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  Fiona giggled happily as Ace dropped to his elbows, settling between her thighs once more. Her laughter quickly subsided as Ace’s tongue rapidly brought her higher and higher until she cried out with pleasure.

  She opened her eyes, waiting to come back down to Earth so the feeling could return to her legs. “Talk about amazing,” she panted, looking down at Ace.

  He surged upwards, his hard body firmly pinning her beneath him. Looking deep into her crystal blue eyes, Ace had never felt more connected to another person. This is what people mean, he realized. When they talk about sex as a physical act of emotion, they’re talking about this.

  Ace always brushed off talk like that as hippie bullshit, but what he felt, what he was feeling right now…he had no words. The only way to express it was through this carnal, tender, act.

  “Fiona,” he whispered in her ear, his face buried in the mass of curls exploding from her head. “I need you.”

  Hearing his unspoken words, Fiona shifted her legs so Ace lay between them. She could feel the tip of his head resting against her clit, its warmth mingling with her own. Ace slowly inched forward, his cock slowly sliding into Fiona’s tight, hot pussy as they finally consummated the deal.

  Ace groaned, Fiona echoing him a half-second later. “God, Fiona, I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for this,” Ace said, lost in the moment. “I never…never knew…” Of all the sex he’d had, Ace had never known what it was like to make love.

  Instinctively, Fiona began to move her hips, grinding against Ace in an attempt to pull him even deeper inside her. She hooked her heels together behind his back, crying out as Ace thrust into her.

  “Oh yes, Ace, just like that,” she moaned.

  Ace dug his toes into the bed, trying to gain extra leverage. Missionary was usually his least favorite position to have sex in, but this time he had to focus on not finishing too quickly. Missionary allowed him to watch Fiona’s gorgeous face as the pleasure he gave her rippled through her.

  If he tried looking down, he was faced with her perky tits, furiously jiggling as he pounded into her. Looking even farther down, he could see himself thrusting into her slippery, hot core. It was enough that Ace had to close his eyes and list off all the different kind of bikes he could remember, or he was going to finish right then and there.

  Fiona wrapped her arms around Ace’s neck, kissing him as she felt him fill her up inside. She had expected sex with Ace to be like it had been fooling around in the back office that fateful day—rough and a little frightening.

  Instead, Ace was surprisingly gentle, yet somehow still performed as though the missionary position was the newest addition to the Kama Sutra. He pumped himself into her, loving the slick walls that hugged his cock.

  Her ankles were hooked around his waist, and Ace rolled to the side, holding Fiona aloft so she was now on top and his hands were free to roam her supple body.

  Squeezing her thighs, Fiona raised herself up, rocking her hips back and forth as she stirred above him. She leaned forward, her hands resting on Ace’s chest, her nails digging in as Ace thrust a little deeper.

  “Oh my god, oh my god,” Fiona repeated over and over as another wave began to crest within her.

  She brought her hand up, entwining her fingers with Ace’s, holding them to her breasts as she came. The sensations rippled through her, and she finally began to slow. She bent down to give Ace a passionate kiss, her nipples brushing sensitively against the light dusting of chest hair on Ace’s chest.

  “That’s never happened before,” she admitted, blushing as she sat up.

  “What?” Ace asked, very aware of his still rigid cock inside her.

  “I’ve never managed to come from just sex before,” Fiona said, tucking her hair behind her ears. “I didn’t even think I could.” She giggled.

  Her laugh drove Ace wild, and he rose up, gripping Fiona behind the neck, pulling her down to him again for another fiery kiss. “Why don’t we see what we can do about that?” he said, his tongue flicking her nipple.

  Fiona looked down at him. “You didn’t…?”

  He shook his head. “Nope. That was all you,” he said.

  “I’m sorry!” Fiona exclaimed. “I totally thought that you finished.”

  Ace shook his head again. “I didn’t. But if you don’t think you can go any longer, I understand.” Did I really just say that? Ace wondered, surprised at himself. When had he ever been okay not finishing?

  It didn’t matter, however, because Fiona was furiously shaking her head, her thick curls whipping back and forth. “Absolutely not,” she declared as she leaned over him, her deep blue eyes threatening to drown him. “I feel like the fucking Energizer Bunny right now,” she said, bouncing up and down on his cock a little to prove her point.

  Ace moaned, a wide grin spreading across his face. “I’ll have to try to keep up,” he teased. Winking at her, Ace gripped Fiona’s thighs and lifted her off of him, both groaning at the sudden loss of warmth between them.

  Fiona lay sprawled on the bed, Ace towering over her, his cock seeming to jut out from his hard body to point right at her. He stroked it lazily as he stared at her beautiful form. Ace didn’t think he’d ever met a person who could be so tough one moment, and so soft the next.

  “Bend over,” he ordered her. “I’ve been envisioning that ass of yours ever since you walked into The Crabtree.”

  Fiona did as she was told, giving him a naughty smile over her shoulder once she was on all fours. Ace reached out with one hand—the other was still busy with his cock—and lightly grazed Fiona’s gorgeous ass. He traced its bubble shape with his fingers, dipping down to slide the longest one inside Fiona to feel her pussy.

