ROMANCE: Badass Boss (Billionaire Alpha Bad Boy Romance) (Western Mail Order Bride Calendar Contemporary) (32 page)

Chapter 14

Leave

Stone stopped talking. He reached under her and lifted her off the bed. He had both hands under her hips. He moved her over directly on top of him and let her down against him. She couldn’t help herself. She could have ran across to the sofa, but he wanted her. When a woman spends a night caring for a good man, she makes a place in her heart that’s not easily denied. Delia snuggled against him. She shuddered when she felt his arms cross her back and their gentle pressure keeping her close. She rubbed her nose and eyes into his neck.

He didn’t say anything. She didn’t either. It was too nice. She noticed that, unbidden, her legs had spread out to the sides. Her knees were outside his. She had a sudden mental image of his strong, sturdy cock easing into her channel in that position. That didn’t startle her or cause her to panic. It made her burrow into his chest even further.             

She got up on her elbows. She didn’t move anything else. She looked into his eyes and thought
“He has green eyes. They’re a pretty color.”

Out loud, she said, “What’s the plan for today?”

“Obviously, we go to the office first. I want to know what that cube is. Why it was being smuggled inside the gas tank of one of our cars and who put it there.”

“That’s a good idea. She kept looking into his green eyes and sighed. She said, “I’ve come to a crossroads. I have to chose which kind of man I should be with. I’m in your arms and not wearing much. It feels wonderful. I don’t want it to end. Ever. I guess that’s what I’m choosing. I should really ask you. Will you be my man? No, wait, I want to say it in my own words. I know the feminists will disapprove. I don’t care. Will you let me be your woman?”

Stone answered by unhooking her bra and saying, “Only if this is for the long run.”

Delia didn’t answer with words. She stripped her bra off her arms and kissed him with dedication. Stone felt her soft breasts against his chest.

Delia’s eyes abruptly widened. She said, “I see you noticed I’m topless.”

“What gave you the first clue?”

“That rowdy, great log presently between my legs and touching my delicate places.”

“Oh that.”

“Yes. that.”

Stone massaged her rump with both hands. This stressed the little button in her private garden. She said, “Oh” and looked at the headboard of the bed. Her mouth slowly dropped open.

Stone waited until her eyelids drooped slightly and turned them slowly on their side. He let her continue turning until she was on her back. Her head rested on his arm. He pulled her closer and kissed her. She said, “More.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Stone dropped his head down to her left breast and his right hand between her legs. She let her legs drift outward and bent her knees.

Stone’s index finger on his right hand found the entrance to her hips and slid inside. When he stroked the top of her sheath, she gasped.

In a little while, Stone noticed that her eyes were almost shut. He could see her pupils dart from side to side. She breathed deeper and deeper.

Her smell changed from lovely women to something from the jungle. Her hand searched around until it found Stone’s cock. She curled her fingers around it.

Ten minutes of attention to her breasts and neck and her button and sheath brought her to full arousal. She tilted her head toward him. Her eyes couldn’t see him or anything else in the room. She whispered, “Come inside me.”

Stone moved his considerable length and breadth over her body and knelt above her legs. He stripped her panties down her legs. She opened her legs and held out her arms. “Come here. I’m yours.” He laid himself down on top of her gently. She lifted her knees and hooked her ankles together behind his back. He noticed that her hips were moving, searching for his cock.

She finally used her fingers to place him at her entrance. He pressed forward slowly. Her entrance expanded as the head of his cock opened it up. She turned her head to the side and groaned very softly.

When the head of his cock slid past her opening, Stone stopped. Delia’s sightless eyes looked up at the ceiling. He pulled back just enough to let the biggest part of the crown of his cock expand her opening then came back in, expanding it once again. He did this several times. Delia nodded in small jerks. She gasped and grabbed his butt with both hands and squeezed him.

A thin sheet of perspiration suddenly covered her body. She moaned and pulled Stone inside her. He penetrated her slowly and carefully, watching her for any signs of pain or discomfort. His cock touched the end of her tunnel, and he paused.

