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

his feet, grabbed the foil package, tore it open with his teeth and rolled it over himself with one hand. Then he pressed his cock to her opening. “Do you still want my assistance?”
    She tipped back her head, closing her eyes. “Oh, yes. Hurry.”
    He chuckled, looped his arms around her thighs and dipped the tip of his cock into her. “I thought you said all good things shouldn’t be rushed.”
    “I lied.” She grabbed his ass and pulled hard, thrusting him into her.
    He obliged, taking it deep until he could go no farther. He held his position long enough to give her time to adjust to his girth, then he moved in and out, slowly at first. Carefully. Testing for noisy bedsprings. The bed was of the highest quality. Not a spring squeaked. It paid to be rich. The only sounds were the rustle of the satin duvet and their heavy breathing. She was tight, cloaking him like a fitted glove. And wet. Ben closed his eyes, letting all the sensations of being inside her wash over him. Then he was pumping in and out, slamming hard until he catapulted over the edge in an orgasm so complete he was left breathless and wonderfully in awe.
    Several minutes passed before he realized he still held her thighs in his arms. He slid her up on the bed, moving with her. Then he rolled to his side, maintaining their intimate connection.
    “Thank you for making that so much better than doing it all on my own.”
    “I aim to please. Consider me your faithful servant.” He winked and kissed the tip of her nose.
    Yasmin snuggled against him. “I chose my bodyguard well.”
    “Let’s hope your parents chose your husband just as well,” he said, slipping out of her.
    When she reached for him, he took her hand and pressed a kiss to her open palm. “I’ll go back to my couch. Let me know if you need further assistance.” Ben entered the bathroom, peeled off the condom, dropped it down the toilet and flushed. After washing up, he left the bathroom, nearly walking into Yasmin.
    She stood in front of him, her naked body flushed with lovemaking, her lips swollen and her eyes glazed. Leaning up on her toes, she touched his bare chest with her fingertips and kissed his lips. Then she handed him his trousers, ducked around him and closed the bathroom door between them.
    For several minutes, Ben stood, wanting to follow her inside and make love to her all over again. But, that would be tempting the fates. Too long in the princess’s bedroom would only be construed as what had actually occurred. Her parents would be flying home to straighten out their recalcitrant daughter, only to learn the real princess had flown the coop, leaving an imposter in her place. An imposter set on marrying the prince in Aliya’s place.
    Ben shoved his legs into his trousers, zipped and left the bedroom before he said to hell with the cameras and listening devices.
    Yasmin, with her exotic beauty and passionate nature, was proving to be far too great a distraction than he’d first thought. Hell, she’d been a distraction as a blonde. In her natural dark coloring, she was even more beautiful and entirely too sexy for a covert operations partner.
    For a long time, Ben stared out at the London skyline, willing his body to grow sleepy. After making love to Yasmin, he couldn’t begin to rest. Sleep was so far from his mind he might as well stay up and do something else.
    One hundred sit-ups later, he wasn’t any closer to being tired. An equal number of pushups only made his arms ache. If he could, he’d go for a long run. But he couldn’t leave Yasmin unprotected. As the fake princess set to marry a very rich prince, she would likely be a target for someone to take hostage. Hell, he’d fucked up by making love to her. He would never look at her the same way. Not after being inside her, with her legs wrapped around his waist.
    Ben finally lay on the couch with his hands behind his head, convinced he wasn’t the right man for this job. He’d ask Stingray to fill in as