  Ace made a beckoning motion with his finger, and Fiona let out an involuntary, high-pitched whimper. He smiled to himself and slipped in a second finger, continuing to make the same gesture inside of her.

  “Oh shit, Ace,” Fiona cursed. “Oh shit, oh fuck, oh goddamn!” she cried.

  “That’s it, baby girl,” Ace encouraged her. “I wanna hear everything you got; let it out.” He wanted to make her scream—literally. His fingers pumped in and out, rapid fire as Fiona began to cry out, over and over.

  Finally, she turned around, panting as she looked at Ace. “If you’re not going to fuck me with that cock of yours, then what good is it for?”

  Ace stared at her in shock. He had never expected to hear such dirty talk come out of Fiona’s mouth. This woman was full of the strangest surprises—and he couldn’t get enough of it. Ace felt himself get even harder, if such a thing were even possible right now.

  He grabbed his dick, lining it up with Fiona’s dripping wet pussy. He grabbed her around the waist, gently pulling her back to bury himself inside of her. Both of them let out deep sighs of satisfaction.

  “Oh, Ace,” Fiona breathed. “Finally.”

  “Is this what you wanted?” He asked her as he started to pump in and out. “Did you want me to fuck your tight pussy?”

  “Yes!” Fiona hissed, her eyes closing in pleasure. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me since that night in the office.”

  “Tell me,” Ace ordered, slamming into her now. “Tell me what you wanted me to do.”

  “I wanted this,” she said, meeting his powerful thrusts with her own. “I wanted you to pound my pussy raw with that hard cock of yours. Oh god, Ace, yes! Fuck me, yes!” As Fiona felt her third orgasm of the night flow through her, she lost all self-restraint, screaming with no regard to who might overhear.

  Hearing the filthy language pouring out of her mouth, Ace began to fuck her with wild abandon. Nothing existed anymore except Fiona and her amazing, beautiful ass that slapped his thighs as he rammed into her.

  “Oh fuck, here it comes,” Ace cried, heat rushing up from the base of his cock and spilling from the tip.

  His vision went dark for a minute, and he swayed erratically. For a second, he thought he was actually going to pass out, his orgasm had been so intense. Ace sl
ipped out of Fiona, and the two lay next to each other, sweaty and satisfied.

  “That…was…” Fiona panted. She had no words for what she had just experienced.

  “Right?” Ace agreed as he tried to catch his breath.

  There was a knock on the hotel door and they looked at each other in a panic.

  “Who knows you brought me here?” Fiona asked, her heart now pounding from fear rather than excitement.

  Ace shook his head. “No one,” he whispered.

  Pulling on his pants as quietly as he could, Ace went to the door and peered through the peephole. It looked like a hotel worker, but he wouldn’t put it past Alexei to use a decoy. Ace reached into his jacket hanging on a nearby chair and pulled his gun from the inner pocket.

  Fiona anxiously hugged the sheets to her chest as she watched Ace open the door a crack, leaving the chain bolted.

  “Can I help you?” he asked aggressively.

  The man on the other side of the door was more of a boy, all acne and gangly limbs that barely filled out his hotel uniform. Seeing Ace’s menacing face and his towering figure, the boy took an involuntary step back.

  “I, uh,” he stammered, “there have been some, um, complaints,” he finally said.

  “And?” Ace said expectantly.

  “Well, the office asked me to, uh, to let you know that if-if you can’t keep your, um, ‘activities’”—he used air quotes—“down to a more reasonable volume, then, well, we’re going to have to, uh, ask you to, uh, leave,” the boy finished lamely, clearly terrified of Ace, who was a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than him.

  “Look…Bobby,” Ace said, squinting at the kid’s nametag. “I appreciate you got a job to do, but I’m not going anywhere tonight, and I’ll make as much noise as I goddamn please, understand?”

  Bobby looked like he was going to faint.

  “Ace!” Fiona called from inside the room. “Don’t cuss at him,” she scolded, coming around the corner still wrapped in her sheet. “Ignore him,” she told Bobby. “You can tell your boss we’ll be quieter; I promise,” she said, smiling.

  Bobby stared at the beautiful woman who was clearly incredibly naked underneath the white sheet. If he looked hard enough, he could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric. His hormones sprang to life and he instantly got hard. “Oh, uh, th-thank you, ma’am.”

  Bobby was stumbling over his words pretty badly at this point, staring so hard at Fiona Ace thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head. The kid’s probably sixteen and never seen a set of tits in real life before. He chuckled to himself.

  “Sorry about the noise, kid,” Ace said as he reached into his back pocket to pull out a fifty-dollar bill. “We’ll keep it down.” He handed the cash to the awkward youngster, who reminded Ace of himself, back before everything had turned to shit.

  He stared at the fifty bucks in his hands, then at Fiona, then at Ace, apparently too dumb-struck to even say thank you.

  Ace shut the door and joined Fiona back in bed. Amazingly, within seconds, she had fallen asleep. He smiled to himself. They hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to talk about plans. Ace was going to tell her how The Hell Brothers were planning to attack Alexei, but it looked like that would have to wait until morning.