Her hands on his butt didn’t let him move. He had the chance to look at her carefully. Her eyes were swollen and dark as if she were wearing makeup. Her lips full. He trailed his eyes down her body. Her neck and chest carried a reddish color, most prominent on her breasts. Her hard nipples stiffened. He bent down to take one then the other in his mouth. He bit down, very gently, and she gasped. He lifted himself up, and his eyes trailed down her belly. Sweat pooled in her navel and covered her skin.

The junction of their bodies seemed to pulse with its own life as if it were moving and caressing without their permission.

Stone started withdrawing. Delia face showed deep disappointment. She shook her head erratically. When he pulled out almost all the way, Stone thought she’d cry. He immediately penetrated her again. Her expression brightened and she happily writhed around his cock.

They established a nice, simple rhythm. Their hips approached and backed away in perfect partnership.

Delia unlocked her ankles. Her knees gradually sank down to the sheet. They lay, limp and relaxed on the bed. Her arms settled slowly with her hands close to her head. She smiled. Her hips moved and nothing else. Her eyes even stopped endlessly searching for something on the ceiling and stayed in the center of her vision.

Long minutes later, Her eyes sprang open. She grunted. Her arms and legs flailed around without her will.

Stone felt her channel contract around his cock. It felt like it was milking him for his semen. She whined and moaned and turned her head from side to side. Her back arched, pushing her belly up against Stone.

She subsided gradually, with several pauses for smaller orgasms. She brought her knees up so her feet could rest on the bed.

Her eyes focused on Stone who looked like a man with a cramp in his leg. She concentrated on her sheath. “You’re still hard. Go ahead. You can finish now. I’m done.”

His words came out strained. “Inside or out. Answer quickly or it’ll be inside.”

“Stay inside. I want to feel you.”

“Good, because I can’t hold back any longer.” He let all the air out of his lungs and pulsated against her. Once he touched the back of her sheath, he closed his eyes and made small motions, no more than half an inch.

Stone cried out once and grunted as his body pumped his semen inside of her.

She looked down between their bodies. She could see the base of his cock straighten and constrict and feel a new warmth and wetness deep inside her. She looked at him in wonder.

When he was finished, he started to fall on top of her. She pulled her arms into her sides and let him cover her with his magnificent body. She nuzzled his neck with her forehead. She felt like she was completely encased in a good man’s protection and love. She wanted to burrow into his chest and live there forever.

Stone worked his hands under her shoulders and held her close. His hand moved up her neck to the back of her head to support her. He held her against him.

She was completely, and perfectly, his woman. And that made him her man. They would never part.

After they got dressed, Stone said, “Before we leave, I want to examine these papers that no one should want.”             

“The papers that people are trying to kill us for?”

“Yes, those papers.”

Stone put the crate with the personnel folders on the table. “They aren’t even inside a locked container.” He divided the twenty or so folders inside the crate into two piles, and they went through them.

Twenty minutes later, they sat back in their chairs and shook their heads. Stone said, “I can’t see anything unusual. They’re ten to twenty years old. Except for their use in handing out retirement checks, they’re worthless. Did you see anything unusual?”

“Nothing. The papers inside one of the folders are out of order. That’s no big deal. Somebody dropped the folder and put everything back without checking it.” She handed it to Stone.

He examined it closely then threw it back on the table. “Exactly the same as all the other folders except that it’s mixed up.” He sighed. “Damn.”

“I agree.”

“Let’s get moving.”

Chapter 15

Import/Export

In a small room in Compton, California, Fahad looked at a computer screen. “Why didn’t the device work. These two meddlesome people should be dead.”

“I don’t know why it didn’t work. I didn’t build it.”

Racheem pounded his fist on the table. “We’ve been defeated by a cripple and a woman.”

Fahad tried to encourage him. “The battle isn’t over yet. We’ve done everything else correctly. You found out when the papers were going to be shipped to the Nevada office and by what means and our man installed the explosive device. Our people were supposed to kill the man and woman and get the information. The explosive would have shredded the car to ribbons. There would be no clues.”

Racheem whirled around. “Is there anything in the little cube that could lead back to us?”

“No, but it wouldn’t matter if there was. The explosive is powerful enough to vaporize everything inside.”

“Good. We may still be able to complete our mission.” He stopped pacing around their hotel room. “How are they getting along. I didn’t like their effectiveness when we tried to take our property back on the road to Nevada.”

