The Seven: A Taste for Jazz: Book 3 of The Seven series by Ciana Stone Page A
Authors: Ciana Stone
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answer that, tell me this. Just what are you supposed to do to this fella?"
"I told you, protect him."
"And I guess that means you'll be sticking to him like glue 24/7."
"Yep."
"Maybe even seducing him so you can get inside his home."
"Maybe."
"Interesting. Let me ask you one more thing. Would you sleep with this man? Fuck him?"
"That's not part of the job. But if there was no other way to keep him close, I'd flirt it up with him."
"Interesting."
"So you know him? Come on, Rock. If you know him, tell me."
"Yeah, I know him. Very well."
"Then you can introduce me to him?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Well, you might be able to bribe me."
She smiled at him. "And just exactly what kind of bribe are we talking about, Rock?"
"How about you, bent over that bench over there with your ass in the air?"
She considered it for a second. "On one condition. The ass is off limits."
"No ass?" he asked with a mock expression of dismay.
"Not with that rod you're packing. I know my limits, big guy, and that far exceeds what I can handle."
"Okay, I'll settle for the rest of you. Repeatedly."
She searched his eyes. "And this is your price for an introduction?"
"That's it."
"Hmmm, well, I might be able to go for that, but I'm gonna need that introduction in advance."
"And what's to say you'll keep your end once I comply?"
"My word, I give you my word."
"And your body."
"Yes."
He stroked up inside her a few times, pulling a moan from her. "Rock, please," she breathed." Do we have a deal?"
"Oh yeah."
"When?" She started to ride him, already feeling a climax approach.
"Why, right now." He flipped her over onto her back, pulling her legs up over his shoulders.
"Now?" She tried to focus even as the whirlwind descended on her.
"Right now," he groaned and rammed deep inside her.
All thoughts of deals and bargains vanished from her mind. All that existed was the sensation of him inside her, taking her over the edge time and again, until she was sore, screaming for an end, but still wanting more.
A vibration in his belly preceded the groan that came from his lips. It was enough to send her tumbling once more into a void of sensation. When it ended, he lay down on top of her, his heavy body pressing her into the mat, his heart beating rapidly against her chest.
He rolled over and pulled her with him, molding her along the length of his side. "You're really something, Jazz. I don't know if a man could ever get enough of you." He raised his head and winked at her. "Lucky for me, I'm going to get to try."
"Not if you welch on the deal." She knew full well that she'd take him willingly any day of the week regardless of the deal.
"I'm a man of my word." He rolled over onto his side, pressing her down on her back. "Miss Boudreax, meet R. C. Burns."
"What?" She swiveled her head looking around then back at him and the grin on his face. "You... You? No. No way. I'm looking for this MIT doctor scientist dweeb. R. C. Burns."
"At your service," he said with a laugh. "Rockwell Connor Burns."
Jazz gaped in him in surprise, watching his smile widen. All at once she remembered what Stanzia had told her. "Hold on. If you're Burns then - then that cat. That was - that was you?"
Rock's smile disappeared. "I don't know—"
"Oh no, don't lie to me, Rock. The person who hired me told me that Burns is a shifter and if you're Burns then..."
His eyes narrowed slightly before he blew out his breath. "Okay, yeah it's true."
Jazz nodded. "Well, so you're a what? Were Cat?"
"No, Shifter."
"And the difference?"
"I can take on many forms."
"Okay, well if—"
"Jazz, you wanna talk or fuck, baby?"
She knew he was putting her off, but at the moment it didn't matter. She'd located her target and having to stick to Rock like glue was no hardship at all. "Well let me just say, you're not exactly the way I envisioned a brainiac."
"Disappointed?"
She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. "Not unless you tell me you're done."
His erection
"I told you, protect him."
"And I guess that means you'll be sticking to him like glue 24/7."
"Yep."
"Maybe even seducing him so you can get inside his home."
"Maybe."
"Interesting. Let me ask you one more thing. Would you sleep with this man? Fuck him?"
"That's not part of the job. But if there was no other way to keep him close, I'd flirt it up with him."
"Interesting."
"So you know him? Come on, Rock. If you know him, tell me."
"Yeah, I know him. Very well."
"Then you can introduce me to him?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Well, you might be able to bribe me."
She smiled at him. "And just exactly what kind of bribe are we talking about, Rock?"
"How about you, bent over that bench over there with your ass in the air?"
She considered it for a second. "On one condition. The ass is off limits."
"No ass?" he asked with a mock expression of dismay.
"Not with that rod you're packing. I know my limits, big guy, and that far exceeds what I can handle."
"Okay, I'll settle for the rest of you. Repeatedly."
She searched his eyes. "And this is your price for an introduction?"
"That's it."
"Hmmm, well, I might be able to go for that, but I'm gonna need that introduction in advance."
"And what's to say you'll keep your end once I comply?"
"My word, I give you my word."
"And your body."
"Yes."
He stroked up inside her a few times, pulling a moan from her. "Rock, please," she breathed." Do we have a deal?"
"Oh yeah."
"When?" She started to ride him, already feeling a climax approach.
"Why, right now." He flipped her over onto her back, pulling her legs up over his shoulders.
"Now?" She tried to focus even as the whirlwind descended on her.
"Right now," he groaned and rammed deep inside her.
All thoughts of deals and bargains vanished from her mind. All that existed was the sensation of him inside her, taking her over the edge time and again, until she was sore, screaming for an end, but still wanting more.
A vibration in his belly preceded the groan that came from his lips. It was enough to send her tumbling once more into a void of sensation. When it ended, he lay down on top of her, his heavy body pressing her into the mat, his heart beating rapidly against her chest.
He rolled over and pulled her with him, molding her along the length of his side. "You're really something, Jazz. I don't know if a man could ever get enough of you." He raised his head and winked at her. "Lucky for me, I'm going to get to try."
"Not if you welch on the deal." She knew full well that she'd take him willingly any day of the week regardless of the deal.
"I'm a man of my word." He rolled over onto his side, pressing her down on her back. "Miss Boudreax, meet R. C. Burns."
"What?" She swiveled her head looking around then back at him and the grin on his face. "You... You? No. No way. I'm looking for this MIT doctor scientist dweeb. R. C. Burns."
"At your service," he said with a laugh. "Rockwell Connor Burns."
Jazz gaped in him in surprise, watching his smile widen. All at once she remembered what Stanzia had told her. "Hold on. If you're Burns then - then that cat. That was - that was you?"
Rock's smile disappeared. "I don't know—"
"Oh no, don't lie to me, Rock. The person who hired me told me that Burns is a shifter and if you're Burns then..."
His eyes narrowed slightly before he blew out his breath. "Okay, yeah it's true."
Jazz nodded. "Well, so you're a what? Were Cat?"
"No, Shifter."
"And the difference?"
"I can take on many forms."
"Okay, well if—"
"Jazz, you wanna talk or fuck, baby?"
She knew he was putting her off, but at the moment it didn't matter. She'd located her target and having to stick to Rock like glue was no hardship at all. "Well let me just say, you're not exactly the way I envisioned a brainiac."
"Disappointed?"
She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. "Not unless you tell me you're done."
His erection
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