  Morning… Ace thought to himself. What happens tomorrow morning? She stays here and I go back to headquarters to get things ready with the gang? What about after that? Let’s say this thing with Alexei miraculously turns out okay and we all live. What then? Fiona comes and lives with me at the house? He snorted skeptically. Yeah, right. I saw her face when she walked into the place—she thought it was a dump, and she’s right. Even if Katie didn’t murder her within the week, Fiona deserves a better place than what I’ve got.

  So your plan is to, what? a second voice chimed in, mocking him. Go to her place instead? Yeah, right. If she deserves better than the house, then she definitely deserves better than you. She wouldn’t want you to come back with her, anyway. She might have enjoyed fucking you, but she doesn’t want to be with you. Come on, Acey! You’re smarter than that. He stared at Fiona’s sleeping form, knowing the voice was right. She would never want to be with him. She wanted someone safe, someone she could count on—someone like Ash, probably, he angrily assumed.

  He slid down in the bed to lay next to Fiona. Tomorrow morning Ace would inject a little professionalism into their relationship, that was what he would do. If not for his own good, then for hers.

  ***

  The next morning, Fiona awoke to an empty bed.

  “Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me,” she muttered angrily. “Ace!” Fiona shouted. “Ace, you’d better be in here, goddammit!”

  Once, I can forgive, Fiona reasoned, but twice? If that motherfucker abandoned me again, I swear to god.

  The bathroom door flew open and Ace barreled out into the room, looking around frantically. “What?” he panicked. “Who’s here? Are you okay?”

  Fiona let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god. I thought you…y’know, ran off again.”

  “Oh,” Ace said, relaxing. “Sorry about that other time. Something came up and I just had to run,” he lied. Yeah, run away from your feelings, the self-deprecating side of him added.

  “You’re getting dressed?” Fiona said questioningly, pointing at his outfit of a shirt and a pair of boxers.

  “We didn’t get much of a chance to talk about it last night—” Ace started to say.

  “Gee, I wonder why not?” Fiona said, cutting him off with a lustful grin.

  Ace laughed nervously. He stepped back, putting some distance between him and Fiona. “Well, anyway,” he continued, “Alexei thinks I’m handing you over to him today, so it’s important that you stay here and don’t answer the door for anyone, okay?”

  “Wait, where are you going to be?” Fiona asked.

  “I have to get things set up for when we launch our assault,” Ace explained. He wasn’t supposed to meet the gang for another two hours, but he didn’t want Fiona to know that.

  “What if I get hungry?” Fiona looked around the room.

  Ace mentally cursed himself for his lack of foresight. Striding over to the room phone, he picked it up out of the cradle and dialed the front desk. A minute later, he put the phone back, and started to pull on his pants. “Call room service for whatever you want and have them charge it to the room,” he said as he laced up his boots. “I told them to send Bobby up with whatever you order.”

  “Uh-oh,” Fiona said, grinning wickedly at him. “You won’t be jealous of me and Bobby here all alone?” she teased. Fiona hadn’t missed the way the boy looked at her last night.

  Ace raised an eyebrow at her. “I think my ego can handle it,” he said evenly.

  Fiona’s smile faltered a little. “Are you okay?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” he answered shortly. “I’m fine. I just…I’ve got a lot on my mind.” Ace grabbed his jacket quickly, putting it on as he walked out the door. “Don’t leave,” he repeated, giving Fiona a pointed stare before closing the door behind him.

  “Sit, Fiona! Stay!” she said to herself, falling back onto the bed.

  She rifled through the nightstand drawer until she found the hotel’s room service menu. She dialed the kitchen and ordered a stack of waffles with strawberries and blueberries, as well as two orders of bacon, some yogurt, and an extra-large glass of orange juice.

  She got dressed just in time to hear a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole, she saw Bobby standing next to a cart full of food, looking incredibly nervous.

  “Hey, Bobby!” Fiona said, opening the door. “Come on in.”

  He wheeled the cart into the room, carefully looking around.

  Understanding his apprehension, Fiona told him, “He had to leave for the day. It’s just me.” She suppressed a giggle upon seeing Bobby’s obvious relief. “You can just put the food over by the bed.”

  He pushed the trolley to the far side of the bed. “Is there
anything else you need?” Bobby asked.

  “Nope,” Fiona said, shaking her head. She thought about the long day ahead of her. “Do you have a lot of work today, Bobby?” she asked.

  “Not really,” he said. “I was actually supposed to be off today, but your husband told my boss he’d give her a thousand dollars if she called me in to be a waiter today. So, here I am.”

  Fiona winced. Ace wasn’t her husband, but she didn’t see the point of correcting the boy. Besides, it was kind of fun to imagine Ace as a well-to-do husband, coming home at five sharp, just in time for the meatloaf to finish cooking in the oven.

  “Well,” Fiona said, “since you’re not busy, would you like to keep me company? I have a lot of waffles here, and access to some decent pay-per-view,” she pointed out.