Page 35 of The Flame of Carson (Blackout Security Inc. #3)

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S tacey’s mind was swirling . From the moment they got home, her senses told her something was going to be different tonight.

Gage showering and wearing her cologne when she picked him up, all but ordering her to go upstairs and shower while he cooked.

Selecting what she would wear. Then there was dinner itself.

Gage had been so focused on her. Making sure she was well fed, that her wine glass was already filled, and then there was the physical contact.

All throughout the meal, he would reach out to touch her.

He had purposely set the table so that they were seated side-by-side.

Gage would take her hand, lift it to his lips and kiss the back of her hand, softly rub his leg against hers.

Her body was now so charged she thought she would explode.

When they both had eaten their fill, he insisted on doing the dishes.

She now sat at the island of her kitchen watching her man load the last of the dishes into the dishwasher.

“Is there anything I can do to help? I mean, you worked all day, then cooked and now cleaning up.”

“I’m doing this Stacey, because I want to. For the last month, you have taken care of me. The panic attack, my house being blown up, and now discovering that I’m a target. Tonight, hell this weekend, I plan on repaying you for that.”

“Gage, we’re a team, I...”

Gage tossed the dish towel on the counter and in two strides was in front of her, boxing her in from where she sat on the bar stool.

“Yes, we are a team, but you have gone above and beyond. You are the strongest woman I’ve ever met.

You are my woman, Stacey Carlin. Tonight, I will start to show you what that means. ”

She knew her eyes had to be wide as saucers at his declaration.

There was a deepness to his voice she had never heard before.

Down in her very bones, she felt that tonight, their dynamic was about to shift.

Shift in a way she had only fantasized about.

Something in her mind, that dark space she kept to herself, suddenly sparked.

A heat spread through her, a heat she suspected matched Gage’s, and that Gage would be the match to ignite a flame that only he could extinguish.

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G age kept his eyes locked on the deep green of hers that were so always expressive for him. Right now, they were wide and a spark glittering in them after his little speech. ‘So, she seems to be intrigued by what I said. She has no idea what I have in store for her.’

Gage removed his hands from where he had placed them on the island behind her.

Slowly, deliberately, he moved them to rest on her knees.

He could feel a slight trembling ripple through her.

Good. He wanted her trembling for him, wanted her thrown off her game.

Since that first night they became lovers, the power had been shared.

Give and take. Tonight however, Gage would take full charge.

He would hold the power, he would take her, she would submit to him.

“You’re trembling Stacey.” He hummed, his hands slowly inching up. “Why is that babe?”

“Gage...” she breathed, licking her lips as another shiver moved through her. “You seem...different tonight.”

“Different?”

“Yes...”

Gage smirked as his hands slipped beneath the soft fabric of her dress. His eyes stayed glued to Stacey’s face. He wanted to watch her, watch her slowly relinquish herself to him. Massaging the flesh of her thighs, his callused hands continued upward.

“Perhaps I’m merely letting myself go. Did you ever think of that? Hmm?”

“Oh god...what...mmm...what do you mean?”

Chuckling low and deep, Gage leaned into her, so his lips were right at her ear. “I’m taking control tonight. Tonight, you WILL surrender to ME.”

When he licked the shell of her ear, Stacey moaned.

Almost a whimper. He felt her body go limp on the barstool; the only thing keeping her in place was the island behind her and his hands on her thighs.

His lips moved now, slow, and sensually.

At her neck, he kissed her delicate skin as he opened her legs more so he could step into them.

Stacey’s head dropped back; her hands lifted almost weakly to grip his waist. Another whimper escaped her mouth feeling Gage’s mouth sucking at her neck.

His lips and tongue making love to her skin; knowing how it affected her.

Those skillful hands of his, under her dress, now teasing the outside hem of the thong she had put on.

“Yes Stacey. Feel my hands, my mouth, mm feel what I’m doing to you.”

“Gage...”

“That’s it babe, just feel. Give in to me.”

Gage kept his movements slow and methodical.

This was just a prelude to what he was going to do to her.

Before he swept her up and to their bed, he wanted Stacey a quivering puddle.

He wanted her so aroused that she would come the second his tongue touched her clit.

