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  He reached for his cock, feeling a primal urge to palm himself as he eyed her naked body, but she knocked his hand away, what the…

  “Hands off, for the duration of how ever long this takes, that belongs to me, you belong to me, any touching will be mine, got it?” she grabbed him tight in her soft palm, her hand working him slowly, her fingers not quite meeting thanks to him being not just long, but thick too.

  “Fair enough, it’s all yours, just as long as you allow me to return the favor. For the duration of ‘this’, you are mine Sarah. Every fucking inch of you, got it?” he loved the way her pupils dilated when he threw her own words back at him.

  “Fair enough…” her hand started to move, more forcefully and Connor felt like a teenage boy getting his first sneaky hand job at some teens basement party. He was gonna be covering her in hot fluid pretty damn soon if she didn’t stop, of all the parts of his body he could control, breathing, heart rate… his dick was one that still had a mind of its own. At least when it came to her.

  “Sarah, this is gonna be over before it’s even begun of you don’t stop.” He didn’t have the will power to physically stop her, to unwrap her fingers from his dick.

  She laughed, soft, quiet.

  Connor needed inside her, he was desperate to feel her hot wet pussy sheathing him until he had filled her with every last inch of his cock, but he wanted to take his time, as hard as that might be, he didn’t know if these few hours were all they would ever have, so he was planning on making the most of them, of her…

  She slowed, but didn’t stop, he could cope with that…just.

  Connor reached, pulling her closer, his rough hands scratchy against her soft folds as he touched her for the first time. Christ…

  Thinking she was gonna be wet for him was a fucking understatement, she was sodden with juices and it was all because of him… fuck yeah…Connor splayed her lips open and started his assault on her hard nerve filled bud, two could play her game!!!

  If this was a challenge, then Sarah had to admit that right now, Connor had the edge. He was pulling sounds from deep within her that she had never heard before, this was like nothing she had ever felt, no man had touched her body the way he was, and she thought she would die from pleasure. It was almost like she had been waiting for him.

  Sarah had her hand on what had to be the biggest cock she had ever seen in her life, not that she had seen many, and as unflattering as they were, Sarah had to admit, she actually liked the look of him, she liked everything about him, naked or clothed, he’d had her screaming for his touch and now she was getting exactly what she wanted.

  Connor slipped his fingers between her folds, rubbing slowly, torturously, agonizingly.

  His rhythm matched her own as his fingers pulled back the flesh shield that had been covering her swollen clit, he rubbed …hard.

  Sarah gasped…”No fair…”

  Connor smiled, a slow seductive grin creeping across his face. Increasing his rhythm.

  “Who said anything about fair?”

  He rubbed again, harder this time.

  This was one part of their game Sarah knew she wasn’t gonna win, why not let him have this round, and just enjoy it.

  Connor leaned in, and took her nipple between his lips and sucked, shit, could this guy multi task or what.

  She was being hit from every angle and was losing the ability to even think straight. And then it all stopped.

  What the…

  “Condom Sarah, got to be done, I’m clean but we don’t want to risk a baby Parry popping out in a few months, do we?” shit she really had started to get carried away.

  “Do you have any?” please say yes, please say yes…

  “Wallet, should be a couple”

  She leaned over, snagged his jeans of the floor, pulled out the black leather wallet and handed it to him.

  The man had the foil packet out and open before she had time to think.

  Connor rolled the latex cover onto his hard cock with expert hands. Sarah was impressed.

  Sarah pushed him back onto the bed kissing up his thick hard thighs, she was loving this, but knew that not only was she teasing him, but causing herself unnecessary agony.

  There would be other times when she could explore, wouldn’t there? If she had her way, there would.

  She crawled up his body like a panther stalking her pray, rubbing his cock against her breasts as she brushed past…

  “Fuck…” it had been low and quiet, but she had heard.

  Sarah kneeled either side of his muscular thighs, Connor held his shaft forward for her, as she slowly lowered herself down.

  “OH… MY… GOD…” she cried out, loudly as he grabbed both her hips tightly and thrust his hips up to meet her.

  Connor had filled her completely, almost to the point of painful, and she had been so wet for him, he’d slipped straight into her, like a hot knife into soft butter, her muscles gripping him tight as he stretched her sides, impaling her.

  And then he started to move.

  Sarah had lost all control the second he thrust into her, she had cried out for him and he was fucking loving it, it willed him on, never in his life had he cared so much about pleasing a woman.

  Connors eyes were wide open, in more ways than one.

  He drank her in as she rode on his cock like a wild cowgirl, pert tits bouncing, head thrown back.

  And he was with her, every fucking juice slicked inch of the way.

  Sarah threw her head back, her hands braced against his thighs as she writhed and jerked her hips, as he slammed his cock deep into her.

  Connor didn’t know how much more he could take before he lost his shit and blew his load, it wouldn’t be damn long, that was for sure, but he needed her there with him, and he sure as hell wasn’t gonna give in until he had squeezed every last ounce of clit tingling pleasure from his woman.

