Heroic Measures (Blackbridge Security 6)

“I think I like the sound of that.”

I pull back. “You think?”

“I know,” she clarifies.

“I know I used those three words, and they’re probably freaking you out. I know you may not feel that way now, but I need to know if you’re open to that.”

“Open to falling in love with you?”

Why do I feel like I’m under a spotlight right now? “Yeah.”

Her smile grows. “Yeah, Jude. I’m open to that.”

“So, you’re mine?”

“That’s a little possessive, isn’t it? Mine. What does that even mean?”

“It means I want you in my bed, and if you need to be home, then I’m in yours. It means no more flirting with the guys at work. It means when you need to come, I’m the one to make that happen. It means that you consider me when making huge decisions, or small decisions. Okay, all decisions. I want to be the first person you call when you’re happy. The first to see your tears when you’re upset. I need to be a part of your life.”

“That all?”

I can’t tell if she’s joking or not.

“I’m sure I’ll think of more, but I’ve never been in a relationship before.”

“A relationship,” she says as if she’s mulling over the word and trying to figure out if she likes the taste of it on her tongue.

“I can agree to those demands.”

My fingers flex on her hips.

“Seal it with a kiss?”

She leans in, pressing her mouth to mine, and what starts out innocent enough turns damn near feral when she moans into my mouth.

Chapter 36

Parker

“God, you’re always so hard for me,” I say when he pulls me against his chest and rolls his hips.

“Always,” he confesses.

My fingers begin to work open the button on his jeans, but he stops me before I can pull the zipper down.

“This isn’t the place.”

He looks as if he’s in physical pain with those words, so I try to hide my pout.

I must not do very well because he chuckles at the look on my face.

“It’s against the rules to have sex at work?”

“Well,” he begins. “I don’t know that it’s written in the handbook or anything but thinking it’s okay for anyone is ridiculous.”

“So, no one else that works up here has gotten frisky in one of their offices?”

“Well—”

“That pause tells me they have.” I reach for his zipper a second time, and much to my delight, he doesn’t stop me this time. “Think you can be quiet?”

“I’m not worried about me. I don’t think you have any idea how loud you are when you come.”

I grin, pressing my mouth to his throat as I push his jeans down far enough to wrap my hand around his cock. My smile widens when he hisses with pleasure.

“Shh,” I tease. “We don’t want anyone knowing what we’re doing.”

“They’re probably out there—oh fuck, that’s good. They probably have their ears pressed to the door, taking bets.”

I look to the door, reaching around Jude to flip the lock so we can’t be interrupted.

“None of them have keys, do they?”

“All of them,” he confesses, chuckling when my eyes widen. “But they’d never open a locked door unless they think someone is in trouble.”

“That sounds like the go-ahead I was hoping for. I bet I can make you come four times in the next hour.”

His hands find my shoulders. “No more games. No more bets.”

I nod my head, understanding his reasoning. I used that as an excuse to spend time with him. I had even convinced myself that was why I showed up at his place that night instead of acknowledging that I honestly just wanted to be around him, to spend time with someone who worshipped my body the way he does.

“Okay,” I agree. “I’m going to make you come four times in the next sixty minutes.”

His smile is devious as he lifts my chin under the crook of one finger before pressing his mouth to mine.

“It’s not very comfortable in here.”

I turn around when he waves his arm out to take a look at the room.

“There are so many things that can be done on an examination table, Jude.”

“Because you have experience?” He sounds less than impressed.

“I’ve watched a lot of porn.”

He laughs. “So have I. Get this gown on and get up there, Ms. Maxwell.”

He leaves me, walking across the room to take a seat on the rolling stool.

“What? No gloves, Doctor?” I ask as I begin to strip down, anticipation making my skin flush.

“I’m going inside of you bare,” he says.

“I don’t think that’s—”

He wiggles his fingers. “These, Parker.”

“Oh.”

“We could fuck for months and still be protected,” he says, opening a drawer to show me the supply of condoms he has in here.

“Looks more like weeks, but why do you have so many? You actually use those in here?”

He shakes his head with a laugh. “The guys suggested them. Deacon made me bring them in here instead of the filled fishbowl in the breakroom that they thought was the best idea.”