Code Name Ghost (Jameson Force Security 5)

Sheer bliss overtakes me as his cock powers in and out, long and sure thrusts now that he knows I’ve fully accommodated him. I can feel him everywhere, but mostly so deep inside of me that I know the place he’s touching will only ever be his from now on.

“God, you feel so good, Anna,” Malik mumbles, moving his mouth to my throat. He has a palm back on my breast. As he pinches my nipple, I feel a slight wetness there. I can’t even be embarrassed about it. Malik doesn’t seem to notice as he starts to pound between my legs.

As much as I love the gentleness and restraint he’s shown during our first time together—to make sure it’s good for me—it’s this strong man who has risen from the ashes to claim my body as his own right now that is more pleasurable than anything I’ve ever felt before.

“More,” I urge him, my hands returning to his ass.

Malik growls in my ear, fucking me harder. I arch my neck, close my eyes, and hang on for this amazing, thrilling, and beautiful ride.

Slipping an arm under my leg, his elbow catching me behind my knee joint, Malik pulls my leg up and spreads me wider. Unbelievably, he goes deeper still, and it’s clear that no matter who I’d been with in life prior to this man—husband or any other—I’ve never been fucked so thoroughly and deeply.

For a painful moment, I have a flash of guilt that I’d compared Jimmy to Malik, but I stuff it away for later analysis. They are two different men, and I’ll never let one diminish the other.

Malik is throwing himself into me. My legs are spread so wide they ache. When I open my eyes, I find him once again enchanted by the space between my legs. His head is bent, eyes pinned on his thick cock claiming me, and when I dare let my gaze fall there, it’s too much for me to bear.

A second orgasm curls inward. I hold on to it for a brief but beautiful moment before casting it outward to share with Malik. Once again, my back bows and my nails dig hard into his ass. His eyes fly to mine, widening as he realizes I’m coming again and it might just be too much for him.

“Oh, fuck…” he groans, planting himself deep and bringing his mouth down to mine. He does nothing but lightly rest it there, panting against me. His body jerks hard and he starts to groan, chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” as he unloads.

I move my hands to his back, feeling a ripple move up his spine before Malik collapses onto me. He’s sweaty, his shaft still pulsing between my legs. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly to my body. When we both regain our senses, I hope he’s not going to have any regrets about this.

I know I sure as hell won’t.

Malik rolls to his side, taking me with him. Placing a gentle kiss on my mouth, he smiles.

“Hi,” I say, my belly fluttering because the intimacy of just lying here in each other’s arms feels as good as what we just did.

“Hey,” he replies with a chuckle.

“You good?” I ask hesitantly.

The smile on his gorgeous face slides a little. “I’m going to have to be. No undoing what we just did, and I sure as fuck am not going backward after that.”

“It was beyond stellar, right?” I ask, because I need the validation. I need to know I’m not making something of this connection we have that’s simply not there.

“Far beyond stellar,” he agrees, again putting his lips on me. This time, he rests them on my forehead. When he pulls back, though, I note his expression is slightly guarded.

“What is it?”

A tiny muscle in his jaw ticks as he peers past me to the window. I can tell he’s grappling with something.

When his gaze comes back to me, it’s resolved. “I want to keep this a secret.”

“A secret?” I ask hesitantly.

“Kynan knows about us,” he says. “He came and talked to me a bit ago while I was in the firing range. Told me that you had told him what was going on.”

“I’m sorry,” I immediately apologize, but I’m also somewhat put off by this. Is he ashamed of me?

He shakes his head, his palm coming to the center of my chest. “No, I’m probably not saying this right. Kynan is cool with us seeing each other. I think you’re amazing, and yes… I have my issues with what happened in Syria, which I swear I’ll work through that. Kynan has pretty much demanded it.”

“As have I,” I point out.

Malik smiles. “Yes. I hear you loud and clear. It’s just… there’s sort of a bro code.”

“A bro code?” I mutter, completely confused.