  “Oh, fuck… Connor…” Sarah’s nipples peaked hard like tiny flesh covered bullets, screaming for a touch, a pull, a pinch, anything. Her hands reached up for them…

  “Hands off sweetheart… mine remember…”

  Connor rubbed his thumb over her hard, exposed clit, and she was gone… rhythm lost.

  As she dropped, every glorious inch of his cock filled her to the hilt as her body spasmed in climactic pleasure.

  Her clit throbbed as he took over, slamming into her for the last few thrusts he would need to reach his own release.

  And then he came… hard… his jaw tensed as pleasure rippled through his body, one muscle clenching wave at a time.

  Hot fluid filling the condom in spurts as his hips rammed their last, and he cried out. Cried for her.

  Connor slowed his assault, his cock still working her with long slow strokes until he knew she had nothing left. He had gone hard, lost control, he never lost control, not until he was balls deep inside her, and he would sell his soul right now if it meant he got the chance to do it again.

  Sarah dropped her head forward as she tried to catch her breath, hot sex with a hot stranger in a plush hotel suit, damn, did it even get any better than this?

  She squealed as Connor grabbed her ass and stood with his hard cock still sheathed inside her.

  He carried her to the bathroom and sat her on the cold marble countertop, he pulled out and she instantly felt the loss of him, of where he had been, it wasn’t something she would forget in a hurry, if ever.

  Connor removed and tied the condom before dropping it in the trash, then he leaned in and turned on the shower until steam filled the room.

  “Well, aren’t you just full of surprises…” Connor leaned in and kissed her again, but this time, it was soft, different.

  “You’re pretty unpredictable yourself Mr…” the words spoken without either one of them wanting to break their kiss.

  She reached for him, taking him in her hand, she wanted to feel him, feel his flesh, the soft velvety texture of his skin in her hand.

  Connor gripped the counter before spr
eading her legs and spearing her with two thick fingers.

  She was so wet, juices still fresh from her orgasm and it helped him as he slipped a third finger into her wanting pussy.

  He leaned forward suckling her breast, his tongue working her nipple in hard circular motions as he worked her with his hand, she was close again, he could feel it, she was starting to clench her pussy muscles around his fingers as he brought her close to the edge.

  She had brought his cock back into a state of full erection. It throbbed in her palm as she worked him hard.

  She wasn’t easing up anytime soon, and so help him, neither was he.

  He had never enjoyed finger fucking anyone so much in his life.

  Sarah cried out his name…

  “Yes baby, come for me…” she clenched around his fingers, hard, tight. Fuck… he couldn’t wait to fuck her bare, no latex, and he would, fuck her to within an inch of her life, over and over.

  Connor felt the hot tingle building deep within him as she matched him stroke for stroke.

  She was taking everything he gave her, his fingers soaked as she climaxed on his hand.

  He couldn’t hold back, just a few more strokes and he was gone, the point of release almost bringing him to his knees.

  He’d had his fair share of hand jobs, wasn’t gonna lie, but nothing had ever felt like this. His cock had pulsed in her hand as his seed had coated them both, talk about fucking mind blowing.

  Connor kissed her, he was done for and he knew it.

  “You ok?” was she ok? Was she ever…

  “I’m good, but I really want to get in that shower. Wanna join me?” she wiggled her eyebrows and Connor laughed.

  “More than anything sweetheart, but I need to check in with my team, I’ve been out of contact for a few hours, and I need to know what’s happening about our ride home.” Sarah jumped down, her breasts bouncing as she did, Connor threw a deep breath out, Sarah smiled “Well, you had better hurry, I might just get lonely…”

  Connor slapped her lightly on the ass as she turned to step into the shower, Sarah gave a playful yelp and he laughed, maybe just a quick one, he did need to wash himself down after all, but he needed to keep his hands off her for five minutes, as much as he wanted to stay in that shower with her, he needed an evac plan more.

  The sooner he knew what was happening, he would feel a whole lot better.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “Hey, Super girl, what you got for me?”

  Something good he hoped. The last thing he needed to hear was that they were stranded with no flight home. As beautiful a place as this was, right now it was as far away from where he wanted to be as he could get.

  “Jesus Doc, Where the hell have you been? Turn on a TV, now… right now! Pick a news channel, it won’t matter which, every single one is running the story. We have problems” why the fuck did Em sound panicked, she never panicked…ever.

  Connor picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

  What the fuck…

  Sarah’s face was plastered over the screen, on virtually every channel. This wasn’t good.

  “Em, talk to me…” this changed things, he needed to know what the hell was going on. No way they were just gonna walk out of the hotel if half the fucking police force was hunting them, not to mention the half assed excuse for a goon squad who had made a serious fuck up of their grab attempt.

  “It seems your girl is the one who planted a bomb, a very large fucking bomb Connor, almost every cop in Helsinki is looking for her right now. Do you know where she is?”

  “She’s with me, well she’s in the shower to be exact, she can’t hear me so I need to know, what the fuck happened?” she hadn’t planted that bomb, not a chance. “She’s being…”

  “Framed, yeah, no shit Sherlock we know. Question is how, and by who? Did she tell you anything else about this mysterious ‘American’?” Connor could hear Em’s fingers as they worked over her keyboard. He had no doubt she would be pulling every piece of information that she could from the web, both light and dark. It was surprising what you could find if you just knew where to look.

