The Boss Assignment (Rogue Protectors Book 3) by Victoria Paige (summer beach reads .TXT) 📕

half lying down, perched up on her elbows. “Antonio …” she whispered. Antonio was still treading water and not looking at her, his attention transfixed between her legs.

His mouth was curled like a beast about to pounce. “You. Are. Gorgeous.” A finger stroked her slit. “And ready for me.” He leaned in and the first lash of his tongue had her shuddering.

“Antonio …”

“You like that, gatinha?” He fell on her like a starved man. Furiously eating her up and down her pussy, his tongue thrusting into her core, seeking more of her taste. Her back arched, wanting to get closer. He inserted a finger and then a second. Her slicked channel gripped his digits as he pumped them inside her. All the while licking and flicking her sensitive bud of nerves as she shamelessly rolled her hips into his greedy mouth. All the sensations coalesced into a tight ball of pulsing pleasure before she exploded. Charly squeezed her eyes shut as her moan reverberated throughout the cave. Sparks of pleasure erupted behind her lids as her toes curled in the biggest orgasm of her life.

She blinked open her eyes at the splash of water. Antonio was out of the pool and walking over to their pile of clothes, grabbing his trousers. The crinkling of the condom wrapper reached her ears and before she could take her next breath, he was on her and on top of her. Her legs were hooked under his arms and he pressed. “I like you this way,” he rasped, leaning over her as her pelvis tilted up. His cock prodded at her opening. “So sexy … so ready for me. Give me a sign, gatinha. Tell me this is okay.”

“Inside me, Antonio.”

He didn’t wait and drove inside her.

She gasped at the fullness stretching her. His initial thrust didn’t fully seat him, and he stilled, looking down at her. She could feel the rest of his girth embedding deeper and deeper.

“Oh my God.”

“You’re so fucking, tight.” His jaw hardened. “How long has it been?”

“Does it matter? Just move!” she gritted. It had been over year since she’d had sex, but her mind couldn’t think past that.

He muttered another curse under his breath and pushed himself all the way to the hilt. He adjusted her legs and contorted her body so she was locked. Charly moaned as he pistoned his shaft into her again and again. Her back would pay for it later, but Antonio positioned his hands underneath her tailbone so the abrasive sensation was kept to a minimum.

The animalistic sounds of fucking, including the slapping of flesh against flesh echoed around them. If this was Antonio fucking her out of his system, any sexual encounter with someone else after this was a depressing future.

“Focus on me, Charly,” he growled. “Watch me fuck you … take you … make you mine.”

Those words sent her crashing into her next orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck,” he groaned. “I feel you clenching around me.” He drove harder, deeper if that was possible. Overwhelming sensations pulsed below her pelvis and she couldn’t get enough as Antonio took her over the edge over and over.

His thrusting became erratic until, finally, he seated himself and pulsed inside her. He continued moving, extending both their pleasure until finally he withdrew.

Antonio dropped her legs and rolled away. He did all the work but her body was still on fire and her heart was fluttering madly. She was still trying to catch her breath and she turned her head to look at him. He had an arm flung over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in measured bursts.

As if feeling her eyes on him, he turned to her and his wry smile indicated no regrets with what happened.

“Would it be kidnapping,” he started. “If I steal you away to my ranch in the South and keep you locked in a room until I’ve had my fill of you?”

“Once wasn’t enough?” she teased.

He rolled into her and propped up on an elbow, his eyes narrowing. “If you think once is enough between us, then I think I need to show you again why it’s addictive.”

It was at the tip of her tongue to ask him more when the scream of his phone interrupted them.

Antonio cursed. “I would ignore it, but it’s Oscar and he should know better than to interrupt me.”

He picked up his phone. “This better be good, Oscar.” Antonio’s face darkened. “Here?” he glanced at her and there was regret in his eyes.

Charly guessed their idyllic retreat was over.

“Be right there,” he clipped.

She was right.

Martinez and squads of his BOPE officers were waiting at the hut. Oscar and the other four bodyguards were outnumbered. Antonio had a sinking feeling, wondering if Renata had sold him out. He should have asked her more about her interview at the military police station yesterday, but he was preoccupied. His mind space had been hijacked by a certain sassy, blond doctor.

Martinez raised a brow when they walked up to him, his friend’s eyes noting that he and Charly were holding hands. There was an urge to drop her hand, not wanting the BOPE captain to know that the doctor meant more to him than a mere employee, but it was too late anyway. Antonio didn’t want to be an asshole to Charly either, especially since he intended to have sex with her for many more nights to come.

“To what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?” Antonio asked.

“I wouldn’t exactly call this a pleasure, Mr. Andrade,” Martinez said, the tightness on the captain’s face didn’t bode well for good news.

Antonio cut to the chase. “Did something happen? Do you have a lead on Pierre’s murder?”

“We can’t talk here. We need to go down to the station.”

“I’m not going to the station unless you give me a good reason.”

A sneer curved Martinez’s mouth. “You don’t want to taint your image before your company’s unveiling tomorrow night by walking into the military police station.”

What the hell was wrong