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  She didn’t know if she could survive more pleasure than she had just experienced but the way Blake was touching her sure as hell made her want to try.

  He slid his cock slowly in and out of her, and her cunt clenched tight to every movement, pleasure building again quickly. His fingers continued to circle her clit and Crystal let out a low moan. It was crazy how fast he could bring her so close to orgasm again.

  Blake pinched her nipple hard as he increased his pace, pounded his cock into her again and again in a steady rhythm. Crystal grasped at the material on the sofa, desperate for something to hold onto as he slammed into her harder, faster, his thighs slapping against her.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered. So close to the edge again.

  “That’s right. Come for me.” His words were tense, and she could tell he was close to the edge too, about to lose control as he fucked her hard and fast. His breathing heavy, ready to explode.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” Crystal screamed the words, didn’t care if all her neighbors heard, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure hitting her again, surging through her. This time it had more of a deep, fulfilling feeling, hitting her all the way to her core.

  “Aaaggghhh.” Blake groaned as he slammed his cock deep inside her and shuddered with his release. His thighs turned solid, tense, and then finally relax against her.

  He moved his hands leisurely up to her breasts, fondling them lightly and an aftershock hit her as he pulled his cock out.

  “That was fucking amazing.” He sounded a little surprised about that fact but he was right.

  It was fucking amazing. She had never had a man make her feel so good, so satisfied.

  “You better get to bed. We’re going to have a big day tomorrow.” Blake sauntered into the kitchen naked, his ass and leg muscles flexing sexily as he moved to throw away the condom. She barely had the energy to turn her head in his direction but she sure as hell wasn’t going to miss this view.

  “Are you going to join me?” Crystal asked, wanting so bad for him to lie beside her, hold her in those strong arms all night long. She had no right to want those things, not after agreeing to commitment-free sex.

  “No. I have a few phone calls to make and I’m going to meet up with one of my guys before I can call it a night.”

  “Oh.” She tried to hide the disappointment in her voice that shouldn’t be there. Then she started down the hallway.

  “What are we going to do tomorrow?” She needed to stop worrying about the man and focus on her life. The sex was a nice distraction but tomorrow a whole lot of reality was going to slam down on her.

  “I’m going to figure that out now. You rest and I’ll take care of things.”

  “Okay.” She hated not knowing, not being part of the decision making, but she had to trust him, had to do whatever he asked her to do if she wanted to avoid jail. She lost all other options when she got caught transporting drugs.

  Crystal walked back to her room and flopped onto her bed. It was normal for her to go to bed alone, but she didn’t want to be alone, not tonight.

  * * * * *

  Blake picked up his cell phone and hoped like hell he was doing the right thing. If Crystal was telling the truth, if she helped him bring down the dirty cops involved in the drug running, he would make sure she didn’t get prosecuted for her involvement. But it was a big risk. She was going to have to do things that would put her in a lot of danger and a part of him didn’t want her to have to do that, probably the same part of him that thought fucking her was a good idea.

  He knew better than to get involved with an informant, knew he needed to keep all focus on the mission, but when she flaunted those curves in front of him he couldn’t say no. Or at least he didn’t want to.

  There was a difference.

  “Hey, Mason, I’ve got something big. Can you meet me at Fatboys in fifteen?”

  “Sure, man. See you there.” Mason knew what was going on without explanation, knew Blake wasn’t in a position to divulge any details over the phone and didn’t waste any time trying to find out any more about the case. They had been partners for Blake’s first four years at the DEA and Blake trusted Mason with his life. This was a typical meeting spot when he went undercover, Mason knew the drill.

  Blake grabbed the backpack with the drugs in it, threw it into his duffel bag. He had to take the drugs along to protect them and make sure she didn’t run, and he had to hide them from anyone who might be watching. Blake locked her door and shut it tightly before he left.

  Fifteen minutes later he pulled into the parking lot. He hated leaving Crystal alone, but she did need to sleep and he had a job to do. Dragging her along to this meeting wasn’t a good idea. He needed to keep some things secret, just in case she was playing both sides.

  There were a couple cars and probably ten bikes in the parking lot, so the place would be busy enough to provide the cover of background noise to keep anyone from overhearing the conversation he and Mason needed to have but not so busy they wouldn’t be able to find a secluded spot to talk.

  He didn’t see Mason’s car yet but Blake was early and Mason had a longer drive.

  Blake slammed the piece-of-crap undercover car’s door shut and started his walk across the parking lot. A man in a black leather vest and jeans and a woman wearing a leather bra came through the parking lot and climbed onto one of the bikes.

  Crystal would look damn good in leather and perfect with a studded collar around her neck. His cock went half-hard just thinking about it but right now he needed to keep his mind on work and his dick in his pants. Lusting after Crystal couldn’t bring good things. He couldn’t let himself be distracted no matter how much she turned him on.

  Blake walked into the bar and up to the counter. “I’ll take two Bud Lights.”

  “Sure, honey, I’ll be right back.” The dark-haired waitress gave him an empty smile before she walked to the cooler at the opposite end of the bar and bent over to pull out his beers.

