Alec's Royal Assignment (Man on a Mission 3)

“What is it, Toussaint?” one of the guards said brusquely when the two men reached the cell. One hand grasped the key ring on his belt that would unlock the cell door, the other grasped the baton that would subdue the prisoner if this was some kind of ruse.

“Not me,” Toussaint said quickly. “Him. The one in the next cell over. The king’s cousin.” The man bent his head and covered his ears. “I could hear him. Horrible. Horrible!”

Both guards moved one cell to the left, and the sight that met their eyes had both men cursing. One man fumbled for the key while the other grabbed his radio. “We need an emergency medical team in cell block D. Now. Now!”

* * *

Angelina and Alec walked back to her apartment with their arms wrapped around each other, as if they didn’t dare let go. When they finally stood in her bedroom, Alec kissed her slowly. Thoroughly. “No rush tonight,” he said softly as he tilted her head back, running his hands through her short, straight hair as if the silky texture pleased him immensely. “I want to take my sweet time. I want to seduce you, Angel. Is that okay?”

Her eyes met his. Those brown eyes so open, so honest. So beautiful to her. “I would like that, I think.” She felt unexpectedly shy. Why she would feel so after last night, when they’d writhed naked in each other’s arms, when they’d taken each other to unbelievable heights was a mystery. But she did.

He gently pressed her shoulders down so she was sitting on the bed, and he went down on one knee in front of her. He untied her shoes slowly, drawing one off, then the other. Her socks followed, and he caressed her bare ankles with his strong hands until she shivered, her nipples tightening uncontrollably, a sudden throbbing in her womanhood telling her his seduction was having an effect. A totally expected effect, after last night.

He reached for the fastening of her jeans and she tried to help him, but he gently pushed her hands away. “No, Angel. This is my seduction. Let me do it my way.”

She acquiesced, wondering where the demanding lover of last night had gone, and who this stranger was who’d taken his place. But then she stopped wondering, because she no longer cared.

Alec removed her clothing piece by piece. Maddeningly, achingly slowly. Pausing each time to kiss the flesh he’d exposed, telling her without words how beautiful she was to him. Making her sigh at how gentle, how tender he could be.

She closed her eyes and floated on a cloud of blissful sensation, letting him do whatever he wanted with her body, because everything he did was exactly what she needed when she needed it.

When he slipped her underwear down her legs and off, placing a kiss on the silky, golden curls he’d exposed, she suddenly realized she was completely naked and he was still fully clothed. A tiny dart of panic went through her, but Alec was prepared for that. “No,” he soothed, calming her fears with a kiss as he moved up and lay beside her on the bed. “Be patient, Angel. Trust me.” His voice dropped until it was barely a whisper. “Just close your eyes again and let yourself feel.”

She closed her eyes. Trust me, he’d said. And she did. She would.

She felt the bed respond as his weight was removed, and she heard a rustling sound she imagined was Alec removing his clothes. Then he was back next to her, his hard, naked body warm against hers.

He nuzzled her breasts, cupping them with his hands, and used his tongue to tease the nipples into tight little peaks. Angelina shivered, but not from the cold. She wanted...she wanted... She didn’t know how he knew, but he did. He must. Because his hand moved down, down, over her belly, to the curls guarding her womanhood. He toyed with them for just a moment and then slid his fingers between the petals, making her gasp. Then a second finger joined the first. Stroking deep. Deeper, his thumb finding the little nub at the same time, flicking over it until she moaned and her legs thrashed restlessly.

She almost opened her eyes then, because she wanted to see his face. Wanted to know if what he was feeling was anything approaching what she felt. But...trust me, he’d said. Just close your eyes...let yourself feel...

His fingers continued working their magic until she knew she couldn’t hold back any longer. Until she arched and cried out Alec’s name—not the screams of the night before, but a soft moan of exquisite pleasure as she throbbed around his fingers. Endlessly. When he finally removed his fingers, she felt such a sense of loss a whimper escaped her. But then Alec moved between her legs and she felt a blunt probing as his shielded flesh teased the entrance to her body. Teased, then withdrew. Pushed a little deeper, then withdrew again. Never enough. Never deep enough.