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she was. Her entire body was humming with raw energy. “Sit on the edge,” he ordered.

She did as he said, but kept her legs together. When he looked up, he found that mischievous

expression on her face he adored. “You didn’t say spread them.” Her voice was all innocence as he

growled under his breath.

Before he could order her to do that too, her thighs fell open, revealing what he wanted. The bright lights from the nearby hotels and casinos gave his office the perfect illumination to clearly see the soft thatch of her dark hair glistening with a wetness that was just for him. “Have you been thinking about this?”

“All day.” Her whispered words turned into a moan as he covered her clit with his mouth. He

should have eased her into it, but the need to taste her was all consuming and he knew Iris loved it when he took charge like this. It was the one area they never had any problems.

Flicking his tongue over the swollen bud, he savored each breathless sound she made. It wasn’t

enough though, nothing seemed to ever be enough with her. It was as if he couldn’t sate himself. Not where Iris was concerned.

As he stroked lower, sliding his tongue along her wet slit, she lifted one leg over his back, giving him deeper access. Her sweet taste and scent rolled over him, practically drugging him with

everything that was Iris.

Papers on his desk scattered as she blindly reached out to grab on to something. When her heel dug

into his back, he shuddered, loving the feel of her starting to lose control. He hadn’t even penetrated her with his finger, but she was already trembling. She was so reactive it still stunned him.

He shifted back to her clit, teasing the tight bud, increasing his pressure with each stroke. Each

time he did, she rolled her hips against his face and let out incomprehensible little sounds that had his cock aching for release.

When she slid her fingers through his hair and gripped him tight, he pulled back.

Wyatt’s breath was warm against Iris’s mound. She stared down at him with wide eyes. “What are

you doing?” He wouldn’t stop now. He just couldn’t.

In answer, he stood, but cupped her possessively as he did. The feel of his calloused palm against

her most sensitive area drove her more than a little crazy. Watching her with those devastating blue eyes, he wordlessly circled the heel of his palm against her. The friction wasn’t as intense as his tongue had been and she realized what he was doing.

Slowing things down, but keeping her on edge. He certainly loved to tease. She leaned back a

fraction on the desk and tried to relax, to let him work her up even more. The payoff would definitely be worth it, but patience was hard when all she wanted to do was force his hand, to demand he take

her hard, the way she craved. But she knew making demands would just make him draw it out even

longer. Oh yes, her husband was a giant tease.

The last couple weeks she’d been working like a madwoman trying to get everything in order so

she could move out to Vegas and surprise him. It had been hard to keep everything under wraps

considering they’d spent almost every second together. But she’d managed to do it and now that she

was here, she knew it was right where she belonged.

Unable to stop herself, she squirmed against his hand, trying to force him into action. If only the frustrating man would make her come. He just chuckled darkly, his gaze on her intent and knowing.

Well, two could play that game.

While he teased her, she reached between their bodies and made quick work of his belt, then

zipper. He tried to pull back out of her reach but she refused to let him.

The time for teasing was over. She couldn’t stand it tonight. Not when it felt as if she’d been

waiting an eternity for him to claim her. The past two weeks had been amazing, but there had been a cloud hanging over them. Not exactly a dark one, but she hadn’t been able to tell him about her plans to move here because she’d wanted it to be a surprise and she knew it had been eating away at him.

Her inner walls clenched, desperate to be filled by him. Wrapping her fingers around his thick

length, she met his gaze and stroked him once. His hips jerked erratically as he sucked in a jagged breath. He watched her with a heavy-lidded gaze, his palm still teasing her, his breathing unsteady.

She could barely hear anything except the blood rushing in her ears. Iris had never felt more

connected to anyone than she did now, as they watched each other while bringing the other to release.

She loved seeing his eyes go all dark and needy as he fought letting himself go in her hand.

God, she was so close. Her clit pulsed, the need building higher and higher. Even without him

filling her, it wouldn’t take long now… Wyatt removed his hand, making her cry out in protest before she realized what he was doing.

“Wrap your legs around me.” There he went again with that tone. The one that said ‘do what I say

and I’ll make sure you have the orgasm of a lifetime’. It always melted her.

She did what he said and practically tore his shirt from him, ripping a few buttons in her haste to get it off. Now it was skin on skin, what she’d been craving. Her breasts rubbed against the short

hairs of his muscular chest as his mouth crushed over hers. The feel of him against her made her

sensitized nipples pebble even tighter.

His fingers dug into her hips as he lifted her from the desk. She lost one of her heels, but didn’t care as he completely dominated her mouth, stroking and teasing her tongue in a way that felt like

fucking.

Iris held on tight. She was aware of them moving, but didn’t realize what he intended until the cool glass of his ceiling to floor windows hit her back. They were bullet resistant and more than secure and she didn’t care if anyone saw them. All she could focus on was the feel of his thick cock sliding into her, consuming her. Though his shirt was off, he still had his pants half on as he thrust into her.

The window slightly shook under them, but she had no doubt it would hold. The feel of his cock

inside her without a condom was amazing. She’d gone on the Pill the day after they’d gotten married and had been on it more than long enough to take effect. She felt even more connected to him this way, with no barriers.

Her remaining heeled shoe dug into his ass as she wrapped her legs tighter around him. She’d

barely caught her breath before he slammed into her again. She tore her mouth from his as he

continued thrusting with no restraint. Her back arched into his chest and when he caught one of her nipples between his teeth, she pushed over the edge.

Whatever pretense of control she’d been trying to hang onto, shredded as he tweaked her nipple. It

was like the man had a direct line into her head, like he knew exactly what to do to drive her totally crazy. She was addicted to him and not afraid to admit it anymore.

