Page 22 of The Night Ride (SEALs on Wheels #3)

“Are you sure I don’t need a monitor in my office to view them all?”

“Nah. You’ll be able to watch each one from your phone. Unless you decide later that you wanted a monitor, say in the cash office, to discourage future employees from stealing.”

“Gotcha. How do I get a recording to the police if something shows up?”

“Simple. Tap here. Then here. And you see all the various camera numbers? Select the camera number, the day, and window of time you want to save. Then you can download it. Just know video files can be huge. That’s why you might want to share it through a file sharing program and not just email.

Because even a ten-minute video is massive and might not fit in an email.

The download can take a hot minute too.”

“I see. Well, thanks for doing this. Hopefully it will help resolve this case faster.”

“Why don’t you play around with it for a minute. I’m going to go into every room so you can see me come up on the screen in case we need to adjust any of the camera angles.”

“Okay.”

I left her and her intoxicating vanilla cookie and roses scent.

Took my time going from room to room, making sure the cameras picked me up from all the different angles.

Once I was certain I had done a full circuit.

I headed back in the kitchen to find her leaning against the counter, her perfect, round ass just begging for attention.

I came up behind her. She stiffened for a moment. But then relaxed as I leaned in until my front aligned thoroughly with her back. She inhaled a shaky breath.

“Aiden.”

“Can you see us on the screen?”

“Yes.” She blew out a shaky breath.

“Good. Keep watching.” She’d already removed the apron which was a shame. I slid my hands beneath the hem of her top. Sliding them up to fondle her perfect fucking tits and cupped them through the lacey material of her bra.

She gasped. My cock twitched and lengthened. I wasn’t planning to take her here. But now that I had my hands on her I couldn’t stop. Gently squeezing, I kneaded the ripe beauties. Her nipples hardened, and I plucked them through the lace.

I could suck on these beauties for hours. They were fucking perfect.

“Aiden.” Her breathy sigh stirred my lust.

I leaned in with my mouth beside her ear and murmured, “Look at the cameras on your phone, bring up at the ones in the kitchen and watch what I do to you.”

“Okay.” She agreed with a small nod. It took her a minute to find the cameras but then there we were, in full color.

“Keep watching or I’ll stop.” I commanded, placing a love bite against the back of her neck. I felt her shudder.

I removed her top and drew the lace cups down.

The heavy orbs looked obscene on camera with the lace framing them.

My cock jolted. I was playing a dangerous game.

But my oaths were of little consequence when I felt her lush ass pressed against my crotch with her tits on display.

I pressed kisses against the back of her neck and shoulders while fondling her mounds, twisting and tugging on the deep rouge areolas with relish.

Taking my time, I worked the buds until they were stiff from my attention. Then slid one hand down her front to her work slacks. With a flick of my fingers, I undid the clasp and lowered the zipper. But then I snaked a hand beneath her panties.

“Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.”

“Hm. Let’s see, shall we.” I delved deep, parting her folds and plunged two fingers inside her wet channel. “Fuck, babe, you’re drenched.”

“Aiden,” she panted as I thrust my fingers in and out, scissoring them to spread her wider, get her prepped for my dick.

And hearing her moan my name with that breathy alto was my signal to continue.

I would always be mindful of her past, of what had been done to her, and always proceed with caution.

And there was a part of me that wanted to uncover the name of the asshole who her hurt, hunt him down and end his sorry existence.

Without commenting, I swirled my digits around her aching bud.

Thrilled at the symphony that her loud gasps and moans created.

I would remember this when I was stationed overseas.

Her voice lost in ecstasy with my name on her lips.

I pressed a hot kiss against her neck. Then pressed two fingers into her taut heat, thrusting them deep.

“Oh god.” She rocked her hips, taking my fingers even deeper on the next pass. Her silken pussy gripped the digits tight, trying to draw them even deeper still.

I chuckled and nipped her earlobe. “Not quite. Are you watching me finger this naughty pussy?”

“Y-y-y-yes. Please don’t stop.”

“Not possible. I want to feel you come on my hands. And then I’m going to take my time eating your cunt. And only when you’re begging me, with this pussy swollen from orgasms will I fuck you.”

She whimpered. But it was the signal I wanted. Her hands dug unsuccessfully into the stainless-steel as she canted her hips and rode my fingers.

“See how much you ache for release. What do you think your customers would say if they knew you were in your kitchen, getting this pretty cunt fingered?”

“Probably good for me.”

I barked out a laugh. The woman was priceless. “Uh, huh. Think I can fit another finger in this tight pussy.” I added the digit on the next pass and thrust deep. It bowed her back, and she cried out.

“Yes. I want it all. Everything you want to give me.”

I nipped her neck then laved the bruised flesh with my tongue. “Careful, because I will take everything you want to give me and want more.”

“Yes. I need you.”