His right hand shifted ever so slightly, brushing feather-light against her silk covered clit.

“Gage!” Stacey squealed, her hips bucking toward him.

“Yes. Show me you’re losing control for me. Craving more. My touch. Me.” Gage growled before his lips found hers.

Stacey felt light-headed when he finally kissed her.

His lips were firm, yet he moved them so slowly against hers.

Small mewling noises she had never heard were traveling from her and into him.

Her body was both weightless and heavy as he kissed her.

Again, she felt him brush her clit, eliciting a tiny scream from her that was swallowed by his kiss.

This was a side of Gage Carson she had never seen, never experienced. There was no doubt in her mind that he was in full control. The situation. Her body. Yes, Gage Carson was calling all the shots. The very thought had her reeling. Always, they had shared the power. Or so he had let her think.

“Move against my hand Stacey.” Gage commanded, placing his right-hand flush against her core. “That’s it. Nice and slow babe. Mm, you’re getting so wet for me. Your sweet pussy getting hotter, wetter. Your clit is throbbing now. Isn’t it?”

“God...yes Gage. I...oh god...I feel...” Stacey panted, her hips rocking nice and slow as he instructed her.

“You feel lost, yet still anchored? My hand is your anchor. Oh yes, I feel you. Hot. Wet. Keep rocking babe, nice and slow. Feel yourself letting go. That’s it, give yourself to me. You know you want to. To release yourself to me.”

“Yes...to you Gage. Only you. Please.”

He laughed kissing along the V-neck of the dress. “My, my, you beg so pretty babe.” Her hips were rocking a little firmer against his stationary hand now. Still slow, but definitely a bit harder. “Are you wearing a bra under that amazing dress? I recall you didn’t the night we met.”

“N...no bra...” Stacey gasped just as her nipples throbbed.

“Such a good girl. MY naughty good girl.” Gage growled before leaning over and sucking a hardened bud through the fabric.

Stacey’s cry echoing through the kitchen.

His lips tugging, his teeth scraping ever so slightly.

He knew her nipples were always sensitive, and he was taking full advantage.

Her hands tightened at the waist band of the slacks he put on at Blackout after his shower there.

Pressing his right hand, a little firmer against her, Gage switch to her other nipple.

His left hand tightened against her hip.

“Fuck, oh god...”

Gage lifted his head from her breast and looked into Stacey’s face.

Her eyes were wide and the look in those green eyes was pure fire.

Yeah, his woman was ready for the next step.

Smiling down at her, Stacey was quivering in his arms. Two damp spots on her dress only accentuated the harden nipples beneath.

Her breath was labored, her arms limp around his neck.

“Gage...please...I feel like I’m fire.” Stacey whimpered, her head in the crock of his neck.

“I know babe, and I’m going to make it burn even hotter before I’m through with you tonight.”

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S tacey could barely comprehend what was happening.

She knew she was currently in Gage’s strong arms and suspected he was taking her to the bedroom.

Her mind was a sexual whirlwind. Every inch of her was a bundle of nerves, her sex throbbing and wet.

The soft dress rubbing against her as he carried her was only stoking the flames.

Her ears registered the oak door of the bedroom being kicked closed.

Gently, Gage lowered her to the bed and only then did her eyes flutter open.

The lighting of the room was muted. A golden glow encompassing the room, a spicy smell infusing the air.

She looked up at Gage, her mouth opened to speak, but her vocal cords weren’t working.

Gage smiled down sweetly, stroking her cheek.

“It’s supposed to set the mood. Make you feel...aroused.”

“I...I’m already aroused.”

“Then it should help make you even more so.”

Stacey was a little startled as that sweet southern smile faded into a lustful one.

Gulping, her eyes followed Gage as he walked around to the foot of the bed.

That hungry gleam in his brown eyes causing a fresh wave of wetness between her legs.

His eyes watched her watching him as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs.

Strong callused hands gripped her calves, opening her legs.

Stacey shuddered as she tried to breathe.

Those same hands slid up her legs, once again disappearing beneath the dress.

“Gage...”

“Just relax Stacey. I’m going to make my naughty girl feel so good.”