Izzy sat back after she had him securely tied. Her conscience eating at her. This was very, very, very wrong. “I am sorry, but I don’t know what else to do!” She sat on the edge of the bed fighting back tears. She was so torn. Jasmyn could be dying somewhere and this was her only chance of finding her.
“Special Agent Flynn Ryker, I hope you can forgive me, and I hope you don’t get into too much trouble over this, but a girl’s gotta do what girl’s gotta do.”
Hovering over his face, she stared at him for a long moment. He was damn good looking. Beautiful even. Every angle of his face was perfect. From his dark brows, long lashes, straight nose and full lips to his square chin, he was male perfection personified. Not a scar or scratch on him. He could have walked out of a GQ photo shoot.
He was tall, muscled, with a spectacular physique. Longingly she looked down his sculpted abs to his very much aroused penis. What would he feel like inside her? If he were conscious, would he be gentle or impatient for her? They had had an immediate chemical reaction to each other. A first for her. Izzy had never been in denial about her looks. While she wasn’t a classic beauty like her sister, she had an interesting face and great skin. She was petite, only five foot three, but she had lots of curves and worked hard to keep them in check.
“Okay, Slick, let’s get this show on the road.”
He moaned and as he did, pulled free of the belt and reached out a hand to her, catching the side of her breast. Izzy stifled a sharp gasp of pleasure. His hand dropped to her thigh, the contact singing her skin. “Tiny dancer,” he whispered, “where you going?”
Izzy bit her bottom lip. Was he waking up? Nervous frissons prickled along her spine.
Bending over him, she pushed up an eyelid. “Can you hear me?”
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
Hmm, she hadn’t begun to video, and she had already decided she’d mute it, so, maybe… “Is it okay if I have my way with you?”
His hand slid along her thigh to her waist. When she held her breath, fighting the deliciousness that followed in the wake of his touch, the bottom swell of her breast touched his hand. His fingers twitched, then splayed, cupping her. “Ah, geez, that feels good.” Too good. She slid off the bed and stood staring down at him. Losing control was not an option. Neither was being recognized. If the cops got a hold of this, her signature blue wig would give her away.
Yanking the spiky blue wig off her head, and slipping out of the long-sleeved button-down shirt she had thrown over her bikini, Izzy hurried into the bathroom, took off the bikini, pulled her fake eyelashes off, and washed her face. She slipped on a little pink camisole, and decided on a long rainbow-colored wig that, placed at the right angle, would hide her face.
Inhaling a deep, cleansing breath, she paused, then exhaled and with purpose, strode back into the bedroom.
He was snoring. Good. Carefully turning his head to face the cell phone, she tapped the record icon. Making sure to keep her head turned to the right so as not to be identified, Izzy gingerly straddled him. Just as she eased her body down skin to skin, his penis surged against the inside of her thigh.
“Oh, boy, okay, that’s crazy scary and amazing.”
She had never been so close to a man’s penis. She wasn’t wearing panties. All he had to do was thrust into her and that would end her life as a virgin. Anxious desire swept through her. If she were going to lose it, what better specimen to lose it to than this one? She let out a long breath and retied the belt around his wrists. Tighter this time. She was up shit’s creek if he woke up.
“Hey, baby,” she said huskily, “Come to momma.” In answer, his penis surged against her thigh again.
Gasping, she looked up at his face to find his eyes closed. Sweeping the long hair of her wig to the left side of her face, masking her identity, Izzy pressed her lips to his and melted a little. They were so warm and surprisingly soft. Sliding her hands up his chest, she skimmed her tongue along the seam of his lips and when they gave way, she kissed him deeply. His body tightened beneath her, and suddenly she lost herself in the kiss.
He tasted good. Felt good. Digging her fingers into his hair, she angled his head so that she could get deeper into his mouth. Ravenously, she kissed him. Hungry for him in a way that shocked her. Even in his drugged state, his body reacted to her. It boosted her confidence. Her hips slowly undulated against his waist, and she realized she was slick. All she had to do was slide down just a few inches and he would be inside of her.
Throwing her head back, she moaned loudly when his hips jerked against her. “God almighty, you feel good,” she whispered. Reaching behind her, Izzy grasped his thighs, digging her fingers into him. Her body tensed as she held herself still, wanting to go further, but not daring to. If she did, she’d ride him off into the sunset. He felt that good and she was worked up that much.
“I can’t believe how hot I am for you right now and I don’t even know you.” She sat back and stared smugly at him. “Does that make me bad?” She leaned forward and kissed his full lips, then traced her tongue along his bottom lip around to his top lip. “I don’t care. I want you in a very bad way.” She licked his pulsing jugular and ran her fingertips along the hard muscles of his arms. “I like your arms. Strong. I bet I’d feel real safe if you wrapped them around me.” Reaching up to his hands, she entwined her fingers through his. As she did, her breasts brushed against his face. A low moan escaped his mouth.
“I bet you like your women white and uptight.” She slid down him, her folds slickening his penis from head to root. “Oh, geez, that’s amazing,” she breathed, holding her body still against him, afraid of what she wanted so badly to do to him.
Long minutes passed as she wrangled her body back into compliance. “A guy like you looks at a girl like me for one thing.” She rotated her hips along the head of him. Couldn’t help it. He was so warm and thick and rigid and oh dear God, she was going to be in so much trouble if she went there. His penis jerked against her as his body tightened beneath her. A thin sheen of perspiration erupted between them.
“Oh, you want me, don’t you?” She moved low against his belly, keeping the head of his penis a safe distance from her receptive opening. “I want you, too. I want you to give me the mother of all orgasms.” She lowered her lips to his ear and confessed. “I’ve never had one before. Not with a man.” She giggled. “Or a woman. Just my toys.” She sucked his earlobe. “I bet you aren’t selfish either.” She moved hotly against him, her breath deepening. “Yeah, I bet you could make me scream and beg like a baby for a bottle.” Her fingernails dug into his thick bicep as her hips moved faster and harder against his belly. She noticed the way his arms tightened and his own breathing had become shorter, and shallower. “I’m so turned on right now that if you rolled me over and took me, I’d let you.” She kissed him. His lips opened for her to plunder and his body responded as if he were awake.
Her body stilled. What she was doing was so wrong. Groaning with frustration, she broke free of his lips and pressed her forehead to his chest.
“I want to for all the right reasons, but can’t for the wrong ones.”
His heart beat chaotically against her cheek. For several long minutes she lay still against his warm, strong body, reveling in the power of him. Fantasizing about what it would be like to have a man like this bend over backward to please her. She sighed and lifted her head and stared at him. “I’m sorry, Prince Charming, but this is the end of the road.”
Leaning up, she slid her hands along his cheeks and kissed him one last time. His body surged as his lips took control of hers. Izzy gasped and pulled away but his lips chased hers, catching them. Oh, God, no, he was awake.
“Untie me.” His voice was as clear and crisp, not a hint of a drug induced slur.