The unbridled heat continues between the beautiful Charity Powers and her gorgeous and passionate assassin for hire, Justin Collins. He exists only to love her and keep her safe, but that’s not so easy when she is such a force of life. Charity makes it her mission to heal Justin’s wounded path, but to do it, she must hide terrible, dangerous secrets from him that risk their entire relationship.
The holidays arrive filled with wonderful sentiments that leave each of these lovers closer than ever, but just as the celebrations come to a close, one of their dearest friends is brutally attacked. There needs to be retribution, and both Justin and Charity deliver it. In the process, evidence of a traitor is discovered on the Panther team, jeopardizing not just everything they’ve worked for—but their very lives.
Discovering Charity’s secrets devastates Justin, but his broken heart is no rival to the fury of learning that his beautiful obsession is being hunted. Rescuing her leads him to the truths of this past.
Nothing can contain Justin’s devotion and intensity. Charity has to be kept safe. The traitor and their enemies, personal and political, must be eliminated if they are going to survive.
The bathroom
door pushes open easily exposing the brightness inside, the light colored walls
and marble counter. Justin is in the shower and the curtain hides him from his
chest down, but the top is transparent. Water streams down his head and
shoulders before he sees me. Then he notices me in the doorway, looking haggard
and drained, and I watch his concern overtake his expression and posture. His
prefect green eyes beckon me in. "Undress," he says with soft
control, pulling the shower curtain open.
I
realize my hands are obeying him, undoing and dropping clothing to the floor
around my feet. I cross the room and step in with him. The hot water feels
incredible.
Justin's
arms wrap around me and he draws me in, leaning my fatigued body against the
warmth of his. "Just relax, Warrior. There's nothing for you to do right
now, nothing to think about. I have you."
My soul
collapses into his arms, and he holds me up as promised.
"Let
go," he says. "You do so much for everyone, Charity. You do so much
for me that I don't know what I'd do without you now, and you deserve a break.
I'll take care of you."
The hot
water rushes all around us, drenching the knots from my muscles. His strong
hands press into my sides and back, his solid body gives me comfort.
"I'll
do everything and be everything that you need, because you do that for me every
day," Justin continues.
A long,
exhausted breath explodes from my chest onto his neck where my head rests. For
a short while I can't even move.
Eventually
I find my strength and I begin supporting my own weight again. Justin steps us
back deeper into the water, drenching us. He carefully fixes my wet hair away
from my face. "You're so beautiful," he whispers. I feel his lips
press onto the top of my head.
One of
his arms lets go and grabs my shampoo from where I left it yesterday. Its
familiar scent wafts into the shower before he even begins rubbing it into my
hair. He turns me and dumps the shampoo on, letting me do nothing while he
massages my scalp. When he's done, he rinses it out thoroughly and picks up my
body wash.
It
amazes me how gentle he can make his touch, with hands that have beaten and
killed. They've strangled the life out of people but on me they are tender and
caring, kneading the life back in to me. He massages my back deeply with the
body wash and starts working his way around my body. My nipples do not resist
the chance to harden as he rubs them.
"Every
inch of you is breathtaking," his soft voice convinces me.
He
rinses the soap off me before continuing with new, fresh lather. The pressure
he uses on my feet and calves relaxes them so much they don't want to hold me
up. He slides over my wet thighs and ass, gently cupping my warrior parts.
Of
course they react, tingling and twitching, begging for more, but I don't think
that's Justin's objective tonight. I want whatever he's offering, I don't want
to think.
Gently,
he pulls me closer, embracing me with one arm so that we are buried in each
other's necks and the length of our bodies are touching. My hands go to his
tight sides, as if we might dance in the water.
Justin
is still cupping my vulva. Softly, his fingers move through the wet folds of my
labia, not entirely penetrating into me, but not teasing me, either.
I
squeeze his sides gently, letting him know to continue.
His
finger slips up the middle and finds my clitoris. Justin's thumb pulls its hood
back, and his finger begins circling on my swollen tip. My breath spills out
into his neck and chest, deepening with each moment.
By my
ear, I feel his soft lips. "Relax, Warrior. I won't hurt you. There won't
be any teasing; you don't need to beg. Tonight I'm the one begging. I'm begging
that you relax and let life catch up to you."
The
tingling becomes throbbing under his steady finger. I squeeze him again,
telling him it's getting close. My nipples are sliding around the wetness on
his chest, and I feel like I'm wrapped in a blanket of warm pleasure.
Now the
throbbing is nearly reaching my ears. My entire body is looking for this
release.
I feel
my hips rocking against him.
Just a
moment more.
Nearly
there.
Don't—
Stop.
Yes...Christ!
I'm
really grabbing his sides now, fingers digging in to hold this moment to its
fullest.
Everything
leaves me in a satisfying rush and Justin pulls me closer, as if he's taking
all of my problems from me, all of my tension. My moans and pants are muffled
into his strong neck. All of it floods out of me and is immediately washed
away.
It
takes a few minutes to regain myself. I can feel that my smile is back on my
face like a loyal friend. Justin's impressive hardness is pressing into me now
as well and I make a move toward it.
"No,"
he says in the same voice that had told me to undress earlier. "I told
you, you're not doing a thing tonight."
Justin
shuts off the water and pulls back the curtain. Before he helps himself, he
opens a towel over my shoulders to keep me warm. He takes a second and towels
off my hair and then wraps it up. With the one on my shoulders, he dries my
body and then his.
Casually,
he steps out and holds his hand out for me like a gentleman. After he assists
me over the tub wall, his massive hands scoop me off the tiles.
"What
are you doing?" I ask through a smile.
"You're
not even allowed to walk," he replies through his own soft grin.
Justin
carries me to the bed, sits me on the edge, and removes the towel to dry my
hair further. When he's satisfied with that, he pulls the covers back and asks
me to lie down. I feel his warm body slide in next to me, and he wraps himself
around me again, pulling the covers over us.
"There's
no war to wage, no battles to fight tonight, Warrior." He kisses my head
again. "Go to sleep."
I'm very passionate about writing stories full of love, lust, eroticism, and strong characters entwined around each other in an interesting, suspenseful journey.
East coast born and raised, I'm married, extremely happily, with 4 kids, 3 of which are now young adults (not sure when that happened).
I’m a COO in my technology-based "day job,” which requires a mix of technical and creative writing for both internal and client-facing materials, but it was not satisfying my artistic spirit. Writing the “Charity” series has been absolutely fulfilling and exciting.
My favorite writing takes place on my phone while lying on the Southernmost Beach in Key West, where I try to go at least twice a year.
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