“Laughing in our bed, kissing all the way, oh what fun it is to play with Granty every day,” Jules sang to the tune of “Jingle Bells” as she came into the studio wearing nothing but a towel.
He swept her into his arms and kissed her. “I love the new ornament. How did you get one with a prosthetic leg?”
“I had it custom-made by Holly Hawthorne, the girl who made the elves. The leg wasn’t the only custom part of that ornament. I had her beef up another part, too, so it would be true to life.” She brushed against his cock.
His body flamed. Their sex life was off the charts. Two nights ago she’d loved him with her mouth as he’d gone down on her, and he’d come so hard he’d seen stars. But it was the soul-deep connection, the intimacy of knowing and accepting each other on every level that bound them together.
“Do you have any idea how much I adore you?”
“I think I have a pretty good idea, but maybe you can show me.” She dropped her towel, standing naked before him, and ran her hands down his bare chest, holding his gaze as she licked his nipple and unbuttoned his jeans. His phone rang as she unzipped them, and he uttered a curse.
She pushed her hand into his briefs, stroking him, and bit down on his nipple. He sucked in air through his teeth. His phone rang again, and her eyes flicked to his. “Do you want to get that?”
“Fuck no. I want your mouth on me.”
He crushed his mouth to hers and pushed his jeans down his thighs. She nudged him onto the armchair and knelt before him, taking him deep into her mouth. She sucked and stroked, slowing to tease the broad head of his shaft. Fuck. Just the sight of her naked and on her knees, loving him eagerly, could make him come. He gritted his teeth and fisted his hands in her hair, quickening her pace. Her eyes flicked up, dark and eager. She squeezed him tighter, sucked harder. She was a fucking goddess, with a mouth and body made just for him.
He tugged her hair, dragging her mouth up the length of his shaft and keeping her mouth on the head as she teased the tip with her tongue. Her eyes blazed to his as she said, “I want to ride you.”
“Get up here,” he growled, lifting her by her hips. He brought her down on his cock, and heat exploded in his chest. “Holy fuck, baby.”
A gratified smile lifted her lips, and he crushed his mouth to hers, slamming her hips up and down. He fisted one hand in her hair, tugging her head back, and sealed his mouth over her neck.
“Mm, yesss.”
“Touch yourself,” he said sharply, and she moved her fingers over her clit. “So fucking hot, baby.”
She put her other hand on his shoulder for leverage as he took her nipple into his mouth.
“Suck harder,” she begged.
He sucked hard, pumping his hips, and licked his fingers, snaking his hand over her ass to that tantalizing spot he knew would take her over the edge. He teased that tight ring of muscles, earning lustful moans. She buried him deep inside her and ground her hips on his cock. He sucked harder as he pushed a finger into her ass. She made mewling sounds, and he released her nipple.
“Too much?”
She shook her head, still working her clit, and panted out, “Perfect. Don’t stop.”
“I’m never going to stop, baby.”
He lowered his mouth to her nipple again, sucking hard as he fucked her everywhere, working them both into a gasping, panting frenzy. Heat burned down his spine, pooling in his balls, and he clenched his teeth. “Fuck, baby. Come now before I blow.”
She worked her fingers faster, riding him harder, until her head fell back and she cried out, loud and uninhibited. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder, taking him over the edge with her. Gusts of pleasure crashed over him, his cock jerked, her inner muscles clenched, and a stream of curses came out through his gritted teeth.
They were both shaking as she collapsed against him, her head on his shoulder, her hand lying limply between them. He lifted her glistening fingers to his lips and licked them, her arousal as sweet as the woman in his arms.
“That’s so hot,” she said.
He sealed his mouth over hers, plunging his tongue in deep. She was the very air he breathed, the love he never knew he craved. His cock twitched inside her, eager for more. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
She sat up and slicked her tongue along her lower lip. “I’m counting on it.”
His phone rang again, and she kissed him softly. “Someone wants your attention.”
He patted her ass. “Meet you in the shower?” A couple of weeks ago he’d ordered a Lytra shower-leg prosthetic, and it had arrived last week, allowing him to make love to Jules standing up in the shower. He’d taken her from behind, awakening the Neanderthal in him and newfound desires in her.
“I was counting on that, too.” She climbed off him, picked up her towel, and headed out of the room, shaking her sexy little booty.
Grant pulled up his pants and reached for his phone, seeing Titus’s name on the screen. “Hey, Titus. What’s up?”
“Sorry to call twice, but I’m flying out on a mission soon and wanted to catch you before I left.”
“No worries. What can I do for you?”
“Tell me you’re ready to get back in the game full-time.”
Grant scoffed. “What’re you talking about? You know I can’t go back in the field.”
“But you can plan the missions and handle operations and communications from the command post. We want you back, Grant, as a full-time strategist in operations. You’d come on the missions but work from mission HQ wherever we’re sent…”
Grant’s thoughts reeled as he listened to Titus give him the offer of a lifetime, a chance to be an integral part of the team again. God, he missed that. He lowered himself to the stool in a state of shock.
“Happy early Christmas, man. What do you think?” Titus asked.
“I’m…”
“Speechless.” Titus laughed.
“I thought my career was over. I never expected anything like this.”
“You know we’d never give up on you,” Titus said. “The guys are pumped. Sorry it took so long for us to get the approval and pull it all together. But the best things in life are unexpected, right?”
“Grant, are you coming?” Jules called from the shower.
Oh fuck. Jules…
Chapter Twenty-Eight
JULES HEARD GRANT walk into the bathroom as she rinsed the soap from her body. “You’d better hurry up if you want me to wash your back, big guy. I have to get ready for work or I’ll be late.” She opened the shower door, and her stomach plummeted at the tormented look in his eyes. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
She stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wiping her face.
“That was Titus.”
She swallowed hard, fearing the worst. “Did one of your friends get killed?”
“No. It’s nothing like that. They want me back, Jules. They offered me a job working with my team, strategizing missions.”
“I don’t understand. I thought you couldn’t go back because of your hearing.”
“I can’t go out in the field, but they set up headquarters in the locations where they’re tasked, like a home base for each mission. They want me to travel with the team and manage the operations from mission headquarters. We can communicate with the team, make last-minute changes, have eyes on the surrounding areas. It’s a big deal.”