Dawn Endeavor 1: Fallon's Flame by Marie Harte (best love novels of all time TXT) 📗

on her naked breast. Lips tugged, and teeth pulled. A thick finger entered her while another slid over her clit with exquisite slowness. The finger inside her became two, scissoring to stretch her. And then they disappeared, replaced by a long, thick cock.

Mint and lust filled the very air she breathed as Jesse kissed her. A leisurely exploration of tongue and lips and teeth, he worshipped her body as he brought her to orgasmic bliss and continued to make love to her.

“That's it. Again. Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmured and caged her face between his hands. He stared into her eyes while he fucked her, the emotional sea of sharing and love and pleasure like a drug she couldn't quit.

“That's it,” he said with satisfaction before ramping her up again.

He changed the angle of his thrust and grazed her clit as he rode her. The change also forced him to touch a very sensitive spot inside her, one that made her see stars and rainbows as he pounded into her with greater excitement.

She clenched him tight as he came, cradling him in her arms like the treasure he was turning out to be.

Finally spent, she sank into her bed and sighed.

“You like my cum inside you, don't you, Olivia?” Jesse murmured. “So hot in your pussy.

With as many times as I've shot inside you, won't be long, and we'll be making babies, hmm?”

“Babies,” she repeated. Little boys with his dark hair and eyes, mischievous toddlers who'd crawl all over him and her and—“Babies?”

He leaned on an elbow and studied her. “You don't want kids?”

“Yes, I do. But not now. I'm still young, and I wanted to travel, to do and see things…”

“Like Brazil?” he asked lazily, his smile wide. He palmed her stomach and rubbed with a tender touch. “Every time I come inside you, I feel like I've gone to heaven. And I can't help thinking about watching you nurse my son, to see your breasts swollen with milk to feed our daughter.”

She shivered at the intense longing in his voice. “You…ah…you mean that?”

“Never thought I would, but yeah. I'm an adrenaline junkie. Joined the navy and became a SEAL, then a Circ. But nothing would give me more pleasure than to get you pregnant.” He ran a finger over her nipple, arousing her anew. He leaned down and kissed it, sucking on the nub, which was growing hard, sensitive. “God, Olivia. We don't know each other well enough for this, but I can't help it. I want you. I fucking love you. And I can't explain it.” She froze. “Wh-what?”

“I know you want to leave and go back to Virginia, but to what? You're tired of your job.

Why not take a position here, working with us and Mrs. Sharpe? I know Tersch is a pain in the ass, but I'll make him behave. Jules is a great guy. Kisho likes you, and he's pretty particular.” He swallowed hard. “I know it doesn't seem like it, but I'm not really into sharing. It's just that as a Circ, we're sexual creatures. What's normal for other people isn't normal for us.”

“Like having sex with your team, orgies of orgasms.” She stared at him, wide-eyed, and wanted to see him go at it with his team again. She knew she had a sexual side, but this Circ thing made her feel perpetually horny. Hearing him say “I love you,” even “I fucking love you,” made her want to roll him over and make love to him all over again.

“Yeah, I guess. What I'm saying is that I'll give you whatever fantasies you can dream up.

We both know I can satisfy you.”

Did they ever. “What are you trying to say, Jesse?” He swallowed loudly. “Olivia, will you m—”

Gunnar burst through the door. “Shit, guys, give it a rest already. Problem. Hayashi's missing. He went to return the van but never turned it in, and he's not answering his phone.” Jesse leaped out of bed and hurriedly dressed while she did the same. That Gunnar didn't leer or make any other comments about her body told her of his distress, even if he hadn't throbbed with worry on the psychic plane.

“Come on.”

She followed Gunnar and Jesse out the door, surprised to see the light of day creeping through the house. “What time is it?”

“You slept through our debrief. It's the next morning,” Jesse informed her.

They met Mrs. Sharpe, Jules, and Ava in the living room.

“Kisho is missing. I have several men looking into this as we speak,” Mrs. Sharpe said.

She looked calm, but Olivia could feel her worry. That the older woman had let it slip alarmed her.

“When he didn't come home last night, I figured he needed a break. You know he sometimes goes out by himself.” Jules rubbed the back of his neck in agitation. “Never occurred to me he could be in danger.”

Mrs. Sharpe frowned. “I've heard back from the team that went in to destroy the lab. They found a dozen dead bodies. None of them Montaña's men, just scientists and servants. All traces of the drug were gone. There was no account of proof about anyone's involvement in anything.

Gatito's notes weren't there.”

Jules shook his head. “Someone knew we were coming. Who, Mrs. Sharpe?”

“Admiral London, myself, and a few of his team discussed the mission. But ultimately I accepted it.”

“We need to do a sweep of the house,” Gunnar stated.

“I'll have Jack get on it.”

“The handyman?” Olivia asked.

“The ex-spook handyman,” Jesse confirmed, and she remembered what Mrs. Sharpe had told her before. “Melissa does a lot of other things besides cook too.” Her mind raced. “We still have no idea who was running the lab, though, right? Just that Colonel Ricardo Montaña runs the security, and that Montaña's men are stateside.”

“Right. We lost sight of them while you were in Brazil. There's no possible reason for any of them to kidnap one of our Circs, though.” Mrs. Sharpe looked as