Page 6 of Dustin (Thunder Elites Special Ops #4)

(Madison)

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“They’re talking about a meeting that’s happening this weekend. Something about a warehouse and goods delivery: it sounds like this meeting is a really big deal. They also mentioned bribing some officers to look the other way,” I say, translating the conversation Dustin asked me to listen to.

He walked in an hour ago and went straight to have a shower. He ignored me completely until he eventually handed me his phone while making himself some coffee. He played the recorder and asked me to translate the conversation. Without a please . I know I’ve upset him, so I let it go.

“Interesting,” Dustin says, his expression thoughtful.

“You think the meeting could be with the terrorists?” I question.

He doesn’t reply. He stands up to grab his phone from the table in the room. Then he dials someone's number.

“Hey. I need you to find out about a particular ball happening here in Lisbon tomorrow night. And I need an invitation.”

I’m guessing he’s talking to Sam. As soon as he gets a reply, Dustin hangs up the phone. He sits on the couch and continues pretending to be the only person in the room.

“You can’t keep ignoring me, Dustin,” I tell him, a little annoyed.

“Of course I can,” he says sweetly.

I roll my eyes.

“What do you want from me?”

He sighs before looking at me properly for the first thing this evening.

“Don’t you have places to be? A house? Friends to hang out with. This is supposed to be your city, but you haven’t left this hotel room today.”

“Like I told you before, I’m staying put and helping you. I’ll go back to my life after your mission’s done.”

He stares at me for a beat.

“I don’t really need your help. You can go now,” he tells me.

I open my mouth to protest, but then his phone rings.

“Yeah?” he asks, picking it up. He listens to what the person says.

“All right, I got it,” Dustin says, his voice tight. “I won’t screw it up. Bye, Sam. Send me the invites.”

He hangs up before turning to me.

“Turns out I do need your help,” he says resignedly.

I cross my arms over my chest.

“With what?”

“Our friend, Alexis Vierra, is attending a ball tomorrow night. It’s meant to be pretty exclusive.

Only the richest people in the city and from all over Portugal will be there.

I asked Sam to get me an invite. He did, but the problem is, I can’t go alone.

It’s a couple thing. You have to go with someone to gain access. ”

“So, you don’t have a date,” I point out with a grin.

“Yes, Madison. I realize that.”

“Why me, though? You’re mad at me, remember. Maybe ask the receptionist at the hotel? Or you can call Clara back home in D.C.”

Dustin’s blue eyes narrow.

“Well firstly, I need someone who knows enough people to help me blend in. And second, you sound jealous,” he says suspiciously.

I splutter.

“I am not!” I protest.

I totally am, but he didn’t need to call me out like that.

“What do you want, Madison?” Dustin says warily as he runs his hand through his dark brown hair.

“Not much. I just want to hear a please.”

“Oh really? That’s all you want?” he questions dryly. Then he advances on me. I take a step back, surprised by the sudden flare up in his emotions. He runs hot and cold so fast.

“How about what I want, Madison? Have you ever thought to ask?” he questions.

I swallow.

“I’ve tried,” I say, sounding a little breathless due to his close proximity. I can’t think when he’s in my space. I take another step back, but he just takes another toward me. I continue moving backward until my back hits the wall. “You never want to listen, and I don’t think you care.”

He twirls a strand of my hair in his finger. Then he looks down at me.

“You have no idea what I care about,” he whispers.

His eyes flicker to my lips, and I realize the situation has taken a completely unexpected turn. I feel my nipples harden in the annoyingly thin material of my dress. Unfortunately, Dustin looks down at them, and his eyes darken.

“Dustin,” I say nervously.

“It’s been five years,” he says softly, raising his hands to touch my cheek. “Tell me why I still can’t seem to stop thinking about you. You’re like a shadow. You’re always there.”

I suck in a sharp breath. The air hums with awareness and the mingled sounds of our soft and uneven breaths. I try to focus on anything but this powerful masculine form in front of me.

I place my hands on his arm to push him away and make him move. My hands drift up to his face and the dark sweep of his lashes: his firm sensual lips and chiseled cheekbones. I used to love looking at his face.

I used to think about it all the time. I still do. He’s not the only one that feels like I’m always there. He also manages to dominate my every thought when I’m not around him. I’m torn between running for the hills and pulling him in and being with him.

My dad made a terrible mistake by asking me to do this. He might have inadvertently kickstarted something he tried so hard to stop five years ago.

“Are you going to kiss me?” I ask quietly.

My tongue darts out to wet my lip, and Dustin’s eyes zoom in on the action.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he questions, his eyes dark with lust.

“Yes,” I answer simply.

The answer is more than enough. My nails dig into my palms as anticipation builds in my gut.

I should have known Dustin wouldn’t just go for it, though.

He always liked to draw things out. He starts by kissing my forehead.

Then my nose. A soft, soundless kiss against my cheek.

He moves to my ear and tugs on it softly with his teeth. It’s torture.

“Just kiss me!” I say, frustrated.

He pulls away and grins. The genuine grin is like a punch to my gut. I watch both his dimples appear, and it’s such a surprising sight. I haven't seen a smile like that from him in a while.

