Operation Mustang [The Service Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Tonya Ramagos Page B

with her yet.
    “How about now? Would you like to come again?” He ground his cock against pussy, driving himself insane with the friction, knowing he might make her come, but another release for himself would wait until later.
    “Don’t tease me.” Her eyes flashed with challenge even though her words came out more a breathless plea than a command.
    “Don’t tell me what to do, or I will,” Diek warned.
    “I’m your boss. I’ll tell you what to do, and you’ll listen or lose your job.” Even as she spoke, her hips gyrated in his grasp, intensifying the friction stroke for stroke.
    “You’re my boss on the ranch,” he corrected her. He eased her back down, setting her on her feet and pushing his hands between their bodies. “When it’s your body in question, I’m the boss.” He worked the button of her jeans free, found the clasp to her zipper and pulled it down.
    Her fingers closed around his wrist. “Stop.”
    Diek lifted a brow. “Is that really what you want?”
    “We’re in the kitchen. There is work to be done. And I believe I already said I didn’t want either of you putting your hands on me again.”
    Diek turned a hand over, delving his fingers inside her jeans and finding her pussy lips super hot and spectacularly wet. Her eyes drifted shut as she let out a low-throated moan.
    “For someone who doesn’t want to be touched, you sure seem to be enjoying it, sweetheart.”
    Heavy-lidded eyes fluttered opened at Lucky’s comment. She opened her mouth to speak. Diek didn’t give her a chance. He silenced her with a kiss. She didn’t fight him. Instead, she surrendered to his kiss and rocked his world. She tasted like minty toothpaste and hot desire, like a woman who’d lived far too long holding herself back from what she truly wanted. She wasn’t through holding back. He knew that. Each step they took only chipped at the vicious wall she’d built to imprison herself from them, from her needs and the ideas she’d constructed in her head that to hold true to the woman she wanted to be meant she couldn’t embrace the darker side of her soul.
    Diek worked her jeans down her hips, taking the thin string of her panties with them. He broke the kiss, trailing his tongue over her jaw. He painted a path down her neck and pulled away only when he ran out of flesh to taste.
    “Diek, please.” Her plea sounded of equal parts fear and need. “We’re in the kitchen. What if someone comes in? What if someone sees?”
    “Lucky and Gunner will keep watch.” He pushed her jeans and panties to her ankles and bundled the tail of her shirt in his fists as he lifted her to sit on the counter.
    “Lucky and Gunner are watching us, not the door.”
    Diek grinned. He moved his hands to her knees and pushed them apart. The sweet, hot scent of her pussy fueled his hunger for her. “It turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing they’re watching us, being on display like this?”
    She shook her head as he kneeled between her legs, but her hips slid forward in his grasp, offering him the pussy he craved to eat.
    “You say no, but your actions are telling us something different,” Gunner drawled.
    Diek fixed his attention on her pussy. Her pale lips glistened with juices. He swiped his tongue over them then dived between them for a quick lick that went straight to his head.
    “I could eat you for hours,” he told her, letting his breath sizzle over her bare, sensitive flesh. She shivered. Her lips contracted at the warm breeze, and he smiled.
    “Please.” She delved her hands in his hair and pulled his face into her sodden folds.
    “Want me to do something about those hands?” Gunner offered.
    Diek gave his head a quick shake as he allowed her to bury his nose and mouth in her pussy. He should’ve bound her hands, shouldn’t allow her the liberties he was giving her. Just this once, he didn’t care. He wanted her to feel free, to let her body take control even as it surrendered to him.
    He plunged his