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  Delilah pushed back, “Really? Wow. I guess she must have some skills then.”

  “Definitely,” Brandon chuckled.

  Delilah squeezed him tighter at the sign of his happiness. “You mentioned food,” she reminded him as her stomach began to grumble.

  “Hmmm… yes. I would like to feast.”

  Delilah gave him a playful slap on his shoulder. “Food man! I cannot run on lust alone! Although, it does rank higher than a lot of other things.”

  Brandon grabbed her hand and led her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. “I brought in the bags that Olivia had packed for us. You should find a change of clothes in there.”

  “Wow. She is a miracle worker, Brandon. I would marry her,” Delilah mused.

  “Too bad, Delish. The only one you’re marrying is me.” With a pinch on her rear, he left the room, taking her breath with him.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Brandon

  Brandon ran from the room as if his feet were on fire. Did I just say that? He meant every word, but he didn’t want to scare her off. Not that she seemed very scared, but still. They had just moved to this new phase in their relationship and he didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

  He had faced guns, bombs, really scary gangsters, but what he had just said to Delilah scared him more than all those together. It wasn’t his feelings that frightened him, but her response. What if she’s just sleeping with you because she’s grateful you saved her life?

  Brandon shook his head trying to dislodge the thought as he pulled out the non-stick pan to make Delilah’s favorite chocolate chip pancakes. He knew that she wouldn’t do that. After all, when they had been twenty-two, he had pushed her out of the way of a truck when they had been crossing the street and she hadn’t sleptrapport with him then. She had bought him a ‘thank you’ beer and that had been it. No. Last night was a long time coming. It was what the universe wanted and he was going to do his best to see that whatever this was between them, grew into something unbreakable. He was a man on a mission, and his goal was to win her.

  As he poured the chocolate chips in to the batter, he imagined her in their own kitchen one day, pregnant, cooking for him. The thought was too unbelievable! Her cooking? Wouldn’t happen! But the rest, he would make sure of. It would mean that he would have to transfer to a desk job at the agency. There was no way that he would put a child in the danger that he had put her in.

  This current mission had him nervous. He had messed up and he knew it. He had been too distracted with her to notice that they had been trailed. That was the only way he could think of those goons knowing about her.

  As he transferred one fluffy golden pancake onto the plate next to him, he heard her pad into the room. He smiled when he felt her arms come around his waist and her front press against his back. There was something satisfying about her breasts smooshed against him. It called to his primal being and made his cock swell.

  “Yummmm!!! Those look fantastic!” She murmured against his shoulder as she stood on her tip toes to peek over.

  Brandon loved how her hands trailed down his belly to greet his cock that had risen to meet her. “And this little guy feels so good,” she cooed.

  Brandon laughed and put the spatula down and turned off the stove before turning around. “Little? Who’s little?”

  He loved how Delilah’s cheeks blushed right up. He knew that she didn’t mean it to be insulting. She hadn’t been thinking and he would take advantage of it.

  She wrapped her arms around his waist tighter. “I didn’t mean it like that! Sorry! He’s huge! I mean based on the average man who is roughly five to six inches, you are well above…”

  Brandon started laughing as he placed a finger over her mouth. Leave it to her to start talking uncontrollably and with stats none the less! Brandon pulled her closer and loved feeling how she melted against him. Just like butter. “Delish, I was teasing you, but I think you still deserve a punishment.”

  She pulled her head back and looked up at him with her big blue eyes. “What?”

  Brandon bent down and placed his mouth next to her ear as he wanted to make her squirm as much as she had made him. “You will have to eat your breakfast on my lap so that way you can feel how big he is and never forget it!”

  Pulling her back, he turned her around and gave her a playful smack on her rear. “You grab us our drinks while I plate your food.” He watched with a smile how she just stood there for a moment, and then, as if in a daze started moving.

  Brandon plated the food and put it on the table. Taking a seat he glanced at the clock. They had just enough time for her punishment. He looked over to see that she was still stirring her hot chocolate. Reaching down, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. A drip of pre-cum already dotted the bulbous head, and he used it to get himself ready. Just having her around made him ready to pounce. He took in the cute outfit she had on. She had obviously dressed a little nicer since they were meeting with his work associates. He knew her well enough to know when she pulled out one of her dreaded sundresses. That or Olivia had packed nothing else. If that was the case, the woman deserved an award.

  “Come sit down, Delilah,” he commanded. He was pleased when he saw her look up and her eyes immediately go to where his large hand was fisting his eager cock. Her mouth formed a little ‘o’ and he wished that they had enough time for everything. With the other ladies coming soon, they were going to have to make this quick.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Delilah

  Delilah watched Brandon pleasure himself at the kitchen table. There was something so satisfying in knowing that this hot man was touching himself as he thought of her. She loved watching his palm stroke his long, thick member. It glistened from his pre-cum, making Delilah lick her lips. The sound of his hand working and his huffs of breath were enough to make her on edge. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt herself gush. She couldn’t wait for her punishment.

