Page 45 of Danger and Dominance (Black Fox Security Doms #1)

With his hands moving over her breasts, his lips kissing the back of her shoulder, teeth lightly dragging over her skin, he drove her to a fourth, gasping climax despite her declarations that she couldn’t bear it.

Turned out, she could.

Though she was pretty sure the man was trying to kill her with ecstasy.

What a way to go , she thought as she snuggled into his hard, warm body.

It was the fastest she’d ever fallen asleep, without a single worry or thought of what terrible thing could happen while she was unconscious. Because David was there and she was safe.

David

Waking up with Cassidy next to him was a hell of a lot nicer than he’d have ever thought. It had been a long time since he’d woken up with a woman in his bed. But it didn’t feel like she’d invaded his space. It felt like she belonged there.

Which was a sentiment he didn’t want to examine too closely. It was far too early in the morning—and the relationship—to be thinking that way.

Turning his head to look at the clock, he was surprised to find that it wasn’t as early as he’d thought. In fact, it was pretty late. He’d slept in. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done that.

Hazard of being too comfortable.

He’d slept hard.

And he still didn’t want to get up.

He was too comfortable, wrapped around Cassidy’s back, the curves of her ass snuggled up against his erection. One hand cupped her ribs, just below her breast, and he could feel the soft underside against his thumb and forefinger.

Damn. She smelled good.

Running his nose along the back of her neck, he shifted when she did, enjoying the way her warmth shivered against him.

“Mmm…”

Her soft little sigh urged him on, and he rocked his hips against her, rubbing his cock along the cleft between her cheeks.

David moved his hand from under her breast to slide up around it.

Then she stirred and froze, groaning. Immediately, David froze as well, hand still on her breast, cock wedged along the crease of her ass, waiting to make sure this was what she wanted.

Cassidy groaned.

“I cannot have another orgasm. You have wrecked my vagina. It needs at least a day of recovery.” The chiding way she said it was both stern and hilarious, and David couldn’t help but laugh.

Wriggling around, she turned to face him, putting her hand on his chest. Her hazel eyes danced with mirth.

“You are insatiable,” she accused.

David shrugged his shoulder and leaned forward to give her a brief kiss on the lips.

“I’m not going to apologize. Unless you want me to kiss and make it all better…” He quickly glanced down toward her pussy, and she gave his chest a little smack.

“Like you did last night? I don’t think I can come again. My clit is on strike.”

He snorted with laughter at the unexpected statement. About to pull away, he was surprised when she pushed with the hand on his chest, rolling him onto his back. Amused, he let her have her way, wanting to see what she was going to do.

The hand on his chest slid down to his dick, wrapping around it. The long fall of her hair brushed against his body as she shifted her position, her upper body moving toward his lower.

“What are you doing?” he asked curiously. Cassidy peeked at him over her shoulder.

“Well, just because my clit is on strike doesn’t mean your dick has to suffer,” she responded teasingly before bending down to take his cock between her lips.

David groaned, his hips jolting upward at the wet heat that suddenly surrounded him.

Fuck, that felt good. Sliding his hands over her, he plunged his fingers into her hair, pulling it back away from her face so he could watch as she slid her mouth down the length of his cock and bobbed back up again.

There was no way he was going to argue with a surprise morning blow job.

Wrapping her long hair around his fist, he let her take the lead. She held his cock in one hand and his balls in her other, gently tugging and rolling them between her fingers, adding to the pleasurable stimulation.

“Fuck, sweetheart…” He groaned with pleasure. “Your mouth is killing me.”

She slid her lips up and down his shaft, her tongue teasing the head every time she drew back. It felt fucking phenomenal.

Then his phone rang.

Cassidy paused.

David tightened the fist in her hair, using it to leverage her mouth back down his cock as he reached for his phone with his free hand.

“No one told you to stop,” he growled, picking up the phone.

An unholy light sparked in her eyes. Damn. He might regret this. But probably not.