Fahad sat down. He stretched his legs away from him. “It appears they still don’t like each other, but we can’t be sure. We couldn’t predict which hotel room they’d stay in so we couldn’t plant a listening device. They’ve been arguing the entire trip.”

Racheem said, “I want them to be as weak and ineffectual as they appear to be. That’s why I arranged for them to be the guards on the shipment. The two worst agents in the city. That should have guaranteed our success. This is not going the way I wanted.”

“It’s not over yet.”

Delia and Stone left the motel room. Delia made him stop at the door. She kissed him with kindness and hope.

The office they needed was open. For an import/export business, the employees carried a lot of weaponry. Two supposed executives had obvious bulges inside their coats. The secretary’s big handbag was open on her desk within easy reach.

Stone and Delia introduced themselves and were pointed toward an office with no windows.

The man in back of the desk didn’t belong in any import/export business in the world. He had hair so short, his scalp glared under the light above him. His body had the bulky strength of a career soldier and his handshake was firm and unwavering. He directed Delia and Stone to chairs in front of his desk. “I’m Nathan Gooding. Could I see your id badges please?”

Delia and Stone laid the badges on his desk. He examined them with care and caution. Handing them back he asked. “What do you have for me?”

Delia put the personnel folders on the desk. Stone set the metal cube on top of it. He bellowed, “Jamison, come here.”

A man with the same build as his commanding officer filled the doorway as if by magic. “Yes, sir.”

Nathan pointed to the cube. “Put that in the hole and call me when it’s ready.”

The man picked up the cube with two fingers and carried it carefully out of the room. Nathan asked, “Where did you find it?”

Stone answered, “Inside the gas tank of our company car. It had been installed in a special section of the tank. It must have been done in a shop of some kind.”

Nathan’s head jerked up. He’d been studying the top of his desk. He obviously hadn’t heard what he expected. “Interesting. Complicated and interesting. We’ll have to look inside it.” He stood up. ”Come with me. This will be worth watching.” He walked out of the room. Delia and Stone followed.

He turned left toward the interior of the offices. At a steel door, Nathan turned right into a control booth of some kind. It had a desk covered with dials and switches. They could see into another bare room through a window. Delia noticed the slight bluish-green tint of the glass. She asked Nathan, “How thick is this is the glass?”

“Ten inches. Enough to stop a bullet from a 30 mm cannon at point blank range.”

The room contained a cylinder five feet across and four feet high. The door on top measured a foot thick. It looked like a bank vault door with polished surfaces and a number of thick steel rods sticking out to the side. The exterior of the cylinder was bare steel, unpolished. Nathan watched Delia and Stone’s reaction to the cylinder.

He said, “We tried painting the metal, but the paint flaked off every time we used it. So we left it alone.”

They watched the man inside spin a wheel around on top of the door. He gave it an extra turn and walked out of the room. He joined Delia, Stone and Nathan inside the control room. He said, “All set, sir.”

A screen on top of the desk lit up. The interior of the cube appeared. There was a lump of dense material occupying most of the cube. Nathan moved a mouse and the cube turned around and around. They saw a battery and the logic board from a cell phone.

Nathan pointed to the gap between a wire and the pole where it should have been attached. “That’s why you’re still alive.” He hovered his finger over a red button. “Let’s do it.”

He pushed the button. The building shook. They heard a far off booming noise. Nathan pointed to a set of numbers. He said, “Twenty six thousand feet per second. It weighed almost two pounds. You and the car would have been in pieces no more than a half inch across. Let’s find the thing you’re carrying that’s so important.”

In his office, Nathan examined each piece of paper in the jumbled folder in turn. He set the last one down on his desk. “Beats me. These are just what they say they are. Personnel records without value. They’re old and cover many people who aren’t in the service any more.

Why did someone want them? Why did they try to kill you to get them and how did they know where you were?”

Delia said. “This thing has two sides. The sides don’t fit together and can’t be ignored. On one hand we’re exactly the sort of second string agents who would be assigned to carry these useless documents from our office to the office in Las Vegas. That means the documents have no value. On the other, if the documents are so worthless, why did terrorists attack us and try to take them away? The presence of the bomb suggests that once the terrorists had taken the documents, the car could be blown up without regard to anything left in it. All for documents of no value.”

Three highly trained people looked at each other without speaking.