  Once she finished preparing the drinks, she placed them on the table next to Brandon. She jumped when she heard Brandon’s chair scrape along the floor. Turning her head over her shoulder, she saw that he had pushed himself about two feet back from the table.

  “Come stand in front of me, Delish. I want you facing the table. Hands on the table,” the raw need in his voice hypnotized her. She felt compelled to do whatever he commanded.

  Slowly, she moved to stand in front of him, placing her hands on the cool, stone table. Her heart rate jumped when she felt his warmed hands trail up her legs until they reached the top of her panties. “You won’t be needing these,” he gruffly stated as he pulled them from her. The sound of the ripping fabric made her feel wetter. She loved that he was getting all macho on her. She had always thought that would turn her off, control freak that she was, but with the right man, anything was possible.

  “Hold this,” he commanded as he pushed up her skirt. Without thinking she took the excess blue fabric from his hands. “Bend over the table, Delish. Let me see your fine ass and pussy on display.”

  Delilah felt a shiver run up her spine as she pushed the plate of pancakes forward before leaning over the table. She heard his intake of breath as he pushed her legs to a wide stance.

  Delilah laid her head on the cold table, loving the contrast of temperatures between herself and the furniture. She licked her lips as she heard Brandon’s hand begin working on his cock again, while his other hand rested on her left butt cheek. She imagined his lust filled gaze as his palm gripped her body into submission. The thought was too much, slowly, she moved her hand down between the table and her body and began teasing her clit.

  “That’s it, Delish. You are so wet for me. I can see it all. Your throbbing pussy wants to swallow my cock.”

  Delilah let out a strangled sound as she flicked her finger again and then moved her hand further to stick a finger inside her pussy. She was always surprised by the feel of her own pussy. So warm, wet, and encompassing. If it felt that g
ood to her finger, she could only imagine how much his cock must love it.

  She wanted him to take her and she knew she was teasing the beast to do as she wanted. She let out a sneaky smile when she heard him let out a ragged breath. Without him knowing it, she was turning the tables on her spy.

  She heard movement behind her and then felt his hand gently take hers from her pussy. Delilah jumped when she felt his warm tongue lick her finger clean and then lap up her wetness straight from the source. He then moved down and teased her clit, before making the circuit back.

  Delilah felt her muscles tense as her climax was beginning to come near. He ate at her like a man having his last meal, all the while she could hear him working his cock. “I thought you were going to spank me,” she blurted out.

  She then felt him pull away. Fuck! Why did I say anything?

  She then felt his hard, muscular body pressing hers to the table. His thick member poking her on her butt cheek.

  “You want to be spanked, Delish?” He murmured in her ear, before taking it in his teeth.

  “Ahhhhh…” was all she could let out as her body began to quiver. She never knew her ear was such an erogenous zone.

  One of his hands trailed down her back and then he moved his body back a little. Reaching between them, he grabbed his throbbing shaft and then let it go against her rear. His cock hit her cheek, causing her to jump. Not because it hurt, but because it felt so forbidden. He had just spanked her with his long, thick cock, and she liked it. He pulled back his cock again and this time, let it slap against her crease. The sound of their flesh hitting and his groan was her undoing.

  She felt her body tense up again. He must have felt it too, because he suddenly pulled away. Just as she was going to whimper her dismay, he grabbed her hips and brought her down to impale her on his ready cock.

  Delilah let out a little scream as she felt her body quickly accommodate his invading shaft. He had sat down on the chair and pulled her directly on top of him, keeping her legs spread. Delilah gripped the edge of the table as he began thrusting into her. The legs of the chair scraped across the floor with the movements of his hips as his hands on her hips helped move her body on and off his cock.

  “Looking down at your sweet body taking in my thick shaft is such a turn on, Delish,” he ground out as one of his hands moved across her body to find its way to tease her little button.

  Delilah couldn’t hold it back anymore. Her climax ripped through her as she felt Brandon’s cock continue to burrow into her body, claiming it as his own. His own tremors began and she felt him tense as his climax pumped her full of his cum. His roar of satisfaction rung in her ears making her pussy squeeze him more.

  Feeling relaxed, Delilah leaned back against his chest as he wrapped both of his arms around her, burrowing his nose into her neck. She gave a little laugh as he pushed his hips up, showing her that he was still relatively hard.

  “God, I love you, Delish,” he declared, his voice rich with emotion.

  Delilah felt a shiver of pleasure run through her body. She cuddled his arms around her, “I love you too, my secret agent man. You make me feel safe.”

  “Ha! I wish I made you feel safer. You’re in this mess because of me,” Brandon ran his hands up her arms and then back down.

  “Yeah. Well, I’m sure I’ll help you get me out of it,” she teased him over her shoulder with a wink. “After all, you’re the spy who loves me.”

  Deep down she was nervous. Being kidnapped had never been something that she had ever expected to happen to her. Sure, she knew that it could happen to Brandon in his line of work, but to her? The geeky computer game programmer who spent more time in the fictional Andorra Quadrant than a serial dater spent on Tinder? And if they had gone to these lengths to take her, just what would they do to him? That was, if they could catch him. She had been impressed with his killer karate moves.

