers slipped down her spine, followed by open mouth kisses.

“Torture? I hate to think that this was how you got information out of the enemy.”

He chuckled, causing a rush of his breath to feather over her skin. She shivered; she couldn’t fight it. There was no way she could hide her reactions to this man. But this was just about right now, this moment. He kissed the spot just above the curve of her ass. He was barely touching her, just a sweep of fingers and butterfly kisses. Still, she was wet with need and her entire body was attuned to him. Maybe that’s why she was so susceptible to him.

When she thought he would stop, he simply continued. His mouth skimmed her butt cheeks. He pulled back for a second. She had no idea what he was doing, until she felt his finger trailing between her cheeks, circling her puckered hole.

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