Mated by Desiree Holt Page A

light kisses over the swell of her buttocks. Her skin was like satin and smelled like the peach body wash she used. He inhaled again as he moved his mouth over her skin, drawing her essence into the very core of his body. Heat speared through his balls and made them tighten. He wanted more foreplay with her, but if he didn’t get inside her soon he’d explode.
    He placed the head of his cock against the tight, delicate opening. “Take a deep breath, darlin ’.” His voice was thick with lust.
    Her body shifted as she inhaled. On the exhale, he pushed forward, managing to get just the head of his cock inside her. She squeezed tight around him and he nearly ground the enamel off his teeth trying to maintain control. Leaning forward, he reached one hand around her until he found her clit and took it between thumb and forefinger. Then, with careful precision, he began to move in and out of her ass, a steady rhythm, slow and precise.
    “Breathe, Linnea ,” he urged her. “In and out. That’s it.”
    With each inhale, he pulled back. As she let out her breath, he pushed hard into her. As she adjusted to him and her tissues softened around him he increased his tempo, massaging her clit in cadence with the pumping of his body. She resisted slightly at first—he knew the burn of that first penetration—but she was so aroused that before long she was moving in rhythm with him, even pushing back against him to take him inside her.
    The familiar icy hot tingling raced along his spine and through his balls, signalling the rise of his climax. He worked her clit harder and faster as he pounded more rapidly into her tight ass. He drove her hard until he felt her body tighten around him. Two more thrusts and he carried them both over the edge, bodies exploding in an orgasm of epic proportion. As he spurted into her and she clenched around him, one word echoed in his brain.
    Mated!
     
    * * * *
     
    “I have three pieces of information for you.”
    Cale clapped his cell phone to his ear. It was barely seven o’clock. Linnea was in the shower and he was still lying in bed, hanging onto the last of the erotic memories of the previous night.
    “I hope they’re good ones,” Cale mumbled in his early morning voice.
    “Damn good.” The click of computer keys echoed over the phone. “Gray Fisher had a second and third mortgage on his home which he just paid off in the past month. Hmm. Where do we think he got the money from?”
    “How many guesses do I get?” Cale asked, his mind clicking. “If I say the Foundation, would I be too far off?”
    Brian’s chuckle had no humour in it. “Since that’s his only access to large funds, I’d say you’re right on target.”
    “What’s next?”
    “He and Macintyre are more than just business buds. Seems the attorney got him a membership to the so-called gentleman’s club, a place that Josh told me caters to ‘exotic tastes in behaviour’.”
    “Kinky sex,” Cale muttered.
    “And then some. Plus, they own a cabin together in the Hill Country just outside of Fredericksburg.”
    “Josh must have been busy last night.”
    Brian chuckled again. “No shit. You know him. He gets like a dog with a bone when he’s on the hunt.”
    “I just hope that at whatever sites he hacked into, he didn’t leave any cyber-fingerprints.”
    “Trust me. He’s a ghost.” More clicking of keys. “Anyway, the cabin’s in a pretty isolated area and we haven’t had a chance to check into it more. I thought maybe you’d like to take a ride out there today and scope it out. Luke said he’s available if you want him to go with.”
    “Yeah. That would be good. Can you tell him I’ll pick him up in an hour at the office?”
    “Will do.”
    “Oh, and is there someone we can send to shake down the boyfriend? Just in case?”
    “No problem. Drew and Ann Marie drove back up today. They can double team him.”
    He disconnected the call just as Linnea came in from the bathroom, a towel wrapped