Page 101 of Delivery After Dark
“Would that be so terrible?”
“I need my stuff, and we both need food. Focus on the mission, Commander.”
“Yes, Captain, my Captain.” He rubbed his erection against her back. “Keep me on task.”
“That is not on the agenda.”
His hands slid down her back to cup her ass. “We could be so quick.”
Before she knew it, he’d turned and lifted her, pressing her back against the cool tile, perfectly aligning their bodies.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “That was sneaky.”
“Being ready for the sneak attack is a critical part of our training.”
Her face hurt from smiling and laughing. She did a lot of both those things with him. “I must’ve missed that day.”
“What do you say, my Captain? Shall we fire the missile one more time to hold us over until after the mission?”
Monique lost it laughing. “Fire the missile…” She howled.
“You like that, huh?” He nudged at her with his metaphorical missile.
That thought made her laugh even harder.
“My missile is feeling a bit wounded by your laughter.”
“What can I do to make this right?”
He affected a grave expression. “I think you know, Captain.”
“Whatever must be done to advance the cause. I’m on board. Get it? On board? A little Coast Guard reference.”
“Very clever.” He gave her his full length in one deep thrust that made her moan. Then he held still, making sure she was okay before he continued.
She loved the way he took care of her even in the throes of wild desire. Her gaze met his in utter unity, a moment so charged with potential and emotion and all the things, it rendered her breathless as she tried to process each new realization while he made her come twice in rapid succession before he found his own pleasure.
“You got me all dirty again,” he muttered as he raised his head off her shoulder, withdrew from her and put her down carefully, making sure she was steady on her feet.
“I got you dirty? I think it was the other way around, sailor.”
“Oh, I’ve been demoted after two orgasms? How is that fair?”
She gave his shoulder a playful smack when he would’ve started the soaping process all over again. “Hands to yourself until we’re dressed. We have a mission to execute.”
“I like when you boss me, my Captain.”
“Don’t get any ideas.”
“I’m full of ideas. I have so many ideas where you’re concerned, I could write a book about them all.”
She’d never had such silly fun with a man before, and found she quite enjoyed it. Hell, she’d enjoyed every second she’d spent with him. It was easy, and dear God, was there something to be said for that.
“I’d give anything to know what you’re thinking right now,” he said as he toweled off.
“I’m thinking about how easy this is.”
“How do you mean?”
