Her nails bit deeper into the flesh of his wrist as that image tore through her mind.

It was an image she gave him, an image she shared with him as his dark gaze locked with her own.

His hand slid to her breast as his breathing became harder, heavier. He cupped the rounded curve and dragged a shattered cry from her lips as sensation seemed to sear every nerve ending in her body. The stroke of his thumb over her nipple sent a near painful surge of bliss tearing to her womb, clenching it with a hard, tight spasm that stole her breath.

Jerking her head back, her gaze went to where his fingers cupped her flesh. A strong, dark hand, fingers outspread, her pale flesh cupped within it as he lifted the hardened tip of her nipple to his mouth.

“Oh God!” The sharp cry tore unbidden from her throat.

His lips wrapped around the pale pink areola, drew it inside his mouth, surrounded it with fire. His cheeks hollowed as he began to draw on her, his black eyes stared back at her, flickers of light trapped in a midnight sky, as Marty felt her pussy begin to burn, her clit to swell tight and hard, a near rapturous pleasure surging through her entire system. She felt the wet heat spill along the naked folds of flesh, surrounding her clit, sensitizing it further.

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She could only watch as he destroyed her senses with his suckling mouth and wicked tongue.

When his head lifted, she flinched. The absence of sensation sent a violent, silent protest racing through her body, causing her to arch closer, to plead for more.

“So pretty.” His fingertip touched her nipple before his gaze lifted back to her. “So innocent. Tell me, precious, would you flush with the same dazed pleasure if I sucked your clit instead?”

Her clit pulsed violently, the ache centered in the swollen nub, radiating through her body as it demanded more. She wanted to push him further, wanted to see him slip past the limit of his control but couldn’t find the breath to speak, to tease.

“Should I suck that pretty clit now and find out?” The suggestion had her lips parting, the breath rushing from her lungs as another spasm of pure pleasure tightened her womb.

She wanted to scream yes. She wanted to beg for it. She wanted to watch his face as he touched her there, suckling her as he had her nipple, laving it with his tongue.

Her pussy convulsed, vibrating with a surge of such intense pleasure that she cried out from the sharp contractions.

Khalid blinked. Staring into her dazed expression he felt a punch of pure lust as the small orgasm rocketed through her from nothing more than his suggestion that he suck her clit.

Sweet heaven, what had he begun here? The innocence, the pure shocked delirium that filled her face at once humbled and terrified him.

He let his hand slide from her breast, down her stomach to the bare, wet mound of her pussy as she arched closer to him. He was a dead man if she was still innocent. He would expire there on the floor from both shock and regret.

She was twenty-seven years old. Surely to God she wasn’t as innocent as she seemed. She couldn’t be.

His fingers slid through slick feminine juices. The heat nearly scalded his fingers, the plump, tightly swollen nub of her clit drawing his attention as his fingertip glanced over it.

He needed to be inside her. His cock was pounding, demanding action. The need to fuck her was destroying him.

“Marty, we’re home.”

Khalid’s gaze jerked from her face to the doorway as her father’s voice sliced through the pleasure-dazed atmosphere of the room.

Hell, Mathews would fucking kill him. Jennings would drive a stake into his heart with a smile.

Before he could think, Marty jerked from him, her hands shaking. Her face flushed and filled with dazed confusion as she stared back at him and attempted to right the thin robe she wore.

“Marty?” Joe Mathews and Zach Jennings stepped into the room, and came to a hard, surprised stop.

There was no missing what they all knew had been going on. There was no mistaking the shock on Marty’s face or the reddened rasp from the stubble of Khalid’s beard against her neck.

Mathews took it all in, as did the other man. Eyes narrowed, they stared at Marty, then at Khalid.

“I’ll just…” She swallowed tightly, panic filling her eyes now. “Shower.” She nodded quickly. “I need to shower.”

Like a teenager caught making out with her boyfriend, she turned and ran as Khalid watched her with amusement. The temptress, though still present in her gaze, fought to hide in the presence of her fathers.

While pushing his fingers through his hair, Khalid restrained the hard breath that would have escaped. He breathed in slowly, roughly, before crossing his arms over his chest and staring back at the two men with more arrogance than he felt at the moment.

That arrogance did little to affect the senator or the FBI director. Both men stared back at him in shock.

“I’ve lived the whole of her twenty-seven years and never had to catch her with a lover,” Joe suddenly snarled, as he glared at Khalid. “I would appreciate never seeing it again, if you don’t mind very much.”

Khalid had to admit, he knew how she felt when she ran. He felt like a teenager caught with his hand in his girlfriend’s pants, and damned if it wasn’t awkward.

“I believe I could go the whole of the rest of my life and never have you walk in on such a thing again.” Khalid cleared his throat uncomfortably.

Joe’s outrage was a tangible thing as he stared at Khalid, but it was Zach’s silence, the quiet, thoughtful look on his face that worried Khalid. Of the two, Zach was definitely the more dangerous.

Khalid refrained from giving in to the sense of discomfort that threatened to overcome him as Zach’s look continued to pierce him with cool hazel eyes.

“Stay away from her unless you intend to do more than simply share her bed for a few nights,” Zach finally stated, as he moved into the kitchen and over to the coffeepot. “She’s not a toy to be played with, Khalid.”

Khalid didn’t miss the edge of steel in his voice.

“Of course she isn’t. I realize that.” He gave a sharp nod of his head.

He did understand. The world he was a part of existed on rules, rules that were not made to be broken, because of the very nature of the men involved.

Zach had given the ultimatum in front of a club witness. It didn’t matter that the witness was also Marty’s father or that he and Joe were both lovers with the same woman. Zach was Marty’s godfather, equivalent to her father, and his wishes couldn’t be discounted.

“Do you?” Zach turned back to him. “I’ve watched her obsession grow over the years where you’re concerned, just as I’ve seen the way you watch her. But I also know you, son. You’re not the forever kind. You’re content to be no more than the other lover. That’s not what she’ll want from you. That’s not what she needs.”

“I understand, I need no lectures from you,” Khalid bit out coolly, barely restraining his anger. “You may have caught us acting like teenagers, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be talked to as one.”

“When you’re caught acting that way in my house, with my daughter, then you can expect it,” Zach informed him just as coolly. “Now stay the hell away from her unless you intend to force my hand in this. You don’t want to do that.”

Khalid stared back at the other man, assessed the degree of sincerity in his tone, and recognized the very serious warning he was being given.

And while he recognized the warning, he could have told the other man that it would be just as powerless against the hunger building between himself and Marty.

Instead, with a sharp nod, he strode from the room, then from the house. It was a warning he couldn’t ignore, he told himself, as his driver, Abdul, opened the limo door and he slid inside. A warning he shouldn’t discount. He wouldn’t until he came against the fiery need in her gaze once again. And it was likely a decision he would pay for.