New Recruit by Em Petrova

the urgency of the woman who’d wanted Jagger for weeks.
    “In my drawer.” She pointed to the nightstand.
    With a growl he drew away from her. Immediately she missed his intimate torment. He dived across the bed and ripped open her drawer. It might have been amusing if he didn’t look like a storm cloud about to let loose.
    “Keeps condoms beside her bed,” he muttered.
    She didn’t have time to respond before he was encased in rubber and positioned behind her again. When he eased his fingers over her slick folds the same way he had with his cock, a deep shudder tore through her.
    Reaching back, she tried to grip his cock and guide it inside her. In a flash, he had her hands pinned in one of his. In one hard shove, he filled her. Her over-sensitive tissues stretched. His cock bumped her deepest point.
    “You can’t run from me, Hanna.” His low words tickled her ear. “I’m going to keep you in this bed coming until we have to call for a ladder truck to peel you off the sky.”
    She pushed her hips back into him. With a grunt, he bottomed out. And again.
    “Fuck, I’m too close.”
    “More,” she whispered, her throat desiccated.
    “You want this?” He released her hands and splayed his fingers across her ass, lifting her to meet his thrusts. “And this?” He spread her cheeks and pressed on her pucker. The tip of his thumb sank into her ass.
    “Oh God.” Need lashed her insides. Unable to stop her movements, she jerked into his thumb and cock. Nothing existed but Jagger. Her room vanished, the sounds outside the window on the street were gone. Only the rasping of his breath and her own noisy moans remained.
    “Tight…pussy. Hot…ass.” He worked his thumb deeper. She climbed fast and high. With the haze off ecstasy swirling around her head, she screamed as the biggest orgasm of her life slammed her.
    “Ffffuck,” he bit off, pistoning his cock into her fast. Waves of bliss rolled over her. While she lost all control, Jagger tensed, groaned deeply, and then liquid heat filled her.
    Her mind seemed to float in a sexual haze for long minutes. When she finally returned to her body, she realized Jagger had pulled out of her. She’d collapsed and his weight was off to one side, though his chest rose and fell against her back. His lips lit on her earlobe, skimming back and forth with the lightest of touches.
    Suddenly, her chest was too full, but she refused to consider why. He groped a hand up her side, his touch ticklish but not unbearable. Then he skimmed his fingers over her arm and meshed their hands. The feeling in her chest compounded.
    As he nuzzled her ear, she squirmed, her ticklish tendencies finally overtaking her. “Beautiful woman,” he murmured.
    The part of her mind that had been hurt wanted to examine everything they’d just done, but her more carefree self accepted it without question. Nothing but fun. Two people slaking their lust and burning off some steam.
    He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She landed on his muscled chest with her nose buried against his sun-scented skin. Wiggling, she fitted her lower half to his. His hairy legs against hers felt entirely intimate.
    And so good.
    “Who are you rappelling with in that picture?” His normally rough voice deepened. From the after-effects of orgasm or something else?
    She followed his gaze to the photo on her nightstand of herself in sleek spandex, her hair in a ponytail, pushing off a rock face with her feet. “A friend of mine, Mick.”
    “Should I be worried that this Mick guy could walk through that door and want to re-sculpt my nose?”
    So he was worried for his good looks. “No,” she cooed, sliding her hand over the warm steely flesh of his shoulder and feeling his cock stir against her leg. “He’s just a friend. I don’t date.”
    He raised his head and pierced her in his golden-flecked gaze. “What the hell is this thing we’re doing?”
    “Sex.”
    “And you only do sex?”
    “That’s