Monk (K19 Security Solutions 7)

When she chose the former, he closed his eyes and focused on the nirvana of having her lips and tongue and mouth and hands on him.

As much as he wanted to weave his fingers in her silky hair, he rested his arms at his sides, like he’d told her to do. The gift she was giving him was too good to do anything but accept.

THE KNOCK CAME at the door just as Saylor was kissing her way back up his sated body. He grabbed her arms before she could get up and brought her mouth to his. Without letting her go, he shouted toward the door. “Leave it in the hallway.”

Saylor smiled.

“Good girl,” he said when she knelt between his legs. He released his grip on her arms. “Now put the condom on me.” When she straddled his body again, Monk put his hands on her waist and eased her down on his hardness.

“Oh my God,” she groaned, arching her back until he was in as deep as he could get. As she found her rhythm, Monk covered both her breasts with his hands, toying with her nipples.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled himself up so he could reach her breasts with his mouth. “I want to pierce these,” he said, flicking her nipples with his tongue. He gripped the cheeks of her ass and began moving her back and forth, setting his own rhythm.

“Link your ankles behind my back,” he told her, taking control of her body and his. He took her hard and then backed off when he felt her on the brink. He did that again and again until she begged him not to stop.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

“God, Monk, please don’t stop. I’m begging you.”

“Give it to me, Saylor. Let me feel you.”

5

Saylor rolled onto her back. That was as much as she could move. She’d started to get up, but when Monk told her in his sexy-as-shit demanding tone of voice to lie back down, she did.

She watched as he pulled on his jeans, walked to the door, opened it, and wheeled the cart of food into the room.

“I think this is for you,” he said, handing her a folded note.

Saylor laughed when she read it. “My mom says thanks for knowing roast chicken is her favorite. She thinks I ordered it, but think how impressed she’d be to know you did.”

She handed the note back to him and was about to get up and put her clothes on when she saw him drop his jeans to the floor. He moved two chairs side by side at the table near the window and then moved the domed plates of food there as well.

“I can help,” she said, getting up from the bed.

He shook his head. “Take a seat.”

She walked naked over to the upholstered chair and sat down. He poured two glasses of wine, handed her one, and then sat down beside her. He lifted the dome from her plate and set it out of their way.

“This looks fabulous,” she said, smiling when she saw that each entrée had been portioned in two and divided between the plates. “Thank you, Monk.” She leaned over to kiss the center of his Aztec sun tattoo. “My brother has the same ink.”

“Yes,” he said, setting his fork on his plate and taking a drink of wine.

“I CAN’T TAKE ANOTHER BITE,” she groaned after only eating half of the food in front of her and noticing Monk’s plate was empty. “Would you like more?”

Rather than answer, he switched their plates and continued eating.

She picked up her glass of wine, took another drink, leaned back, and closed her eyes, reveling in the peacefulness. The only time her house was quiet was when her daughters were at school or asleep. If they were home and awake, the noise was non-stop.

“Come,” said Monk, holding his hand out to her. “You need to sleep.”

Instead of handing her the clothes she left scattered on the floor, he pulled back the blanket and sheet and motioned for her to lie on the bed.

“Monk, I can—”

He put his fingertips on her lips. “Sleep with me.”

When he crawled in next to her and pulled her into his arms, she realized how much nicer this was than going next door and having a conversation with her mother, not that she’d mind that part of it. Getting into a cold bed, though, would’ve been so much worse.