  If he had to guess, he would say the woman was in her late forties and she looked as if she had been “rode hard and put up wet” more than once. Her skin barely covered her bony elbows and shoulders, and all the dark makeup she wore couldn’t hide the bags under her eyes.

  Blake slid a twenty across the bar and waited for the woman to deliver the beers.

  “Here you are. I’ll be right back with your change.” She grabbed the twenty and turned toward the cash register.

  “Keep it.” She looked as if she could use an extra burger and fries. Hopefully that was what she would spend the money on and not crack.

  “Thank you.” She smiled a real smile at him this time.

  Blake wasn’t exactly in the mood for a beer but you couldn’t sit in a biker bar without one. Not if you wanted to fit in. Fitting in was key to staying alive in his career.

  He carried the beers over to a booth in the back far corner of the room and sat with his back against the wall, in a position where he could see most of the people in there. A couple sips of beer later, Mason walked through the door. He spotted Blake right away and walked straight over to the booth.

  “Thanks, man.” Mason grabbed the beer from the center of the table and took a quick drink. “So what’s up?”

  “I got something big…I think.” Blake had to put out the disclaimer. He didn’t know if Crystal was telling the truth, didn’t know for sure there was any police involvement. It could all be some story she made up to try to get out of trouble. His gut didn’t think that was the case but hell, it could be mostly his cock wanting to believe in her innocence.

  “My buddy Jack found the person bringing in all the cocaine for the Mohab ring. She claims she was forced into doing it and that there are cops involved.”

  When he told the story to Mason it sounded a lot lamer than when she told Blake. How many crooks made up crazy stories to get out of trouble with not an ounce of truth involved? Almost all of them.

  “I told her we could probably offer her immunit
y if she helped us catch the cops and whoever else near the top we can get to like we got approved earlier.”

  “Sounds good but do you really trust her?” Mason raised his eyebrows and then shook his head and took another sip of beer. “Is she good looking?”

  Did Mason see something he didn’t? It was kind of a random question.

  “Yeah. She’s good looking.” No reason to lie about it.

  “Hmmm.” Mason studied him. “What do you need me to do for you?”

  “I feel as if this needs to be kept secret. I don’t know if it involves people in our agency so I’m going to be going off the grid and I think it’s best if you use as few people as possible and only guys you really trust to get the surveillance we’re going to need.”

  “It does make sense that law enforcement is involved in the Mohab ring. They are growing like crazy, taking over territory that had never budged before, and every time we get close they find out somehow and switch things up.” Mason gave the little bit of agreement Blake needed.

  “She’s set to drop off the backpack tomorrow morning sometime so I’m going to bug it and go with her to the drop site, see if I can identify the guy.” Blake didn’t have everything completely planned out and he didn’t like that. He liked to be meticulous, know exactly what he was going to do and how he was going to do it, but some situations called for playing by the seat of a guy’s pants and this was one of those times.

  “Here’s her number, record every call in and out. I bought a burner phone at a gas station on the way over here. My number’s the bottom one.” Blake handed Mason the jagged, half a sheet of paper with the numbers scribbled across it in black ink. “I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know what’s going on.”

  He didn’t know where this was going to go, what he was going to need from Mason, but by tomorrow he should have something. He better have something.

  “Sounds good.” Mason slammed down the last of his beer and set the empty bottle on the table. “Stay safe, bro.”

  “I will.” Jack toyed with his still half-full beer on the table. He watched Mason walk out the door and waited a couple minutes before he made his exit, anxious to get back to Crystal.

  She was alone in that apartment and there were people out there who thought she had a million dollars’ worth of cocaine in her possession. They wouldn’t likely kill her without finding out where it was and right now it was safe in the trunk of his car, in a secret locked compartment made for things like this. But he sure as hell didn’t want to leave her alone any longer than necessary.

  Blake jumped in his car and even squealed the tires a little as he sped away from the bar and back toward Crystal’s house.

  He locked the door behind him when he left and didn’t have a key to her apartment but that wasn’t going to keep him out for long. He took his knife out and went to work on the door only to find she had bolted the deadbolt while he was gone. Smart girl.

  “Blake? Is that you?” Her words were whispered, wavering with fear.

  “Yeah. It’s me.” He could hear the door unlocking and she pulled it open, hiding behind it.

  When he got through the door he could see why. She was dressed in a lacy, black, little minidress thing. There was probably a fancy word Victoria’s Secret used for something like this but he didn’t give a damn about the name, the only thing he could focus on was the way his cock filled with blood at the sight of her cleavage displayed so nicely for him.

  “I’m glad you’re back.”

  “Yeah, me too.” To be welcomed by a sight like that made him even happier to be there.

  She blushed a little and looked down at the floor. Was she embarrassed? She obviously wore that outfit knowing he would see her in it.

  “This is very nice.” Blake let his finger run across the silky edge of her nightgown, across the warm skin of her breasts and his cock pressed hard against his jeans.

  Damn this woman had some powerful effect on him.

