Trained for Seduction (9 page)

The thought of Monday made Chase’s stomach churn. He had so much on his plate, so many demands, especially with this new mission brewing. He hated that they wanted her so badly for this, because she was new, because this target wouldn’t know, or suspect. He hated how it was fleshing out, and what he’d need to ask from her if it went the way it was progressing. She’d discover her boss was truly an ass, and she’d hate him. He knew it.

“What’s your poison?” Chase asked as he opened the gun cases he placed on the shooting bench later that morning. There were two rifles in one case. Kate hadn’t much practice with them, and was unsure of the models. The other case held two handguns, both .45s. She leaned in and wished it wasn’t so hard not to touch him.

“Match grade?” She didn’t picture him as a guy who would have anything but the best.

He nodded and adjusted his baseball cap, pulling it down to shield his eyes from the afternoon sun. He was so hot in a baseball cap, even the glasses he now wore because he hated the bulky eye protection and would rather just wear his prescriptions instead. He wasn’t even going to wear those, snorting at her when she put her foot down. Safety first or no sex.

But he wore them for her, and here he was, all sorts of gorgeous, and all hers. He could be a model if he wanted, but instead he was here, helping her practice her shooting skills so she could kill the bad guys.

“Handgun.”

“There’s nothing hotter than a girl with a rifle.”

“What about a girl with a grenade launcher?” He sucked in his breath and fanned himself, and she laughed. “Rifles are hard for me. My shoulder doesn’t like the recoil.”

He glanced at her shoulder, and she knew he was recalling the injuries she had sustained in the crash. It was in her file. “You need to let me load some ammo for you. I can come up with something with less kick.”

“You load your own ammo?” She didn’t picture him as the type to sit and load gunpowder into casings.

“Well, not for work. I buy what I want. But at home, yes, I load my own. When I’m not so busy.” He picked up a rifle. “So why don’t you tell me what you know.”

Thank you, Second Amendment, because a man with a gun was way too hot. Especially this man. Instead of Chase’s fingers on the gun, she focused on the two handguns in the other case. “I don’t know as much about the rifles yet, but I can tell you about your handguns.”

He nodded, so she began, listing the basic facts, things he’d know, and after a moment she paused, worried about the odd look on his face.

“Am I doing okay?” she asked, concerned.

“So far, yes.”

Why was his voice so…strangled? She was just reciting facts, for Pete’s sake. She cocked her head. “You want more?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he looked almost…nervous. “You know more?”

“Of course.” So she went on to list more of what she knew, all of the odd statistics she could remember, and he put the rifle down in the case. “What? Am I wrong, or something? Because I’m not usually wrong.”

The look he gave her was one of pure lust, one that she didn’t quite get until a shock of pleasure responded deep within her pussy, one so fierce that she wanted him, now. Here.

“You know more about my guns than I do.” He stepped over and leaned her back against the bench, angling himself between her legs, his hands on her hips. So dark, so dangerous, and she couldn’t believe he was that hot and eager. His chest rose and fell a little faster, his eyes a little darker. “That recital was sexier than if you had stripped for me.”

He wasn’t lying. His rocked against her, his cock hard against her hip. He didn’t even try to hide his lust behind the mask he usually wore. A burst of power bubbled up inside her, one that made her feel womanly. Needed. “I didn’t realize spies were so easy.”

“Not all spies. Just me. Fuck me.”

Those words were like gasoline on a spark. If he had commanded her to fuck him yesterday, in his office, she would have fainted. Now those words were hot, and if she wasn’t so sore, she’d jump him in a second.

“Not so fast.” She put a hand on his chest as he was about to swoop in for a kiss. “We’re here to shoot. If you kiss me, we both know what we’ll end up doing all afternoon.”

He thrust his hard cock against her belly. “Five minutes. That’s all I need.”

“I’m sore, Chase. Parts need to rest or you won’t get birthday sex later.” She smacked his chest and pushed him away. “Go shoot something. Show me how good you are.”

