Starting Point (Doomsday Preppers) by Elle Aycart

Author:Elle Aycart [Aycart, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-15T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 7

It might have lasted a couple of seconds, but to Alec the wait felt like an eternity.

Without saying a word, Megan got out of the truck and walked to the front door of the cabin. Alec’s stomach plummeted to the floor. She didn’t trust him.

She opened the door.

Then she turned and crooked her finger at him, an intoxicating grin on her gorgeous face. Thank fucking God.

The highly lethal soldier—stealth personified, able to cross enemy lines without a sound and drop an entire platoon of hostiles before they realized what was going on—tripped over his own two feet and nearly fell to the ground while getting out of the truck. Jesus, what a spectacle. But he didn’t give a shit. Megan was waiting for him.

When he reached her, she was stripping off the camo onesie. “I don’t care much about fashion, but this is probably a huge no-no all over the civilized world.”

He followed suit. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“About getting rid of camo?”

Wiseass. Free of the outfit, he walked to her. Cupping her face, he kissed her deep and hard, as he’d been dying to do since the morning, hoping to convey all that he felt for her.

She responded with the same passion—but held his hands, as if afraid they would start roaming. Which they wanted to, but he’d made a promise, and damned if he wasn’t going to keep it.

About his intensity, there was not much he could do though, and she must have sensed it, because the second he broke the kiss and unzipped his pants, his gaze never leaving hers, she retreated. In her haste, she walked backward into the bed and lost her balance, bouncing onto the matrass. Done with his pants, he stalked towards her. “I’m not comfortable with—”

He stopped close. “With your lovers not being tied up?” He finished the sentence for her, tipping her head up with a finger under her chin. He must have looked intimidating, all but looming over her, his cock tenting his boxers and twitching. Her expression was almost fearful, and that killed him.

“Is this better?” He sank to his knees in front of her, his hands on her thighs, ready to part her legs. “Standard-issue sex slave fantasy: me on my knees, eating you out, giving you orgasm after orgasm while you yank my hair and belittle me.”

“Pfft. Even on your knees, you’re imposing.” Her voice was but a frail thread.

Maybe it wasn’t the best moment, but he had to get this out of the way. “I won’t caress you. I already promised you that. But I need to hold you in place to fuck you. Is it okay?”

He waited, painfully aware she might kick him out. Or order him to fetch the cuffs.

Finally she nodded, her eyes glittering with something other than fear. It was lust this time. She wanted him.

Alec got rid of her pants and underwear while she took off her thick sweater. The camisole underneath, she kept.

He glanced at it. Removing it would push her too far.

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