As her climax surged through her, powerful and overwhelming, Wyatt let go and buried his face in

her neck as he came. He growled incomprehensible words against her skin as he continued his

delicious assault on her senses until finally, he stilled and drew his head back.

His eyes seemed darker as he stared at her, his breathing not quite back to normal. “I love you, Iris.

So fucking much.”

A smile teased her lips as she leaned forward. Her mouth barely grazed his as she said, “I love

you, too. More than anything.” Saying the words still felt foreign, but there was no way in hell she’d ever hold back from him. Never again.

Not when they had the rest of their lives stretched out in front of them. She’d never dreamed to

imagine she could have everything she wanted, a job she loved, a husband she loved and maybe kids.

Even without the last one, as long as she got to make a life with the man she loved, she didn’t need anything else.

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Breaking Her Rules.
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Breaking Her Rules
is the sixth story in my
Red Stone Security series.
If you liked this one and would like to read more, turn the page for a sneak peek of
No One to Trust
and
His to Protect.

No One to Trust

Red Stone Security Series, Book 1

Copyright © 2012 Katie Reus

Secrets are what keep a family strong. United.
Elizabeth Martinez could still hear her father’s words echoing in the recesses of her memories. Over a decade had passed and not a day went by that

she didn’t wish she could rewrite history. Some secrets had a way of eating a person alive. From the inside out, one giant bite at a time. Gnawing until she couldn’t stand it. If her father hadn’t forced them all to keep the family’s dirty little secret, maybe she’d be at home enjoying a nice glass of wine and a bubble bath. She wouldn’t be picking up her brother from a drug dealer’s house on a chilly Tuesday

evening.

Lizzy put her BMW into park and slid from the vehicle. This particular mansion in Keystone Island

was the last place in the world she wanted to be. Unfortunately her brother had called begging for

help. Again.

Everyone else in the family had turned their back on Benny but she simply couldn’t say no when he

needed her. Not when he’d always been there for her.

While she wasn’t sure what Benny was doing at the recently deceased Alberto Salas’s home, she

knew it couldn’t be good. Salas had been infamous for running drugs up and down the entire East

Coast. She’d heard his son, Orlando, had taken over his operation. She’d briefly interacted with

Orlando at a few charity functions around Miami and he’d always been perfectly polite, but the man

gave her the creeps. There were some things an Armani suit simply couldn’t hide.

Self-consciously, Lizzy tugged at her dress as if she could somehow make it grow a couple inches

longer. The bright turquoise halter-style dress and black cardigan sweater she wore were completely respectable, but as she walked down the stone driveway toward the front door, she could feel several sets of eyes on her. Considering Orlando Salas was rumored to be in the same business his father had been, she guessed that even though she couldn’t see them, he had plenty of scary looking security guys milling around. They were nothing more than thugs in suits and ties. She worked for one of the best security firms in the nation and the guys she worked with—they sure weren’t thugs. No, they were

highly trained, mostly ex-military, and didn’t deal with scum like Salas. They protected uber wealthy clients and government dignitaries and everyone they worked for got a detailed military level

background check—courtesy of her computer skills—and if it appeared they were into anything like

drugs, Red Stone Security didn’t take them on. With how much money their company made, they could

afford to be picky.

Before she could knock on the bright red door, it swung open and a man carrying an assault rifle

looked her up and down.

A cold chill slithered through her, mainly because of the look on his face, rather than the gun. She’d known the guards here would be armed, but
yuck
, this guy made her feel like she was naked.

Clutching her purse tighter against her side—as if that could somehow save her—she started to tell

him why she was there, but he beat her to it.

With a lecherous grin on his face, he stepped back and allowed her to enter. “Your brother’s out

back.” He pointed down the tile hallway. “Just follow until you reach the French doors.”

Fighting back the growing panic humming through her, she nodded and did just as he said. Yeah,

maybe she should have called her boss and told him what she was doing but she didn’t want to drag

anyone she knew into Benny’s problems. Then everyone would know how messed up her family

really was. It was too embarrassing. She’d take care of it just like she always had.
Chin up
, she ordered herself.

As she neared the doors she could see her brother stretched out on an Adirondack chair. She

yanked the door open and hurried to his still form. “Benny!”

When he didn’t stir, an icy fist clasped around her heart. He looked like a corpse. His normally

bronze face was a grayish color. She touched his wrist and a sharp burst of relief popped inside her.

At least his pulse was strong. But his face…tears blurred her vision for a moment. A garish purple

bruise covered his left cheek and one of his eyes was swollen almost all the way shut. A light trail of blood had trickled from his nostril and dried on his upper lip. Had they broke his nose? Her throat tightened with raw grief. He’d sounded bad on the phone but she hadn’t expected
this
. She wanted to touch him, comfort him somehow, but was afraid she’d only hurt him more.

Her hand hovered over his pale face for a moment before she settled on brushing a lock of his dark

hair away from his forehead. “What have you gotten yourself into,” she whispered.

“He’s going to be out for a little while.” She swiveled around at a familiar male voice and let her hand drop.

Monster.
The word echoed inside her but she bit it back. “Mr. Salas.” She tried to keep the disdain out of her voice as she faced the man who’d likely beaten her brother. Or at least watched while one of his men had. Somehow she managed to blink back the tears threatening to spill over.

“Please call me Orlando. You’re a very good sister to pick your brother up so quickly.” Standing

about ten feet away from her, he leaned against the mini-bar with a glass tumbler in hand.

She narrowed her gaze. Anger battled with the fear blossoming inside her but she was still level-