Fuck my training.
The last thing Sam saw as she pounced were those big amber eyes growing even wider.
A squeal leaped from Bianca’s chest, her back colliding with the vehicle behind her. Sam’s vehicle. She slammed her hands against the metal on either side of Bianca, devouring her with famished lips. The only thing keeping them upright was the car, which rocked gently as her body pushed back against Bianca’s. The ravenous kisses sparking from Sam’s lips were meant to grace Bianca’s face, but the sudden toss of her head redirected Sam’s mouth straight to her client’s neck.
She grabbed a fistful of those delectable curls with one hand, her other firmly grasping Bianca’s hip, eliciting a fevered murmur from her. It was an explosion of lust Sam had never experienced before. She’d been with plenty of women, in high school, the military, civilian life. And even when she was really into a woman, she was always restrained in bed.
But there was something about Bianca that lit a fire inside her, one she couldn’t stop from consuming everything in its path. Like Bianca’s throat, delicate and warm with life. The tops of Bianca’s breasts, which were already pushing out of her dress. Her lips, almost as hungry as Sam’s.
We can’t do this here. But she couldn’t wait to take Bianca upstairs to her apartment. The mood would be dead by the time they hit the elevator. Logic would return, and with it, Sam’s hesitation. There would be no making out on her couch or stripping off each other’s clothes in her bed.
It was either here and now, or not at all.
“Mm!”
Bianca’s yelp wasn’t loud enough to echo through the parking garage, but it startled Sam all the same. Keep going. Don’t hold back. Now or never. As Bianca’s thighs spread apart, Sam filled the void between them with her hips, pushing them wider, bringing those smooth and delectable legs around her waist.
Hadn’t she imagined this so many times, or rather, tried not to imagine it? Pinning Bianca to a wall, a couch, a bed, anything? Claiming her with every inch of her body? Fucking her hard and fast as she begged for more?
As she pressed her body against Bianca’s, Sam forgot about the job. She forgot that Bianca was a temperamental heiress who had barely hit puberty when Sam was going off to the military. None of that mattered. As far as Sam’s lust was concerned, Bianca was a grown woman who had been teasing her from the day they met. She had both sparked the protective bear within Sam and summoned the domineering master who needed someone to tame.
Bianca needed taming. She wanted to be tamed. That was why she was here, in this parking garage, with her legs wrapped around Sam, pushing her breasts high into her bodyguard’s face.
“Fuck me,” Bianca whispered, nails clawing at Sam’s jacket and tugging on her loosening ponytail. “Hurry. I need you.”
Sam had an arsenal of witty comebacks at her disposal, but she couldn’t speak a single word. Not with her lips craving more soft flesh and her brain focused on her fingertips, which pulled up Bianca’s dress and went straight for the panties separating Bianca’s imagined purity from the wild and heated world of Sam’s depravity.
She slipped a hand into them, down to Bianca’s slit. Within moments, Sam was inside her. It was as if Bianca had grabbed her and pulled her into her core herself, she was so slick and warm and desperate.
Yes!The beast inside Sam raged as she worked her fingers inside. She had never wanted anyone so badly.
“Oh, God…” How Bianca could keep her voice so quiet at a time like this, Sam didn’t know. If it were me, I’d be yelling so loudly that every guard in a five-mile radius would come running. Brent and Trevor would be shocked to see this.
Why did that only make it hotter?
“Not so bold now, are you?” Sam growled into Bianca’s ear. “No snide comments for me?”
Still holding Bianca against the car, she added another finger, inching her way toward Bianca’s core. The heiress whimpered in sweet acquiescence, her hands like vises around the tops of Sam’s arms, holding on to her like she was a life preserver. Sam couldn’t get enough of it.
“How does it feel to have control taken away from you?” Sam whispered.
Bianca attempted to speak, but all that came out was a groan. Her body was quickly tightening around Sam’s. It had only been a few minutes, and Bianca was going to come already? Either Sam was just that good, or Bianca had been ready for this for a long time. All day? All week? Ever since they met?
“Yes…” Bianca almost crushed the back of Sam’s neck with her grip as she burst. “I’m—”
Curls spilled across the top of Sam’s car as Bianca silently screamed in orgasm. The only way Sam knew her client was undulating in pleasure and not pain was because of the hot, strengthening pull against her fingers. Everything that had been warm and wet one minute ago was now hot and tight.
“Fuck!” Bianca’s breaths were heavier than her weight clinging to Sam’s neck. She pinned her whole body against Bianca, holding her up against the car as she rode out the last of her climax.
Sam pulled away, her lips lingering against Bianca’s cheek as the two of them fell back against the car. Bianca pulled her into one last kiss, her gentle fingertips paying their respects to the part of Sam’s neck she’d been holding onto just a few seconds ago.
“Control is a state of mind,” Bianca said, finally answering Sam’s question. “One I’d like to get to explore more with you.”
But Sam’s hedonistic trance was already fading. And she was quickly returning to her senses.
She stepped back. “I…” When she held her hand up to her forehead to catch her breath, she realized that it wasn't perfume she could smell on her fingertips. “What did we just do?”
“We?” Bianca smoothed out her dress. “That was all you. I was just along for the ride.”