Dolby(44)
Author: Maryann Jordan

 

She twisted around and looked up. “No one is going to come into the clinic at this time. I’ve hardly heard anyone on this entire trip. But believe me, you’re going to want me to do this.”

 

His gaze narrowed as he gently moved her to the side and opened the door before peering out. She darted around him into the empty clinic and headed to one of the supply closets on the side of the room. Opening it quickly, she scanned the inside before moving to the next one. On the third shelf of the second cabinet, she reached out and grabbed several condom packets. Turning, she lifted them in her hand like a trophy before darting around him and back into her little cell.

 

He closed the door behind her, but before he had a chance to ask, she grinned. “I figured the ship’s captain wouldn’t want his crew to come back from the shore leave with STDs. I just knew the clinic would have to have some!”

 

It only took a second for his smile to widen as he stalked toward her. She was still smiling when he gathered her into his arms, lifting her before crawling back onto the mattress. With his muscular body now covering hers, she felt his full protection. And her heart soared.

 

 

 

 

 

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Dolby’s always-on-the-mission brain was about to short-circuit. He’d gone from stealth to risky in less than an hour. And right now, with his body lying over Marcia’s with her legs spread, welcoming his hips, he didn’t give a fuck about anything other than she was safe and in his arms. Their mouths sealed again, and he thrust his tongue in time with his hips pressing his cock against her pelvis.

 

She began to squirm, and when he lifted, she complained, “I want your pants off.”

 

Chuckling, he stood and shucked his boots, pants, and boxers. Snagging one of the condoms, he ripped the package and rolled it on before dropping back onto the mattress. Gathering her in his embrace, he flipped once again, pulling her on top. He wanted her in control. She’d had so much taken from her, and he wanted her to only do what she wanted.

 

But with all things about Marcia that surprised him, she immediately straddled his hips, lifted on her knees, and then slowly lowered her body onto his cock, not stopping until he was fully sheathed. She rode him with abandon, throwing her head back, and as his gaze roamed from her beautiful smile down her full breasts to the curve of her waist, she rocked his world as much as his body. Dropping her chin, she held him with her heated gaze and leaned forward, her hair creating a curtain.

 

He knew she needed to feel safe… alive. And was thrilled she wanted him to be the one to offer that to her. “Take what you need, babe,” he groaned as his cock swelled and thickened.

 

“I am,” she assured. Leaning closer to where her nipples brushed against his chest, she added, “I’m taking what you’re giving… all of it. And giving you all of me in return.”

 

Christ, this woman was undoing him. Gripping her hips tighter, he lifted her as she became tired and thrust his hips upward, loving each hitch of her breath and each moan that slipped from her lips. Knowing he was close, he slid one hand forward, pressing his thumb on her swollen nub, and watched her cry out softly, her hand covering her mouth. Knowing she was trying to stay as quiet as possible, he couldn’t wait to make her come in a place where she could scream as loudly as she wanted.

 

She was beautiful in the faint light from the corner of her window. Her silky pale skin glowed. She’d been through so much yet was giving him the greatest gift possible… to feel completely alive with the one person who made his heart pound.

 

As her core convulsed around him, he continued to thrust for another minute until his release hit, and he could have sworn stars filled the room.

 

She fell on top of him, and they lay, fully connected from their tangled legs, his cock still inside her channel, chests pressed together, and her head tucked close to his neck. Her breath puffed against his skin as their heartbeats gradually slowed, still beating together, the rhythm as old as time.

 

Finally, she shifted off him, and as much as he hated to lose her warmth, he stood and pulled off the condom. While tying it off, she pulled her shirt over her head again, slipped on her panties, and stepped into her pants. Without speaking, she rushed back into the clinic and grabbed a paper towel. Handing it to him, she grinned. “Here you go.”

 

Pulling on his boxers and pants, he pocketed the wrapped condom. He bent to kiss her, then said, “You’re resourceful.”

 

“I can’t imagine how. I feel like my brain has been mush for days.”

 

His grin fled, thinking of what all she’d gone through. Sighing heavily, he said, “Babe, I’m so sorry.”

 

Her hand landed on his arm, and she squeezed. “You’re here, Jonathan. I know I’ll be okay now.”

 

He finished dressing, stunned but not sorry at how they’d spent their reunion. “I can’t believe we did this now. I’ve wanted you since we were together at the lighthouse, but I wanted it to be special.”

 

“This was special,” she said, her gaze boring into his. “I’ve been so scared. So alone. I… I…”

 

His gaze dropped to where she rubbed her right wrist. “We need to talk. I need to let you know what the plan is. But first, I want to know everything that happened.”

 

Her head snapped up to look at him, anguish marring the happiness she’d exhibited before. Neither spoke for a moment, and then she slowly nodded.

 

“Everything… now… and before,” he added.

 

Her breath caught, then she continued to nod. She dropped to the mattress, and he joined her, sitting close so he could keep his eye on her face while making sure they were touching.

 

“Did Angela call you?” she asked.

 

“Yes. She called my boss. She came home, didn’t find you, and looked at her cameras. The ones she put in that Roger didn’t know about.”

 

Her brow lowered, and he continued. “Roger had control of the main house security cameras, but she’d put in ones without him knowing to see what he was doing when she wasn’t there. Thank God she did. They recorded the images of you being…”

 

“Abducted,” she supplied, breathing heavily. “I came out of the bathroom and was grabbed. They didn’t say anything but jabbed me in the neck with a hypodermic. When I came to, I was in a room bound.”

 

He gently rubbed her hands.

 

“When I woke, I was blindfolded, gagged, and brought on board. I didn’t realize where I was at first, but they must have held me in a warehouse at the docks.”