Lora Leigh - Guilty Pleasure

“Damn, that’s pretty,” he breathed, his voice rough with hunger as a hand curled around her other breast and fingers began to pluck at the hard peak.

She tried to writhe against his lap, the feel of the heated length of his cock pressing against his slacks had her pussy throbbing and spilling her juices into her panties.

When Shayne drew back, she watched in an agony of need as he slowly drew the cups of her bra back over her breasts and fixed the latch.

His gaze locked on hers, he drew the edges of her shirt together and buttoned them.

Marty fought to breathe, the act of having Shayne redress her as Khalid held her in place was almost as erotic as being undressed by them.

“We’re home,” Khalid told her softly, as the last button was pushed through its hole.

The limousine came to a stop in front of the house as Khalid let his lips caress the sensitive flesh just beneath her ear.

She wanted to scream out at the intrusion of reality. She wanted to order Abdul to keep driving, to stay in the car, to give her just a few more moments of a pleasure that she hadn’t imagined could be so exquisite.

She wanted just a few more minutes in their arms.

Khalid had promised himself years ago that he would never allow himself to love a woman-not that true, undying love that could destroy a man when his woman was gone, as it had destroyed Abram. As they neared the house, though, he was beginning to wonder if he hadn’t broken that rule without even knowing when or how it had happened.

The thought of losing Marty left him in a cold sweat. The thought of what his brothers would have done to her if their hired killer had managed to take her left his guts cramped with fear.

Sitting on his lap in the limo, she had been the most beautiful woman in the world. Locked in pleasure, her lithe, slender body arching, reaching for more. She had nearly had him coming in his jeans.

As they stepped from the limo he watched as she blinked, trying to force her mind to clear, her senses to steady. He knew almost the moment she managed to reenter reality. And if the thoughtful, suddenly contemplative look on her face was any indication as they started up the steps to the front door, then she was coming up with more questions already.

“Tell me, is Anger Thornton a part of the club?”

Of all the questions he had expected her to ask, that wasn’t the one he would have expected.

“You know I can’t answer that one.” He almost grinned at the narrow-eyed ire that filled her gaze.

“You know, the members of that damned club make it rather hard on their women” she muttered.

“I never promised it would be easy.”

It wasn’t easy. Few things in his life had ever been, though, he could assure her, any problems with the club would be minor in comparison to others.

She turned her gaze to Shayne. “You’ll need to coordinate with my fathers. We’ll need several teams conducting surveillance and watching the Saudi guests that attend to see if any of them meet with Ayid or appear to be acting for them.”

“You think I want your fathers screaming at me over this?” Shayne lifted a brow mockingly. “Not hardly.”

“Call him, Shayne,” she ordered firmly. “Trust me, they’ll scream at me louder, and then I’ll just get mad, and then I’ll be stressed out when we arrive at the party.”

Shayne grinned as Khalid shot him a warning glance. Neither of them wanted her fathers screaming at her.

“I’ll call.” Shayne finally chuckled as they paused at the landing. “But I’m not promising they’ll listen to me, any more than they would listen to you.”

They would listen to Marty much quicker, Khalid knew, but she was still uncertain of her ground with her fathers at this point. The previous anger, and deceptions on their part, had left her wary where they were concerned for the moment.

As the heavy doors opened and the butler stepped aside, Khalid entered the house, his hand settling against Marty’s lower back.

“Come to my suite,” he told Shayne, as he turned up the stairs, urging Marty ahead of him. “I’d like to discuss the Thornton party.”

He really had nothing to discuss where the party was concerned until later tomorrow. But sometimes a woman had more gentle sensibilities than they let on.

“I rather doubt you would get along well with AT.” Marty sighed with amusement as she used Anger’s nickname. “He doesn’t normally like men as arrogant as he is.”

“There’s someone as arrogant as Anger?” Shayne snorted as they reach the landing. “Somehow, I rather doubt it.”

There was an air of casual rivalry between them, but Khalid was aware they both had their hands close to their weapons as they moved to the suite.

Shayne opened the door and went in first. As Marty started to slide in behind him, Khalid pulled her to him, then very neatly slid her behind his broader form.

Those few seconds gave him an edge in case there was trouble inside the room.

Pushing past him, Marty shot him a hard glare before following Shayne and quickly checking the room. After locking the door, Khalid watched as the two secured the room, and then checked for any listening devices before Shayne turned on the stereo and allowed the sultry, sexually heavy strains of music to filter through.

This was his life , thought Khalid. It had been his life for far too many years, and he was growing tired of it. The secrecy, ensuring no one knew if he had his own lover, taking care to simply never care.

Turning to the bar, he poured drinks for them all before picking up his and Marty’s and moving toward her.

“Let’s sit.” Indicating the seating arrangement in the center of the room, Khalid moved past her.

There was no doubt she would follow. She was much too curious for her own good sometimes.

As she took a seat in the chair facing him, rather than on the couch next to him, Khalid had to restrain a smile. There were times when her innocence reminded him a great deal of Lessa, in a faraway time, a faraway country, the young woman who had entranced him and Abram.

Lessa had had that same sense of excitement, bravery, and courage. Marty’s was better honed, her sense of caution more developed, and her passion deeper, hotter. But that familiarity was still there.

She terrified him at times with the courage. She was a trained agent, he understood that, but she was also his woman, a woman he had to trust to know her own boundaries and her safety. And he had to ignore that little voice in his head that warned him that there were law enforcement officers with the same training and the same boundaries who died every day.

Sighing, he stared at her. “I’m sorry, little flower,” he said, as Shayne took his seat on the matching sofa to the side of Khalid’s.

“Why?” She was watching him with that caution now, as though deciding if she’d let him live another day.

“For the protective impulses that will always irritate you,” he finally stated. “They are a part of my nature, though I do attempt to rein them in whenever possible.”

Her gray eyes darkened before her lashes lowered for a second, as though to give herself a chance to hide her emotions.

“It would help if he hadn’t been trying to find ways to protect you for the past eight years or so,” Shayne drawled, drawing Marty’s surprised glance. “Khalid doesn’t trust fate overly much.”

“I don’t need his protection, or yours,” she told them both flatly, as she stared back at them.

Frustration ate at her. Khalid could see it in her eyes. She needed to follow her dreams no matter the inherent danger she faced.

“This is insane.” Rising to her feet, she paced several feet from them before turning and glaring at them. “You’ve been focused on me since I was eighteen years old, and yet you couldn’t let me know. You had to wait until I was assigned to investigate you? For God’s sake, this is like the night from hell. What other little secrets are you keeping from me?”