He sighed in agitation, still obviously horny, and picked up the rifle. He held the gun, the butt against his shoulder, and took aim. He shot and absorbed the recoil smoothly, his face actually more relaxed than she expected, since a moment before he’d been ready to screw her senseless. Her breath caught in her throat as his hips shifted. His eyes narrowed as he aimed again, and again. He was deadly and he was hers. All hers.

“Done,” he said as he put the rifle down and pounced on her. “Now fuck me.”

She shoved at his chest, the experience much like shoving a brick wall. She wanted him, too, but she really wanted to shoot. “Only three shots? Aren’t you going to see if you hit anything?”

Chase leaned into her again, trying to kiss her. “No. I’m good. Fuck me.”

“I’m still sore!” She smacked his chest again in frustration. “How do you know? What in hell were you in the military that you can be that sure?”

“I was a sniper.” He backed off, took off his cap, and ran a hand through his hair. “These targets are just play. When Jake pisses me off, I like to remind him that he’s mine, from a mile away.”

A mile away. “And how does he respond?”

“He says, ‘Crowded room. Busy street,’ meaning I could pick him off from either. And then laughs his head off.”

There was no ego here. This was pure male confidence born of practice and success, and he left her breathless. Suddenly, she didn’t want to shoot in front of him anymore. It was bad enough missing in front of Jake. “I don’t think I want to do this.”

The lust in his eyes faded, and he shook his head. “Don’t let me intimidate you, love.”

“You already have.” She would never be good enough at anything to please this man. She thought of the pretty redhead in his office yesterday, all fashion and sophistication. English was probably good enough.

Yes, Kate was attractive, but inside she was still Emma, plain and pudgy, too busy learning to wire bombs to care about how she dressed or looked. She knew he had to be good at spy games. He was the boss, after all. But somehow, she sensed he would always be dominant in every aspect, just like this.

He stepped up and took her chin in his hand, tilting her face up to look at him. “You can do this. You don’t have to be able to hit anything at a distance. Twenty feet, thirty feet, fifty max. Far enough to stop someone who is charging you.”

She squeezed her eyes shut on the images of a stranger attacking her, her heart quickening at the idea even though she was more than trained to defend herself. “I don’t want to kill anyone.”

“None of us wanted to.” She opened her eyes at the sadness in his voice. He gave her a small smile, released her chin and handed her the handgun. “Show me what I have to work with.”

She put on the ear and eye protection he offered, her hands trembling as she loaded the gun. Then she took in a deep breath and sighted down the target area. He stood way too close, his hip brushing her ass. Her first shot hit the bottom of the target, the second winged the side.

He lifted her ear protection. “Oh, that’s bad.”

Exactly why she didn’t want to shoot with him around. She glared at him over her shoulder. “You need to go away, Jake. I can’t shoot with you standing there.”

“Oh, so when you’re in the field, you’re going to stop the action, turn to the bad guy and say, ‘I can’t shoot with you standing there,’” he mimicked, his voice annoyingly high-pitched. “Where does your instructor stand?”

“I don’t know. The parts of me that notice you don’t seem to notice him.” She put her ear protection back in place, took aim again and he kissed her neck. Her shot went way wide, pinging off a tree.

“Collateral damage,” he said loud enough for her to hear.

“I doubt Jake is going to kiss my neck in the field and make me miss hitting the bad guys.” She took aim again, picturing his egotistical face on the target. His hand cupped her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple. She slapped his hand. “Chase! I can’t shoot if you’re doing that.”

“You need to be able to get the shot off no matter what. There could be a volcano exploding, aliens landing, and a marching band playing, and you should be able to make your mark in the midst of it all.”

“Really? You can do that.” She knew he was good, but was he really that good? No one was that good. “Volcano? Aliens?”

“Of course.”

“Prove it.” She carefully handed him the gun, convinced she had a way to prove him wrong. Sniper or not, he wasn’t immune to what she had to offer.

Chase took her place, and she unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down just enough for his semi-hard cock to spring free. Before he could complain, she knelt and took him into her mouth, sucking him hard, deep, taking his full length. She eased him out, sucking harder, then opened her lips wide so he could slide entirely in, deep in her throat.

