First Strike by Pamela Clare Page A

last vacation with my mother and grandmother in Stockholm. I’ve been leasing the place to another reporter.”
    A flat in Manhattan.
    Not bad for a twenty-eight-year-old single woman.
    “It must get lonely.”
    She gave a little shrug. “Sometimes, but someone has to do this job. It’s important that people back home know what’s going on. Maybe it sounds egotistical, but I’m a good journalist. I want to do my part.”
    “It doesn’t sound egotistical. It’s the truth. You are good.”
    “Besides, Chris, my cameraman, and I are good friends. He spends more time with me than he does his wife. And Nico, Cody, and Tim—that’s my security team—they’re a lot of fun when they’re not being grumpy and serious.”
    “You and a bunch of guys, huh?” Javier tried to ignore a stab of possessiveness.
    As long as they keep her safe, why do you care, pendejo?
    Because he did. That’s why.
    A slow smile spread across her face. She set the bowl of dates aside and pushed him onto his back, pinning his wrists above his head and leaning over him, her hair spilling around their faces. “Why, Javier Corbray, are you jealous?”
    “Why should I be?” She was playing at control again, and he let her have her way, enjoying the sight of her incredible breasts so close to his mouth. “They’re not here with you. I am.”
    “That’s right.” She leaned down, brushed a kiss over his lips, her voice sexy-soft. “I’ve never kissed any of them.”
    “That’s good.”
    She sat back, raked her nails none too gently down his chest. “I sure as hell never let any of them spank me.”
    “Oh, I have no doubt about that.”
    She reached back, her arm disappearing behind her, one hand closing around his half-hard cock. “I’ve never seen them naked or given them head.”
    Heat filled his groin as she stroked him to readiness.
    “And I’ve never had any of them inside me.” She raised herself up, lowering herself onto him, guiding his cock into her pussy, taking all of him.
    Paradise.
    He grasped her hips to steady her as she settled herself, leaving it to her to set the pace. “God, I love your body.”
    She smiled, her expression changing to one of sensual pleasure as she rode him, her pace nice and easy, her palms resting on his chest for balance, her clit grinding against his pubic bone. “Give a girl a hand?”
    But he was already on it, cupping her breasts, flicking her nipples with his thumbs, plucking them, rolling them between his fingers, gratified by her shuddering exhale—and the way she grew even wetter.
    He wanted more. “Feed me.”
    He slid his hands behind her, guiding her down, his mouth capturing her puckered nipples, suckling them.
    She moaned, a soft, breathy sound, resting her hands against the headboard, her hips moving faster.
    It was enough to drive Javier crazy, but not enough to make him come. Still, he could tell it was perfect for her, and that was good enough—for now.
    Using one hand to guide her breasts, he slid the other between their bodies and pressed the pad of his thumb just above her clit, moving it in a circular motion, adding pressure.
    “Yes!” She moaned out his name, riding him hard now.
    He felt her vagina tighten around him, felt her body tense, and just had time to put a hand over her mouth to silence her cry before she came.
    She kept up her rhythm until the tremors inside her had passed, then sagged against him, boneless and breathless.
    Still hard and buried inside her, he gave her a moment to catch her breath, and then retook control, flipping her onto her back and pinning her arms over her head as she’d done to him. But, unlike her, he had the physical strength to make it real.
    “It’s my turn.”
    She struggled just enough to test him, her pupils dilating when she realized she truly was pinned down, hunger on her face. “Fuck me.”
    He hammered into her with thrusts that shook the bed, her legs spread wide, her feet resting on his ass, her little moans like