Codename Summer (Undercover Embassy, Book Four) Read Free Page A

There was no mockery in his tone, just a calm statement of fact.
    She closed her hands into fists, hating her weakness even as her passage clenched painfully. Once the decision was made for her to keep the appointment, her body had gone into sexual overdrive. She’d rubbed herself to a quick orgasm before she fell asleep the night before, but her dreams had been filled with images of Malik. She woke up restless and needy and she’d been wet ever since.
    He pushed two fingers into her pussy and she squeezed as hard as she could. “Oh yes. Push back against me. Ride my hand.”
    Beyond shame or regret, she bore down on his fingers, taking them as deep as she could. Then she pulled her hips forward, savoring the slide before she rammed herself back onto his hand again.
    “That’s right.” His voice was deep and commanding, just the way she remembered. “Harder.”
    She eagerly obeyed, spreading her legs wider to increase the pressure on her knees. He reached around her hip with his other hand and splayed his fingers against her pelvis, slowing her thrusts to better match the rhythm of his hand. She arched her back, tightening her inner muscles again and again.
    She was close, so damn close, but her orgasm remained just out of reach. He was intentionally avoiding her G-spot and her clit, keeping her simmering and desperate.
    With a frustrated cry she moved her hand downward, but he caught her wrist and returned her hand to its place on the door. “You know better.”
    “Please, let me come.”
    “You come when I say you come, and not before.”
    She trembled, concentrating on the wet slap of her pussy against his palm.
    She heard the frantic shuffle of his clothing. Then he shifted both hands to her hips and adjusted the angle of her body. His cock pushed between her thighs, the thick intrusion unmistakable.
    He paused against her opening and whispered into her ear, “Is this what you want, sweet slut?”
    She gritted her teeth to keep from begging. He would not bend her to his will so easily. Her body might need his but her mind and spirit were securely protected from his hypnotic sway. “This is why you summoned me, isn’t it? What are you waiting for?”
    His fingers tightened on her hips, and his hot breath ruffled her hair. “Works for me—Summer!”
    He drove his entire length into her aching passage with one violent thrust. The head of his cock brushed across her G-spot and the fullness compressed her clit. She started to come and threw back her head, slapping him in the face with her hair.
    “Not yet.” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her immobile as the sensations receded.
    “Malik, please,” she cried, squeezing him as hard as she could.
    “So it’s Malik now? What happened to Agent Wanatee?” He pulled back and shoved inward with short, sharp strokes.
    Pushing her head toward the door, he bent her forward. The new angle allowed him deeper, and Saroji moaned. She’d waited too long for this, needed the sweet release she’d only known with Malik.
    “Please, Sir, may I come?” She whispered the request, terrified of rejection, yet unable to withstand the pressure a moment longer.
    He cupped her mound and drove deep, molding his pelvis against her ass. His middle finger eased between her folds and circled her clit. “Come for me, Saroji. Squeeze me tight.”
    Suspended in a haze of sensation, Saroji submitted to his touch. She relaxed and let him take her, responding with her stillness. He dragged his finger across her clit and her orgasm released in forceful spasms, radiating out from where their bodies were joined.
    Her knees gave out as the last spasm faded and he followed her down to the floor. Pulling her away from the door, he pressed against her back. He resumed the gentle orbit of her clit as he dragged his cock nearly out. She folded her arms and lowered her head, offering him a better angle.
    The position must have pleased him. He groaned and grasped her hips with both hands.