  “No, nothing…” he squeezed his eyes closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Connor needed to think, had he missed something? What had he seen? “Can you pull the footage up from the hotel lobby? Get it and send it to me. In the meantime, I need a way to get her back to the states, a commercial flight is out of the question so your gonna need to work your magic, pull some strings, I don’t know, just do whatever”

  “I’m working on it, but I’m on my own here, just hang fire and I will get back to you just as soon as I can, ok” did he even have a choice?

  “Where was the bomb? Where did they find it?” Connor heard the hesitation on the line.

  “The Ice arena, where Sarah’s competition was being held… Let me see what I can find, and I will hit you back with an out. Be careful Connor.”

  “Always…”

  Connor ended the call just as Sarah came out of the bathroom, he had pulled on his jeans and was stood with is arms folded across his chest, staring at the TV.

  “Why is my face on TV? What’s going on?” Sarah paled as she realized it was a suspect photo and a ‘DO NOT APPROACH’ warning threaded on repeat across the bottom of the screen. “I didn’t Connor, I swear, I didn’t do it…” she stared at the screen, frozen, how was this even happening to her?

  “Calm down, we know you didn’t, my team is working on getting us out of here, and then we can figure out what’s going on, ok?” he pulled her in, his arms wrapped around her, but right now, they offered little comfort.

  Sarah pulled away.

  “How can I fucking calm down? My face is all over the TV, they think I’m a fucking terrorist” she was shouting, her voice trembling with fear, with anger, right now it was hard to tell which, and either one would have been justified, hell yeah, she had every right to shout. Some fucker was framing her and she had no idea why.

  “Look, you’re safe here, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you ok.” He probably meant every word, but it did little to reassure her.

  She laughed.

  “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re one man, that…” she waved her arm toward the TV “is an entire city worth of fucking police. I appreciate the thought, but now’s not the time to play fucking hero Connor.” Harsh, but true.

  Now wasn’t the time for ego boosting.

  “Hey, listen to me.” He spun her round, until she was facing him, his face hard, he looked furious “I said I won’t let anything happen to you and I meant it. Now…I need you to trust me, trust my team. This changes nothing about my job, I will still get you home, understand? Let them do what they do best, I just need you to get dressed. As nice as this hotel room is, we have to move. You with me?”

  God help her, she was and, yes, she trusted him, didn’t have much choice. Right now, Connor Parry was the only friend she had in the world.

  Sarah looked around, grabbed her backpack and the sweats and shirt that had be delivered along with their food.

  She dressed quickly and quietly, ran her fingers through her damp hair and pulled it into a loose bun on top of her head. All the time she was aware of him watching her.

  Connors phone buzzed, he walked across the room as he answered. She followed him, needed to hear firsthand what the hell was going on.

  “Talk to me Super girl…” who?

  Connor put the phone on speaker.

  “Ok, I have good news and good news. Ray has a plane on standby in London, it can be with you in just over two and a half hours, so you get to bask in the luxury of the hotel suit just a little while longer.” Sarah blew out a breath of almost relief.

  “And…” Connor sounded impatient, good, that made two of them.

  “And… I should be able to get facial recognition on everyone who went in and out of the Ice arena over the past few days, by the time you get home. There has been more activity in that area than usual thanks to the skating co
mpetition, so its gonna take me some time, but we will find something, don’t you worry.”

  Sarah looked at him, he nodded and smiled.

  She was relying on a faceless voice that was thousands of miles away to save her ass, whoever this ‘Super girl’ was, Sarah had a feeling she would owe her a fucking large drink by the time this was over.

  ***

  It had been too easy, she had practically handed him a suspect on a plate.

  All it had taken was a little gentle persuasion to get the receptionist to give up the room number of ‘Miss Williams’ the cute little blonde who had been ushered out of the hotel by the two men who looked like they would struggle to form a sentence.

  He hadn’t even had to look too hard, she had left in a hurry. Left a bag with skates and her competitor's lanyard just laying around, she hadn’t even taken her room key, that was sloppy…

  The muscle with her all but confirmed that she had felt the need for an escort out, all but confirmed she had probably heard too much for his liking, so finding her room in the untidy state only helped his cause.

  Still… it made life easier for him. Much easier.

  He smiled as the air steward handed him his glass of scotch.

  A few hours and he would be back on home soil, with nothing and no one to connect him to the bomb.

  And then it was pay day…

  ***

  Connor paced. Since when did he fucking pace?

  The past two hours had been the longest of his damn life. He had checked in every ten minutes until Em had told him to stop calling and let her do her job.

  This wasn’t him, he didn’t stress, he was Mr. Cool calm and composed. His team mates ribbed him about it constantly.

  Even in the frequent bar fight they found themselves in when they had been stationed god only knows where, Connor was always the last one to join in and even then, it was after his negotiations had failed.

  But this was different, this wasn’t about him or his team, although he knew without a doubt that each and every one of them would take a bullet for him, and him for them.