Satisfaction flowed through me. Whatever this might be, I realized that I could no longer walk away.

At least, not without working her out of my system.

She was in my blood, in my very soul and had sunk her clutches in.

Not that she realized just how deep I was in this with her.

I wanted more. I wanted everything she was willing to give.

I increased the speed, plunging my fingers deep, rubbing circles around her swollen nub. She was lost, mindless in her need. And I fucking loved that I was the one to bring her to this point.

“Have you ever been fucked in the bakery?”

“No.” She shook her head.

“Why not?”

“Health codes. And no guy I wanted.” Her hips vigorously rocked against my plunging digits. She cried out, jolted in my arms. And her pussy clamped down on my fingers as she came.

I licked my lips, ready for another taste of her pussy. When her cunt stopped pulsing around my fingers, I withdrew them and sucked them clean.

“Jesus, even your pussy tastes like a sugar cookie. And I need more. Keep watching the screen, understand?”

“Yes. Please.”

I drew her pants and panties down her legs to her ankles, spreading her legs just wide enough. Then pushed her torso down against the counter. Her plump ass was downright bitable. I leaned down and nipped her flesh. Then parted the globes and inhaled her.

“Fuck, you smell sweet.” I dragged my tongue through her slit. The tangy sweetness of her juices hit my tastebuds. It was my turn to groan. Because she tasted like what I imagine heaven must taste like.

I knelt behind her and gave her pussy these long, slow, thorough licks. Sucking on her labia lips, making them swell from my attention. Dragging my tongue through her crease, I lapped at her clit with fast flicks meant to drive her wild. I wanted her writhing and begging for release.

I took my time, reveling in the feel of her while I explored her pussy. The way her scent coated my lips and fingers. My dick throbbed, pressed against my jeans, aching for release. But the bastard would need to wait.

I circled her nub with my fingers, rubbing her into a frenzy while I fucked her with my tongue. I could spend hours eating her pussy. Days even. How would she react if I told her that? She’d probably think I was wavering on my stance. When I couldn’t.

I shoved the negative thoughts away, more concerned with making her come, than with things I couldn’t control. Her whimpers of ecstasy grew in sound and tenor. Her drenched pussy swelled from my attentions.

I suctioned the hard bud while she squirmed and wailed as she came. Her hips bucked, almost dislodged my tongue from her channel.

“Please, Aiden, don’t make me wait any longer. I neeeed you.”

It wasn’t until she shot me a seductive glance over her shoulder. Her eyes glazed with lust biting her bottom lip that my resolve snapped. I couldn’t wait any longer.

Rising, I had my dick out before I reached my full height. Gripping her hip to steady her, I aligned my shaft at her sopping wet entrance. Holding her hips steady I slammed inside. Her back arched as I plowed deep. And my eyes rolled back into my head as her throbbing cunt clamped down on my dick.

Gritting my teeth, I furrowed deeper, thrusting until my balls pressed against her ass.

“Oh god, don’t stop.”

But I was selfish and wanted to feel her pussy flutter around me. I held still, enjoying the way her channel attempted to drag me even deeper inside. Holding her tight, I drew myself out until only the tip remained and thrust home.

Beth’s back arched and she whimpered. “Please. More.”

Jesus this woman was perfect for me. I gave her what she wanted, and what I needed. I took her from behind like a man possessed. And perhaps I was, but it had never felt this way with anyone else before, as if I would perish if I didn’t have her this second.

It made me wish that I was different. That I could give her the life and commitment she deserved. But Evan told me he wanted more for his sisters, that they deserved a life with a guy who would be there. Not someone like me who would be on the other side of the world half the time or more.

I took her with a primal instinct, reveling in her moans and in the way she fluttered around me. I couldn’t give her forever. But I could love her in a way that she would remember. When she was old and gray, she would remember this time with me. And how for a little while we belonged to each other.

She wailed. Her body jerked as her pussy spasmed while she came. I redoubled my efforts, drawing her orgasm out into a second one before I allowed myself to let go.

I hammered inside her with bruising force. She loved every minute of it. I knew I was leaving bruises on her hips. And there was a part of me which was glad. Because there would be a part of me left behind when I left. Where she would look in the mirror and remember me.

She might curse my name too, but at least she would remember me.

Ecstasy built inside me. Tremors assaulted me as I tried to hold on. But it was a useless endeavor. Her pussy was too good. I tossed my head back on a roar as I came, spurting inside her with such force my knees shook.

I leaned over her and wrapped my arms around her, pressing my lips against the back of her neck.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked as I returned to my senses.

She giggled. “No. But I’m glad the health department didn’t make a surprise visit. They’d shut me down for sure.”

I snickered. She glanced over her shoulder with a mile wide grin. And my heart squeezed, because I knew given time, I could fall for this woman.

But fear held my emotions in check.