Best Man For The Job (The Men of Fear Incorporated Book 1) by Melinda Valentine

hotter.
    Her sudden scream of “Max!” brought his orgasm instantly. Only his concern kept him from truly enjoying the moment. He donned his boxer briefs after using a towel to clean off the evidence from his stomach, even as he left the privacy of his bedroom. Without knocking, he entered the room. Sloane was sitting on the bed with her knees up to her chin, her arms wrapped tightly around them. She looked terrified. Max rushed to her side, lowering himself onto the mattress next to her. He pulled her head against his chest.
    “It’s okay, babe, I’m here. Everything is all right.”
    “I was being chased. He almost had me this time.”
    “It was just a dream.”
    “I’m so sorry, Max. I didn’t mean to wake you. I feel ridiculous.”
    “I wasn’t asleep. No reason for apologies. You’re safe here. I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”
    “Will you…will you stay here with me?” She focused on her hands, which were absently rubbing the tops of her feet. She quickly added, “Just until I fall back asleep?”
     
    ***
     
    Sloane
     
    Sloane felt stupid and vulnerable after Max darted into her temporary room. She was hugging herself, trying to chase Booker’s face from her memory. Every time she closed her eyes, his face appeared. She could imagine him chasing her through the stairwell. Max didn’t seem to mind, though. He pulled her close, rubbing her arm to comfort her.
    Even when she asked him to stay, he didn’t berate her or make excuses why he couldn’t. He leaned back onto the headboard, bringing her along with him. She slipped her arms around his waist and snuggled her head against his shoulder. She felt safe with him. The steady rhythm of his breathing soothed her to sleep quickly.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    Sloane
     
    Tightening her arms around Brody, Sloane sighed. Her elbow brushed against his growing erection. Unable to help herself, she moaned, rubbing her cheek against his bare chest slowly. Her leg was thrown over his, leaving his thigh pressed against her core. Could he feel the heat through her panties? It had been over a month since they’d had sex.
    Feeling brave for the first time in her life, she cupped his balls and then slid her hand up his shaft. The dull throb between her legs had her grinding herself against him slowly as his cock continued to lengthen in her hand.
    “Now this could persuade me to like mornings.”
    Giggling, she opened her eyes to look up at Brody’s face. Only it wasn’t Brody—it was Max looking down at her, a mixture of surprise, confusion, and desire storming in his eyes. They were breathtaking. Sloane’s brain finally came online. She remembered the events that led to her being in bed with Max.
    “Ohmygod!” Sloane jumped up and stumbled halfway across the room, her hand covering her open mouth…until she realized it was the same hand that had just caressed Max’s dick. She quickly dropped it to her side. She could feel the flames dancing across her skin. With her pale complexion, she knew without a doubt her entire face and neck must resemble a beet. She was incredibly mortified.
    “I am so sorry, Max!” she squeaked.
    He laughed, standing up from the bed in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that were more than slightly raised in the front. “It’s okay.”
    He tried to adjust himself inconspicuously, but seeing as she couldn’t take her eyes off of him, he really didn’t need to bother. His tanned chest was expansive, and lightly dusted with dark hair that covered his pecks and trailed down his mouthwatering abs to end somewhere past the elastic of his briefs. Tattoos swirled around his biceps in no discernible pattern. Sloane longed to trace each one with her fingertips…and her tongue.
    He had the thickest thighs she’d ever seen on a man. At least on someone who wasn’t a professional bodybuilder. They screamed of power. What would those muscles feel like contracting underneath her? How could she