The caller ID said it was Lincoln calling. Swiping to answer, David put the phone next to his ear as Cassidy increased the suction on his cock.

“Morning.”

“Good morning.” Lincoln’s voice was serious but not overly concerned, which held David to relax a little. Well, as much as he could be with Cassidy now doing her best to distract him from the call. She was doing a damn good job, too. “I’ve got some updates I wanted you to know about right away.”

Tension immediately knotted again.

Cassidy’s tongue flicked over the head of his dick, and he felt his jaw tighten.

“What’s up?”

“First, the team looking through Cassidy’s things didn’t initially find anything, but when Jaxon decided to use a scanner, they discovered that some of her shoes had trackers in them.

Jensen is going to bring over the ones that didn’t and her clothes since all of those checked out.

The good news is that she didn’t wear shoes when she went to your house yesterday, so if that’s how he’s been following her, he’ll hopefully have no idea where she is now. ”

“Fuck.” David said it as much for Lincoln’s words as for the fact that Cassidy had just released his cock from her hand and decided to take him all the way down her throat. His mind fuzzed for a moment.

This was not the conversation to be having while she gave him head, yet he couldn’t bring himself to have her stop.

“Pretty much,” Lincoln agreed. “But, like I said, now that we know, we can cut off his access.”

“What’s the second thing?” David tightened his grip on Cassidy’s hair again, pulling her up so her lips were no longer touching the root of his cock. He only managed to pull her off for a moment before she plunged right back down again.

Fine, fuck it. Let her do what she wanted.

“That’s a little more confusing,” Lincoln said, sounding mystified. “Mason just called me. He received a delivery of black roses this morning.”

“Mason did?” David’s confusion matched Lincoln’s.

Why the hell would Mason be getting flowers from Cassidy’s ex?

She’d never been to Mason’s home. In fact, of the team who had been guarding her, he’d been the least on-site.

Drew and Naomi had driven Cassidy around. She spent all day at David’s grandmother’s. Claudia might have made sense since she was over there every Thursday for game night.

But Mason?

“Mason thinks this might be an indication that the flowers really weren’t from Don, but considering the trackers that Jaxon found, we’re not going to be taking any chances.”

“Yeah, definitely not.” Though he was confused about the flowers, David didn’t believe Mason was right about them being from someone else. Who else could they be from?

“That’s it for now. I’ll let you get back to Cassidy.” There was something in Lincoln’s voice that made David think his boss knew exactly what was going on with Cassidy right now, though he wasn’t sure how Lincoln had picked up on it. “See you in the office tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

Hanging up the phone, David looked down the length of his body at Cassidy, who was still eagerly trying to make him come. She wasn’t far off from it.

“Do you want to wait to hear the news, or do you want it now?” he asked.

Despite her mouth being wrapped around his dick, Cassidy managed to shake her head. Then she redoubled her efforts to make him come.

Rather than trying to fight it, David gave in and let her do what she wanted. The bad news could wait since that’s what she wanted. It wasn’t going to change anything about their day today.

Groaning, he shuddered as she worked her mouth up and down his cock, her tongue slipping against the sensitive skin. He gripped her hair tighter as the ecstasy wound around him, shuddering as the pulses of cum jetted down her throat. She didn’t stop sucking until she’d swallowed every last drop.

Only then did he tell her what Lincoln said, holding her in his arms as he did.

She took it philosophically, seeming both relieved and concerned that the flowers might not have anything to do with her. Then, she seemed to deliberately set the question aside so they could enjoy their day together… which they did.

After breakfast, David worked on self-defense with her, pleased with how far she’d come along. Then she watched him work out while she made them lunch. In the afternoon she read a book while he played a video game, and then they made dinner together.

It was surprisingly homey. Comfortable.

Then, after watching a movie, she let him hold her down in his bed and pound her into a screaming orgasm.

The perfect Sunday.