Sinful Rewards 11 by Cynthia Sax Read Free Book Online

close to the edge of the stage. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. My pussy throbs with need, all of my control needed to stave off my release.
    “Hawke?” I promised to wait for him.
    He wraps one of his fists in my hair, and pinpricks of pain dance across my scalp, stripping my restraint strand by strand. “Come for me, love.” Hawke thrusts hard and I break, splintering into fragments of light and sound, a techno show without parallel.
    I scream his name and buck, trying to dislodge him, unable to. He’s my rock, my unmoving mountain, a symbol of constancy in an ever-changing, judgmental world. He drives into me once, twice, and collapses, flattening me to the mattress.
    The bed skitters forward and drops, a landslide of wood plunging off the shallow stage. The spotlight drops to the stage, plunging us into darkness. I shriek, holding on to the mattress. Hawke holds on to me, ensuring I don’t fall. The bed hits a pillar and we land, tilted downward in the blackness, our bodies joined.
    “Fuck,” my former marine mumbles into my hair. “Are you okay, love?” He pats me down, the sexiness of his perusal eclipsed by my terror.
    “Dark,” I squeak. Mice could be watching us in the blackness or, oh my God, clawing their way up the bedposts. I tuck my feet under me, freaking the hell out.
    “Hold on, sweetheart.”
    Hawke’s weight lifts from my back. His feet smack against the floor. Cloth rustles and curtains fall from the windows, the sun’s rays lighting the room, illuminating his naked physique.
    I glance around the floor. Relief sweeps over me. I don’t see any mice. My gaze drifts to the front of the room. I also don’t see any people. Every chair in the audience is empty. I raise my eyebrows.
    Hawke takes care of the condom. “I’d never allow a man to sit this close to your naked body.” He drags the bed back onto the stage, this display of brute strength impressing the hell out of me. “He’d want to touch you and then I’d have to kill him.” The mattress dips under his weight as he returns to me, drawing me into his arms. “You’re my girl.”
    “I’m a pervert,” I confess, my face heating.
    “You’re not as perverted as I am,” Hawke declares proudly. “You haven’t yet joined me on our balcony, greeting the morning with a smile and nothing else, letting the sun’s rays dance over your bare skin.”
    I glance up at him. He grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief, no judgment in his expression. “You’ve yet to look through the telescope,” I counter.
    “The only woman I want to see is lying right here.” Hawke brushes his lips against mine. I open to him and he surges inside, our tongues twisting, twining, the kiss calm and unhurried, our passions sated.
    He threads his fingers through my hair, straightening the tangled tendrils and adjusting the comb. I trace the wings tattooed across his collarbone, caressing each finely etched feather, and I wonder why I need anything more than this, why I’d want to spend the evening apart from my military man.
    Pulling back from him, I break our kiss. “Will you be working tonight?” If he works, we won’t be together. There’s no reason for me to stay at home.
    “Yes, I’m working.” Hawke’s face darkens, the tension in the room rises, and I regret asking the question.

Chapter Five
    W E DRESS SLOWLY . I help Hawke with his boots. He zips my dress. We leave the empty condo unit hand in hand, whispering like two naughty teenagers. There’s no one to catch us, the hallway and elevator empty.
    Hawke folds his arms around me as we watch the red digital numbers descend, our images reflecting in the mirrored walls. My military man’s big body, clad in his ugly black T-shirt and ragged blue jeans, frames my smaller form, making me appear fine and delicate. We’re vastly different, yet we fit, meshing together perfectly.
    “Mack will be arriving with Gisele soon.” I tap my toes against the tiled floor, excited,