McKenzie Cousins Box Set 3

slips quietly up the backstairs.

THE END

Of A Cowboy for Christmas

27

Joshua

Prologue

If I weren’t working I’d be at the bar with a beer in my hand trying to take my mind off my boss. Who am I kidding? I wouldn’t even be in this dive of a nightclub if I weren’t working.

Working the case of a killer who kills couples, I’d been tasked with going undercover with my boss, Supervisory Special Agent Mallory Jenkins. She was older than me by thirteen years. The first time I’d seen her I’d been mesmerized by her green eyes. Until tonight I’d never seen her wearing cosmetics. Her beautiful face was flawless and didn’t need to be covered up. She was a conservative woman, her work wardrobe was extremely unflattering, however, I’d been lucky enough to see her in running gear. The sight had forever been etched in my mind. The woman had curves and a body for sin.

My preoccupation with her was annoying because I’d never had this problem with a woman before. I often wondered if my desire had anything to do with her being out of my league, and certainly unobtainable. I’m the rookie under her command.

Which is why tonight, I’m going crazy. Because of our age difference we’ve been asked to work undercover together. The nightclub being the only common link between the death of three other couples.

All murdered couples had a difference of eight plus years between them—the women had all been older.

We’re the only ones inside the club working this case; agents are covering both the front and rear exits. This club allows no phones and everyone is checked upon entrance for electronic devices. So we’re basically on our own inside these walls.

The dimness of the place makes it difficult to see anything or anyone unless they’re right in front of you…or you scent them.

Before Mallory closes the distance between us, I scent her. Her perfume makes my nostrils flare and my cock twitch. She presses against me and her arms wrap around my neck. My gaze searches over her face and I realize she’s just as nervous at having to play this roll with me, as I am with her.

Whispering in my ear, “We need to make this look real,” Mallory curls a leg over my hip, bringing herself so damn close that I’m afraid to breathe.

I grasp her hips in my hands and pause when I unintentionally drag her mound over my erection. A blush creeps onto my face as I meet the surprise in Mallory’s eyes. Except, I don’t only see surprise, I see desire, which she quickly masks.

Fuck this! I have one chance and one chance only of being with Mallory. I’m taking it.

Without breaking eye contact, I whisper against her lips, “Then lets make this between us look real.”

Mallory gasps and I’m a lucky bastard because I catch her moan in my mouth when I taste her for the first time. Her lips are soft and the silky slide of her tongue against my own sends red-hot desire shooting down my spine to my fucking balls. All I can think about is that I have Mallory in my arms. That I’m doing what I’ve dreamt of doing since I’d met her. Somewhere in my brain is the fact that this is pretend, except, there is nothing pretend about how I feel about her.

Growling deep in my throat, I turn and hold her against the wall. I’m not the only one losing it. Mallory holds on tight and climbs up me until she has both of her legs wrapped around my waist. The thought of only her panties keeping her pussy from me causes my legs to tremble and my breath to hitch in my chest.

Mallory pants. “What are we doing?”

One of my large hands covers a breast. “What we’ve dreamed about doing for so damn long,” I confess. Dipping my head, I capture a hard nipple between my teeth and gently bite down. I feel Mallory’s response in her shudder and frantic reaching of her hands beneath my shirt. Her fake fingernails scrape down my back and I’m so ready to release that it takes a lot to force my pending orgasm back. I sure as hell don’t want to, but I’m not willing to prematurely finish in the middle of the most erotic sexual encounter of my entire life.

My mouth latches on to her neck and I lick and nibble on the scented skin just behind her ear. Mallory purrs like a cat, her hips grinding on my cock.

Quickly glancing around us, my eyes come back into focus and I realize we’re not the only couple getting it on. There’s a good few people fucking, hard and fast. It gets my blood running hotter, so when Mallory turns my face back to hers and initiates contact with my mouth, I devour her. There are no other words for it. I’ve been saving everything I have for her, and she’s unleashed it.

My hands shake as they slide up her smooth thighs and beneath her short dress until they land on her naked ass. My fingers find the string she calls panties between the cheeks of her ass, and I tug, breaking the flimsy material.

“Josh,” she hisses, adding, “Oh fuck,” when I slip a finger between the lips of her wet and swollen pussy.

“You want me Mallory. Your body can’t lie…at least,” I pull my hand away and bring it up to my face, smelling my finger before I lick it clean, “not between your legs.”

“Not professional,” she whispers, slamming her mouth on mine while a hand searches between us. She finds my raging cock, squeezing and stroking until my eyes cross. “Make me stop, Joshua.” Her fingers unzip my slacks, the button stays in place and then I feel her small fingers on my flesh and I nearly fucking come.

“Put me inside of you,” I growl. “I’m close.”

Her hand wraps around my flesh and each stroke brings me closer and closer, until I’m so hard I think I’m literally going to burst…then I feel her. I hold my breath when the broad head of my shaft is pushed back and forth through her wet folds before I breach her tight entrance.