she swore she saw stars. One hard, violent spasm after another clenched the flesh surrounding him. They rocked through her senses, dragging her into a storm of blinding ecstasy.
âAh, fuck!â Turk groaned, his head lifting from her nipple, his cock plunging inside her again. Again.
As pleasure destroyed her senses she felt him tighten against her, his erection throbbing with one hard, powerful pulse before the feel of his release echoed through her sensitive inner flesh. The final, ever-deepening explosion of her own orgasm drove through her senses with incredible, destructive rapture.
Collapsing against him, Erin was only barely aware of him moving. Holding her close. His arms strong and warm, he carried her into her bedroom and gently laid her back on her bed.
As she drifted off to an exhausted slumber she felt him stripping her. For a moment, she awakened enough to realize he was slowly moving a damp cloth between her thighs, removing the damp proof of her own pleasure.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Thankfully, she slept, Turk thought, unaware of him staring down at her as the sun rose hot and bright in the Texas sky. Unaware of the way he brushed back a swath of red-gold hair before drawing back and snapping and zipping his jeans before leaving her apartment, locking the door behind him silently.
Moving across the hall he unlocked the door to his own apartment, stepped inside, then blew out a hard, deep breath.
âFuck,â he muttered into the silence of his apartment. âIâm screwed.â
Because the pleasure had been simply incredible. Better than anything heâd ever known with any other woman. Better than heâd ever imagined heâd experience.
He wanted nothing more than to slip back into her apartment, into her bed, and experience it again.
An addictive pleasure.
And addictions were flat forbidden in his life.
For a reason.
Â
CHAPTER 6
Erin had never imagined what a damned fool she could possibly be.
What had she imagined would happen? That in the space of time it took Turk Rogan to get off that heâd somehow decide he couldnât do without her?
Wasnât she a fool if she had believed that for even a heartbeat?
But maybe, somewhere inside that place where hope still struggled to burn, sheâd wondered if it could happen.
Pulling into a parking space on the opposite side of the bar than from where she normally parked, Erin drew in a deep breath. She told herself she wasnât going to act any differently than she had before. Once she left the car her hands would not shake, her heart would not race.
Sheâd been trained to rein in such a show of nerves before her stepfather had allowed her to join the Covert Information Network.
Another hard breath and her heartbeat slowed. With her body under control she opened the door and stepped from the car. A second breath and her emotions stilled. They no longer raged through her, no longer tormented her.
By the time she stepped into the employeeâs entrance and relocked the door behind her, she was her normal calm self. Just as she had been trained to be and she was ready to return to the mission sheâd been assigned.
She was there to ascertain the security and efficiency of the agents in charge of gathering the information that came through the club. That was all she was there to do.â¦
She hadnât been sent to fall in love.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Turk watched the cameras, his eyes narrowed as Erin parked on the opposite side of the bar than heâd parked. She sat there for a moment before exiting the vehicle. She was calm, poised, no anger, no sense of betrayal showing on her expression as she entered the employees entrance.
There wasnât so much as a hint of nerves.
Dressed in her customary skirt, vest, and white shirt paired with black, low heels, she was so damned sexy she almost took his breath away.
Her red-gold hair was piled atop her head, fringes framing her
âAh, fuck!â Turk groaned, his head lifting from her nipple, his cock plunging inside her again. Again.
As pleasure destroyed her senses she felt him tighten against her, his erection throbbing with one hard, powerful pulse before the feel of his release echoed through her sensitive inner flesh. The final, ever-deepening explosion of her own orgasm drove through her senses with incredible, destructive rapture.
Collapsing against him, Erin was only barely aware of him moving. Holding her close. His arms strong and warm, he carried her into her bedroom and gently laid her back on her bed.
As she drifted off to an exhausted slumber she felt him stripping her. For a moment, she awakened enough to realize he was slowly moving a damp cloth between her thighs, removing the damp proof of her own pleasure.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Thankfully, she slept, Turk thought, unaware of him staring down at her as the sun rose hot and bright in the Texas sky. Unaware of the way he brushed back a swath of red-gold hair before drawing back and snapping and zipping his jeans before leaving her apartment, locking the door behind him silently.
Moving across the hall he unlocked the door to his own apartment, stepped inside, then blew out a hard, deep breath.
âFuck,â he muttered into the silence of his apartment. âIâm screwed.â
Because the pleasure had been simply incredible. Better than anything heâd ever known with any other woman. Better than heâd ever imagined heâd experience.
He wanted nothing more than to slip back into her apartment, into her bed, and experience it again.
An addictive pleasure.
And addictions were flat forbidden in his life.
For a reason.
Â
CHAPTER 6
Erin had never imagined what a damned fool she could possibly be.
What had she imagined would happen? That in the space of time it took Turk Rogan to get off that heâd somehow decide he couldnât do without her?
Wasnât she a fool if she had believed that for even a heartbeat?
But maybe, somewhere inside that place where hope still struggled to burn, sheâd wondered if it could happen.
Pulling into a parking space on the opposite side of the bar than from where she normally parked, Erin drew in a deep breath. She told herself she wasnât going to act any differently than she had before. Once she left the car her hands would not shake, her heart would not race.
Sheâd been trained to rein in such a show of nerves before her stepfather had allowed her to join the Covert Information Network.
Another hard breath and her heartbeat slowed. With her body under control she opened the door and stepped from the car. A second breath and her emotions stilled. They no longer raged through her, no longer tormented her.
By the time she stepped into the employeeâs entrance and relocked the door behind her, she was her normal calm self. Just as she had been trained to be and she was ready to return to the mission sheâd been assigned.
She was there to ascertain the security and efficiency of the agents in charge of gathering the information that came through the club. That was all she was there to do.â¦
She hadnât been sent to fall in love.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Turk watched the cameras, his eyes narrowed as Erin parked on the opposite side of the bar than heâd parked. She sat there for a moment before exiting the vehicle. She was calm, poised, no anger, no sense of betrayal showing on her expression as she entered the employees entrance.
There wasnât so much as a hint of nerves.
Dressed in her customary skirt, vest, and white shirt paired with black, low heels, she was so damned sexy she almost took his breath away.
Her red-gold hair was piled atop her head, fringes framing her
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