“Always so impatient,” he says, tsking.

His hand goes to my neck and the other to my waist. He pulls me closer and begins leaning in. Then his lips meet mine. Hot, hard, unyielding. His hands slide up to cup my jaw and neck, holding me in place as he kisses every thought out of my head.

He pulls back, his eyes fierce.

“I really missed that,” he whispers.

He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before diving back into the kiss.

I hear nothing but the thundering of my chest. My heart feels like it’s running a marathon.

And I know without a doubt that Dustin has inputted himself back in again.

The last time it killed me to get him out.

I’m not sure I’ll be able to do so again.

He pulls away for a fraction of a second to pull off his white shirt. His muscles are sleek and sculpted, all sinuous lines and strength.

Then he kisses me again, more desperate this time and demanding. I soften against him, and he responds by fisting his hand in my hair. His fingers find the straps of my dress. My heartbeat skitters as he slides the fabric an inch down my shoulder, leaving my shoulders burning.

I can see it in his eyes. He needs this. And so do I. With one deft swipe, he shoves the strap of my dress from my shoulder, then he does the same for the other one. Dustin’s jeans slide to the floor about the same moment my dress slithers down my body and pools at my ankles.

“So fucking sexy,” he says almost reverently.

His mouth is on my neck, and he’s nibbling and kissing his way down south. I shiver as he unhooks the clasp of my bra with one hand, baring my breasts for him.

He cups one breast greedily. His tongue darted out to stroke my aching nipple. I reach down to cup his erection through his boxer briefs. His lips close over my nipple, and he starts to suck. My head falls back as I moan. He sucks and teases my nipples with his mouth, just how I like it.

He doesn’t stop sucking until his hand finds its way into my thong. He shoves the material aside and plunges his finger into me.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he mutters. My moan becomes a cry when he parts my slit with his fingers.

“Dustin,” I cry.

“I need to be inside you right now,” he says, brushing his chin over my nipple. His fingers thrust into me, and my knees buckle.

His dick is in my grip. Dustin groans as he drops his forehead to mine. I manage to free his shaft from his briefs, and we both start to work each other with eager hands.

Suddenly he pulls out of my throbbing core. I hiss against his neck in annoyance, but it soon turns to anticipation when I find myself on my back in bed with a naked, sexy man standing over me.

“Madison?” he calls, kissing his way up my body.

“Hm?” I say, my voice husky with lust.

“I don’t have a condom,” he informs me as he thrusts a finger into me again.

“Birth control!” I yell. “You need to get inside me now.”

He chuckles. “In a minute, beautiful.”

He continues to thrust into me lazily with his fingers. Then his hand finds my clit as his mouth clamps down on my nipple. The sensation becomes too much, and soon enough, my body implodes.

“Fuck,” I gasp, fighting to get oxygen in my lungs.

I forgot just how well Dustin could induce a mind-shattering orgasm from me. And he hasn’t even been inside me yet.

He fists his very hard, very erect cock, and I lick my lips in anticipation. I just came, but I’m ready for more. He pauses long enough to swipe his tongue over each of my breasts before rising on his knees. Then he thrusts his hips and buries his shaft inside of me.

“Aargh!” I scream. It takes a second for my body to adjust to his length.

“Relax, Madison,” Dustin says softly.

I let out a breath, feeling tiny little tremors working my muscles around him.

Then he starts to move. Slowly, languidly. Sweat glistens on his skin. His jaw is set as he pumps into me. It feels like Heaven. But he’s being too gentle now, and I want him to give me his all.

“Dustin, go faster,” I urge.

He does so almost immediately. He hitches my hips higher. His thrusts come faster and deeper. I sink my nails into his shoulders and squeeze my muscles around his shaft as he drives deep.

The heels of my foot dig into his ass as I feel another orgasm start to build. His thrusts become harder. My breasts feel heavy and swollen. Every nerve in my body lights up. My body tenses again as my orgasm looms.

“Let go, Madison,” Dustin says softly, leaning forward to place a delicate kiss on my shoulder.

He cups my breast, and soon enough, I detonate.

The orgasm shoots through me at a high voltage, making me tremble from head to toe.

I bury my face in his neck as it consumes me.

Then I feel his erection swell inside me.

He grunts as he thrusts in, once, twice, until his entire body shudders, and he comes inside me.

We stay still for a few minutes. Hearts beating fast as one.

“Holy fuck,” I choke out.

Dustin responds with a slow laugh as he falls onto the bed.

“We did not just do that,” I say in disbelief. I’m still waiting for the roaring in my ears to stop and my heart rate to return to normal.

“The orgasms would disagree with you,” Dustin states.

I smile before placing my head on his rapidly beating chest. He immediately wraps his arm around me. I remember how much he used to like cuddling after sex.

“You’re going to need a tux for tomorrow,” I tell him.

“And you’ll need a dress,” he states.

“I’m a fashion designer, Dusty Bun. I can find a dress.”

“Thanks,” he says softly.

We’re both quiet after that. There are too many things left unsaid, but we fall asleep with our arms wrapped around each other for now.