Spying Under the Mistletoe (Love Undercover #2) - Stina Lindenblatt Page 0,68

the bed, my intent of winning the contest for remote-control domination quickly forgotten. I want to worship her body, to show her she deserves so much more than her fathers and ex-boyfriends ever felt for her.

She deserves to be loved and wanted.

Yes, but you’re not the man to do that. This is only temporary until the Feds find Nikolai Orlov and learn who has the contract out on her.

You aren’t her real boyfriend.

Hell, she doesn’t even know I work for the Feds. She still thinks I’m employed by her cousin. A cousin who hasn’t done anything to protect her. If it weren’t for Liam’s team, she’d already be dead.

My stomach clenches. I push the thought away and focus on the beautiful nymph beneath my hands.

The one who has just wrapped her hand around my hard cock.

All I care about right now is showing her what she means to me, even if I can never say the words to her.

While she pumps her fist along my length, eliciting groans from deep in my chest, my thumb spreads the slick wetness around her clit.

My mouth finds a hard nipple, and I suck on it, tease it with my tongue and teeth. She moans and writhes, her body getting closer and closer to losing control.

That makes two of us.

Her hands are as busy as mine. One strokes my length. The other one plays with my balls, squeezing them, gently tugging on them. I’m so close to coming. Any more of this and I’ll be too far gone, and that’s something I’m not ready for just yet—and it has nothing to do with the contest.

I grab a condom from my bedside drawer, open the foil square, and roll it down my length. There’s no doubt Chloe is ready for me. Her soft moans of my name, combined with her “Oh, Gods,” are all I need to hear.

Neither of us will last much longer.

I position myself against her entrance. My cock begs to thrust inside her, to feel her soft, tight heat wrapped around it. But this, what we’re about to do, has nothing to do with me and everything to do with her.

I slowly push myself in, torturing myself in the process, but it’s worth it. Her unsuppressed cries are worth the near pain of taking things excruciatingly slow.

“Come for me, Chloe, and you’ll get to watch whatever movie you want,” I say between panted breaths. “I don’t care what it is. I just need you to come first.” So I can watch her explode around me.

That surpasses any movie.

Her gaze locks on mine, and whatever she finds there is all she needs to see. With a cry that Whiskey no doubt hears, her body shudders, and her heat tightens around me with a gratifying hug.

The pressure building in my lower region peaks to the point of no return, and a dizzying hot light engulfs me. I grunt out my release with a long animalistic noise…and collapse next to her on the bed.

I was right when I told Whiskey I was about to experience an orgasm of a lifetime. I can’t remember the last time it was this intense.

This mind-numbing.

It takes me a minute to regain awareness.

I pull Chloe against me and kiss her temple. My hands caress her body, needing confirmation she’s still here with me.

She runs her fingers across the expanse of my chest, clearly lost in thought.

“What are you thinking?” I ask because I really want to know.

She shifts to look down at me and gently kisses my lips. “It’s nothing.” Her skin is flushed from our lovemaking, and it practically steals my breath away.

“Are you sure?”

She smiles, and my heart squeezes in my chest at the sight of it. I love her smiles. They have a way of brightening even the dreariest day. But this one is so much more than that.

I cup the back of her head and bring it to mine for another soul-baring kiss.

And the popcorn, hot chocolate, and movie are quickly forgotten.

Eventually, we do drag ourselves out of bed. Whiskey needs to be taken outside. Plus, all the activity between the covers is making us hungry.

I grab my clean hockey jersey from the chair and toss it to her. “Here, put this on, and we’ll go get something to eat and watch the movie.”

She quickly slips it over her head. The heavy fabric drops into place, reaching the tops of her thighs.

My cock, exhausted as it is, stirs to life once more. It takes all my