Page 38 of At Your Service

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“Good morning, Mrs. Gold. Are you here to see your husband?”

The question startled her and Nina looked down to see the huge emerald-cut diamond on her ring finger.

“Uh, no. I’m actually here to work. I need to check in with a few vendors and make sure that products are being shipped on time.” She continued to talk even though the woman was frowning at her. “There were a couple complaints on the website and I need to get things ironed out.”

“I don’t understand. Maybe you want to report some issues with the company site to your husband?”

“No. I want to take care of the issues—they’re with my company, At Your Service.”

The woman was shaking her head, her silky hair moving from side to side. “You’re welcome to go see your husband. But I’ve never heard of At Your Service...”

Nina’s eyes opened wide into a room filled with slashes of moonlight coming through the partially closed blinds. She pressed a hand to her chest, her heart beating wildly. A few blinks later and she swallowed hard, her gaze falling on the nightstand beside the bed where a clock flashed bright white numbers: 3:54. Beside the clock was her phone, plugged into its charger. She’d put it there just before joining Major in the shower.

She was at Major’s penthouse... He’d fixed her pizza...

A sigh of relief rushed from her as she realized it had only been a dream. The wedding, going to RGF...it was all a dream. A strange and alarming dream that now had her sitting up in the bed.

The sheet slid to her waist and she rubbed her hands over her face. That dream was strange and it left her feeling even stranger. Full of emotion and empty at the same time. But it wasn’t real, nothing about being with Major was real, even this moment.

She glanced over her shoulder to see him sleeping. One arm was thrown above his head while the other lay across his bare stomach. The sheet was riding dangerously close to revealing what she already knew was a delicious part of him.

He seemed real.

Leaning back and propping herself up on one elbow, she stared down at him. He had thick eyebrows that she wished she had. Hers were thin and most times she penciled them in. His nose was straight, wide and proportional with his face, his squared jaw and average ears. Her gaze fell on his lips and her own parted. They were usually warm when they met hers. And soft. Did men like being told they had soft lips?

She was leaning over before she thought better of the action. But when her lips hovered just seconds away from his, Major’s eyes opened, and she froze.

His response was to move the arm that had been resting over his abs, snake it around her waist and pull her on top of him. She licked his bottom lip as his hands splayed over her ass. Then her tongue stroked his top lip. Their gazes held.

He parted his lips slightly, just enough so that his tongue inched out, and she pounced, sucking it deep into her mouth. He groaned and pressed her bare mound into his thickening erection. Only the thin sheet separated them, but she sucked on his tongue like it was his dick, and desire pierced through her, falling with clever accuracy in her center. She spread her legs so that she was now straddling him, rubbing her pussy over the sheet. He thrust his hips up to meet hers, his hands moving upward to bury themselves in her hair.

He pulled her back then, her mouth reluctantly releasing him. For endless moments, they just stared at each other.

She didn’t know what he was thinking. The only thing running through her mind right now was that this felt real. From the throbbing in her center to the tightening in her chest, as she continued to stare down at him, it felt very real.

“I don’t know what this is,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.

“Neither do I,” she admitted. “But I don’t want it to stop.”

It was an admission she hadn’t planned to make. That made sense because she hadn’t planned for him.

In response, he pulled her head down and took her mouth in a kiss that was as achingly slow and sweet as it was deliciously tempting and erotic.

He rolled her over and kicked the sheets aside before reaching over her to the nightstand and pulling open the top drawer. He tossed the condom to her and she caught it, ripping the paper and retrieving the latex. Coming up on his knees, he whispered in a hungry voice, “Put it on.”

She sat up, rubbing her hand along his thick length as her mouth watered. She couldn’t resist dipping her head and taking him in deep.

“Dammit,” he cursed loudly. “You’re killing me.”

And he had awakened an insatiable need in her.

With deep suction, she slid her mouth from his base to his tip before easing down once more. This had never been a favorite of hers during sex. It was more intimate than she’d ever wanted to be with anyone else, but she loved the taste of him. Loved the feel of him in her mouth, pressing at the back of her throat, sliding over her tongue and easing past her lips.

“Put it on. Now!”

She let him slip from her mouth with a popping sound and inched the condom on until he was covered. He pushed her back onto the pillows before leaning his head down to drag his tongue along the first row of beads at her waist.

“Yesssss.” She let her hands fall to his head. He captured the beads between his teeth and lifted his head slightly to watch her as she looked down at him.