It was so exciting, taking him into her mouth in the open, where anyone could see. She wanted him to fuck her in the worst way. She shoved her hand down her shorts and fingered her clit, her pussy, sopping wet and still sore, but she embraced the sting of pain as she stabbed a finger inside, curling to hit her G-spot. Oh, yes.

But she had to pay attention, to prove him wrong. She removed her hand and sucked harder.

“Kate, I’m going to come.”

She let his cock slip out of her mouth and yanked up his pants. As she scooted out of the way, she yelled, “Then shoot.”

Chase’s Adam’s apple bobbed, he aimed the gun, and shot off three rounds in a row. Then he looked at her hopefully, lust renewed. “Now finish.”

“Not so fast. I need to see what you hit.” She jogged down the range. The target closest to her was clean except for the low shot she had taken and the shot that had taken a piece out of the side of the board. She turned, ready to crow in victory, but he shook his head and pointed another fifty feet out.

She jogged again. That target had three holes, all perfectly centered in the middle. She turned and looked at him with awe. His mad skill made her even hotter for him. She jogged back. “Do that again.”

He blinked. “Can I come in your mouth?”

“Can you hit your mark while you come?” The words were out before she realized what she had committed to, but then the idea of him losing control like that, in her mouth, because of her, ignited her lust. And if she could prove him wrong about something, it was even better. She wanted this, in the worst way.

His smile was slow, and he looked at her with new appreciation. “I love a challenge.”

“Do you need to reload?”

“Nope. Should be plenty left.” He glanced down, looking very lusty. “Now get to work.”

“I don’t remember this method of training being discussed in the gun safety lecture as being government approved.” She yanked down his pants and took him in her mouth.

“We’re on private property. I promise not to kill you.”

She would have thought his cock might have gone a little soft, but he was rock hard, the veins pulsing, pre-cum seeping onto her tongue. She loved the way he tasted, saltier than her essence, all man. She increased the suction, wanting more to taste.

He groaned and laced his fingers into her hair, tugging just a bit, as if he wanted to urge her on, but was hesitant.

This time she used her hand, gripping his shaft at the base, squeezing as she sucked the head in, swirling her tongue around, swiping the juices from his slit. Was it wrong to like doing this for him? She hoped not, because she’d never felt so powerful before. So wanted, as she licked him like she would a treat, savoring his salty taste.

She reached down and cupped his balls, loving the weight of them in her palm. He tensed, and she squeezed the base of his shaft a little firmer and drew him in deeper.

“Kate,” he breathed and came, hot, wet in the back of her throat. She drank him in, enjoying the salty taste, the power of knowing she had made him come, with just her mouth and hand. Above her, he shot off the last five rounds. She barely felt the recoil, just a small jerk within her mouth as he took each shot.

She pumped her fist one last time up his shaft, making sure he was finished, then let his cock pop free. She grinned as she rose, feeling naughty as she pulled his pants back up.

“You’re amazing.” He gave her a look of raw lust, of awe.

“Let’s see if you’re amazing, birthday boy.” She wiggled her fingers to say goodbye and trotted out to the range, feeling more womanly than she ever had before.

The target only had the three holes from earlier. She grinned, triumphant, and he shook his head and gestured for her to keep going. She turned, and realized he pointed to the target another fifty feet away—one hundred and fifty feet total. Sure enough, five holes were neatly placed in the target.

“My God.” She stuck her finger in the paper, touching the holes he’d made. He was at her side now, and she looked up at him. “Did you know you could do this?”

“Yes.” His grin was sheepish. “I could have hit the two hundred mark, but I haven’t shot this gun in awhile. I went easy.”

“Did you practice this often? And I don’t mean just hitting the targets. I mean having girls…”

He laughed. “No, ma’am.”

“How good are you?”

He hesitated, and she wondered if Mr. Ego was playing coy or if a part of him was actually modest. “My longest confirmed kill was at just under two thousand meters.”

“That’s…” She did the math conversion and gaped at him. “You killed someone from around a mile and a quarter away?”

Chase nodded, ego nowhere in sight. He was just Chase. “He was a very bad man.”

She blinked, unable to absorb how magnificent he was. Emma would have protested about the bad man’s death, but Kate…oh, Kate wanted him. “With one of those rifles?”