  The mood had been squashed with their sudden serious talk, and Brandon moved her to sit on his knee as he continued to cuddle her. She loved the feeling of his strong arms holding her tight, even if it was more to comfort than it was to excite. He continued to nuzzle her behind her ear as he whispered, “I had never been so scared in my life. When I figured out that you had been taken, I thought that I might die if something had happened to you.”

  Delilah felt herself freeze. She knew that Brandon felt emotions and all that, but fear was not something that he seemed to really register much. She always figured that that’s what made him one of the best, or what she assumed to be one of the best since he was always on assignment.

  Wanting to make him feel better, she gave a light laugh and then in her best Southern belle accent she brought her hand up to her chest and batted her eyes. “A big, strong man scared over lil’ old me?”

  Brandon’s arms immediately squeezed her tighter, his voice was harsh as he bit out, “Never say that. You don’t know what you are to me.” Picking up her hand, he brought it to his hard chest. It felt like warm marble. Flexing her hand over his heart, she secretly marveled at the fact that she was even doing it. “Without you, Delish, I could not operate. I never told you this, but you made me. Everything I’ve accomplished, I’ve done to become worthy of you. In fact, you own me so completely, that I marked myself with a D for you.” With those words, he brought her hand down to cover the D on his lower abdomen.

  Delilah felt her heart pause in her chest and her body melt against his. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined such impassioned words coming from Brandon Ryker for her. But, at that moment, she knew that every word he had said was true. Looking back, she knew then the impact she had made on his life.

  Turning so that she could see his face, she cupped his chin. “Brandon, was this because of the Bond marathon that you watched with me when I had mono my first year of college?”

  She loved it when his smile quirked to the side and all the tension left him. “Well, that may have planted the seed in my head. I had just joined the military and I when I got home and saw you had mono because you kissed some other jerk I was crushed.”

  Delilah looked down at his chest as she traced his defined pecs with her pointer finger, “I have a confession to make.”

  Brandon brought his hand over hers to still it. “What is it, Delish?”

  Looking up at him under her lashes she begrudgingly admitted, “I didn’t get mono from kissing a boy. I got it when my roommate, Kristen, shared a soda with me.”

  Brandon let out a laugh, “Do you know how many nights I dreamt of pounding some poor guy into the dirt? I can tell you this much, more than one man during martial arts training had his imaginary face and target on him. I got citations a few times for being too rough, all because of a guy who didn’t exist!”

  “Yeah, well… I had a crush on you. I wanted you to think I was ‘in demand,’” she air quoted the last words making him chuckle.

  “You’ve always been in demand, it seems that you just didn’t know it. After watching that Bond marathon with you and seeing how much you loved the aspects of being a secret agent, I set out to be one. It was really childish of me to base my career choice on a movie marathon watched with the girl I adored, but people have done weirder things for love.”

  Delilah laughed and placed her head on his shoulder, “Well, I can’t argue with that point. I guess it got us here. I mean, if you had become something more normal like a teacher, I would have told you no way!” She laughed as she sarcastically teased him. It felt good to have this easy rapport with him. It only seemed to heighten their intimacy.

  “I better get dressed again. The ladies should be here soon,” Delilah reluctantly got up from Brandon’s lap. Looking down at him with his eager cock pointing out of his fly made her want to take a seat again, but their time was up. Reality was knocking and the last thing she wanted to be again was unprepared.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Brandon

  As he watched Delilah take her clothes back to the master bedroom, he wished t
hat he had more time alone with her before the other members of their team were due. A part of him also wished that he had chosen a more ‘normal’ career and had had the courage long ago to tell her how he felt. He kicked himself again for putting her in harm’s way. He swore to himself that he would get her out. There was no way that the General or the bratva connected to him would get their hands on Delilah again.

  Rebecca and Olivia were a major part of keeping her safe, so he would make sure that they knew what he felt needed to be done. They might find his plan rash, but that’s what he normally did. Olivia usually yelled at him for doing the most ridiculous things, but they often worked for him. He liked to say that his plans had more planning than they seemed, but in reality, he went with his gut and training. Too many times he had seen agents get stuck because they had planned so much that they were unable to think past it when things went sideways. His gut hadn’t steered him wrong until a few days ago when he failed to realize they were being followed.

  He knew that his current idea might seem insane, but he needed the threat to be gone. Brandon figured that the Inhovakian bratva’s head leader, Nicholi, would be making a trip to the states to see what he could do to recover the lost merchandise. Having seen the quality of thug they sent over, he couldn’t blame the man. In a larger network a gang supervisor would be sent, but for this small group, this was a major loss. Brandon knew that if the money was not recovered, then the stability of the country would be threatened. General Bohalov needed the money in order to stay in power. Brandon had tried his best to cut that off by taking the credit card numbers they had stolen from Americans. Brandon understood basic greed, but kidnapping his innocent angel went over the line. Now, he would make them pay.