  And suddenly all the good reasons not to take advantage of the situation, take advantage of her beautiful body again, disappeared. It was obvious that it was what she wanted too. She wouldn’t have come out there wearing that if she didn’t. The breath she sucked in and the way her body shuddered at his touch were the signals he needed to see to know she wanted him again just as badly as he wanted her.

  Chapter Four

  “Do you need someone to tuck you in, little girl?” Blake asked with a growl that sent a shiver down her spine and a tingling in her core.

  “Yes, I do.” Crystal didn’t need tucked in. She needed his touch again, needed fucked long and hard, until she couldn’t think anymore, until she passed out from the pleasure.

  The growl in his voice let her know that was just what she was going to get.

  The last hour Crystal spent tossing and turning in her bed, worrying about her future, worrying about her safety but when Blake touched her that all disappeared. At least it had the last time and she was more than willing to try it out again. She dressed up in the only sexy piece of lingerie she owned to let him know exactly what she wanted from him and there was no turning back now.

  Blake cupped her ass, strong fingers pressed into her skin just beneath the edge of tiny little negligee that had been stuffed in the bottom of her drawer for way too long. The outfit was probably too forward but Blake didn’t seem to mind and it was accomplishing exactly what she wanted it to accomplish.

  “I think I might be able to help you out with that.” Blake pulled her against him and leaned down to cover her mouth with his. Tongues tangled and a shot of heat surged straight to her pussy.

  “To the bedroom?” he said with barely the hint of a question. It was more of a statement and when she nodded, Blake lifted her up as if she weighed nothing.

  Crystal wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy pressed against his already-hard cock. Needing him with a desperation that excited and scared the hell out of her at the same time.

  Every step he took caused her bare pussy to rub against his jeans, bringing her torment and causing a surge of wetness to rush to her opening.

  Blake stopped in front of her bed and kissed her breasts and then that sensitive spot on her neck before he set her down, on her back, in the middle of the bed.

  “Stay right there. There’s something I need to get.” He turned around in the doorway. “And touch yourself while I’m gone.”

  Blake left the room but came back in less than a minute carrying a shiny silver pair of handcuffs.

  His intent was obvious but she was torn about how willing she would be to go along with his plans. Part of her never wanted to wear a pair of handcuffs. She had seen her mother go away in them too many times, they represented heartache and worry. But there was that part of her that wanted to let Blake do anything he wanted to her body, that wanted him to handcuff her and take control again.

  “We don’t have to use them if it makes you uncomfortable. I just thought it would be fun to cuff you to the bed, make you lose control until you scream my name. Again.” Blake stared down at Crystal, waited for her answer.

  Her emotions must have been obvious but the way he gave her the freedom to say no made her want to say yes even more.

  “I’ll try it.” The thought of him securing her to her bed, making her scream his name, overran every sensible thought.

  “If you don’t like it or if it gets too painful, just tell me.”

  "Okay.” She nodded as he grasped both of her hands solidly in one of his and pulled them above her. The metal of the handcuffs was cool against her skin as he fastened the first one around her wrist, slid the cuffs around the metal bar at the top of her bed and then secured her second wrist. She wiggled into a comfortable position as he stood there letting his eyes drift down her body.

  “Now that is one sexy view.”

  Her skin heated, needing him.

  Blake slipped off his shirt and then took his gun from his waistband and set it on the top of her dresser. It was a reminde
r of the reality she wanted to forget. A deadly weapon sat a few feet from her. But that gun was to protect her from the bad guys, not to cause her any harm. Blake was there to protect her and make her scream in pleasure. Her luck had suddenly and drastically turned around, at least for now.

  He stood in front of her, the perfect specimen of manliness in jeans. Muscles over muscles rippled on his arms and chest and stomach, his skin was smooth, and he didn’t have an ounce of fat on his body. He had to keep fit for his job but the advantage for her right now was the only one that mattered. Blake was one hell of a sexy man.

  He put one knee on the bed and then crawled up spreading her legs apart as he moved. His jeans rubbed roughly against her skin as he forced her legs wide and the cool air of the room mingled with the heat and wetness of her pussy in a delicious mixture.

  Blake bent forward and kissed her cleavage and then moved to her nipples, licking and kissing them into stiff peaks beneath the silky material. It was a strange and intense sensation. She wanted him to rip the material away, to suck her nipples into his mouth hard, but the feeling of the wet fabric and the heat from his mouth that lingered even when he moved his kisses downward was damn nice.

  Blake lifted the bottom of her negligee and piled it right under her breasts as he kissed the bare skin of her stomach, moving down until his lips teased lightly on her inner thighs and then his tongue flicked across her clit and she thought she was going to explode right there.

  A low moan escaped her lips. Wanting. Needing.

  Blake flicked his tongue against her clit again and her body trembled. He circled it slowly and then sucked it into his mouth.

  “Oh God yes.” She was so close.

  “Not yet.” His words vibrated against her sex and she wanted to let herself fall over the edge but the surprise of it stopped her.

  “Why not?” She needed this, needed release. Why would he not want her to have it?

  “I’m not done teasing you yet.” He took a long, slow lick from her clit to the heat of her opening.