SEAL's Deception (Take No Prisoners Book 8) by Elle James Read Free Book Online

the bed.
    As if of its own accord, her finger stroked her clit and then slipped lower to dip into the dripping juices oozing from her channel. She’d imagined Ben between her legs, and there he was, larger than life, ruggedly handsome and one-hundred-percent male.
    “Do you want my…help, or not?” He dragged a finger along the inside of her calf up to her knee. “I’m sure two can accomplish the task quicker than one.”
    “I like taking things slowly,” she said, sliding her finger inside, adding another and circling. “A job worth doing shouldn’t be rushed.”
    “You have a good point.”
    Oh, baby, and you have an even better point. Bring it closer . She willed him to stop staring and start moving as she drew up her knees, widening the spread of her legs. In effect, inviting him in.
    Ben unbuttoned his trousers. Before dropping them, he dug into his back pocket, extracted his wallet, and removed a condom from inside.
    Yasmin sent a silent prayer of thanks to the heavens for sending a man who could think with his pants down.

    B en hadn’t come into the bedroom to make love to his partner on this operation. He’d come in expecting to find trouble. Hell, he’d found it in a big way. The naked woman on the bed with her hand on her sex had him tied in so many knots he could think of only one way to unravel all of them at once.
    One step led to another until he found himself standing at the end of her bed, pulling a rubber out of his wallet. What the hell was he thinking?
    The scent of her musk sent his pulse speeding through his veins. Her naked, trim body, with all that beautiful light brown skin and her wet entrance glistening in the light from the lamp on the nightstand, sealed the deal.
    “Just so you know,” she said. “I didn’t ask for your help. I’m not expecting any future commitment, other than what we agreed on to begin with.”
    Ben frowned. What the hell was she talking about? “I didn’t offer to help with anything but the task at hand.” He grabbed her ankles and tugged her toward the edge of the bed. “Now, shut up and let me assist.” Code for let me take over and make you come .
    He’d never been in a situation where he and his partner had to talk in riddles for fear of being bugged. The idea of someone listening in on their tryst didn’t make him balk. The challenge made it even more titillating, and he dropped to his knees, draping her legs over his shoulders.
    “Oh, my. Is that how…” she sucked in a breath as he slid his finger along her inner thigh. “Is that what they taught you in bodyguard school?” Yasmin clamped her lips shut and arched her back as he touched her entrance, slipping a finger inside her well-lubricated channel.
    Her reaction to his touch fanned the flames burning inside. Ben parted her folds and pushed aside her finger, replacing it with the flick of his tongue.
    Her heels dug into his back, her thighs closing on his ears. An image of the man she’d strangled flashed through his mind and disappeared. If he died due to strangulation with those incredibly tight thighs, he’d take her with him with what he knew would light her rocket fuel.
    Ben tapped her clit once with the tip of his tongue, and then again. Next he swept it across, swirling, laving, and twirling the little nubbin of flesh while pressing his fingers into her entrance. He continued, slowly, steadily bringing her to the very edge until she writhed beneath him.
    She weaved her hands into his hair, massaging his scalp with every thrust of his tongue and fingers. When her body tensed and she pulled hard on his hair, he knew she was almost there. One last tongue thrust sent her over the top. She rocked with her release, her breathing coming in short, ragged gasps.
    Yasmin settled against the mattress, but she wasn’t done. Her fingers on his hair tugged harder. “You’re needed up here. Now.”
    “As you wish.” His lips curled into a smile, the taste of her on his tongue. Ben rose to