Dangerously Yours: 2 (Loving Dangerously) by A.M. Griffin Page B

His cock sprang free.
    Between heavy eyelids, Jess watched it twitch and bounce with need. She licked her lips and dropped to her knees in front of him.
    This was why he dealt with her. No pretty words needed. No compliments expected. He held his cock by the base and palmed her head, pushing her open mouth over his dick.
    Jess moaned as she greedily engulfed him. She relaxed her throat, sliding all the way down to the hilt. A skill she learned in the brothel. She raised her head only to spit on the tip. Tightly, she fisted his swollen shaft and pumped. She spit two more times, working it in as lubrication. Her tongue flicked out to swirl his slit. Kane groaned as her head descended again.
    Kane leaned back and sighed. He needed this to forget about the princess. Jess’ tongue swirled on his head again before her mouth slid down the length of him. The muscles in his jaw tightened as she made another slow descent to the base. She was an expert but to tell her so would get his ass kicked. He sifted his fingers through her short, brown, spiky hair.
    If only these were golden locks.
    Kane stiffened. Shit, not again.
    Jess lifted her head. “I’m going to suck your dick so good.”
    Kane winced. Jess didn’t have Sa’Mya’s lyrical voice.
    Her strong hands grabbed his cock, fisting it.
    “Feed me your big, hot dick,” she said in what he imagined to be her sexy voice. Argh .
    Kane squeezed his eyelids tighter, trying to block out the visual in front of him. It didn’t work, his erection faded fast.
    He imagined a golden beauty on her knees. His stomach flipped and heat spread across his skin. Instead of calloused hands, he imagined soft ones gently rubbing his balls, milking them from his core. His cock throbbed and pulsed with engorgement.
    “That’s right. I want this big dick inside me.”
    Erection gone. Damn.
    Jess planted her mouth on his cock and continued to suck, trying to coax his limp cock to a more glorious size. Nothing.
    She let his shaft drop in a flaccid heap on his thigh. “What the fuck is the matter with you?”
    Kane pulled his pants over his traitorous member. “Sorry. I thought I was ready.”
    Jess straightened in a huff. “You know what? I’m so tired of dealing with you. Your wife is dead—gone. I’m not waiting around for you to get hard anymore.”
    She didn’t offer him a backward glance before she left.
    If she’d turned, she would have seen the stunned look on his face. His wife had not been the female in his thoughts.
    Holy shit. What’s wrong with me?

Chapter Eight
     
    “Sire.” Aiden bent his head and approached the hand-carved desk that was specially made for Umar. “We have lost contact with the transporter carrying the princess.”
    Aiden’s hands shook as he twisted them together. He fought the urge to fiddle with his meager brown servant robe. He hated talking directly to Umar and especially coming to his office. Unfortunately, he would have this job from now on, seeing how the previous aide had been “reassigned”.
    Umar’s office had more space and furniture than any of the servant’s quarters. All the furniture was expertly crafted by the finest artists and made from highly coveted Dostrian wood. His furniture had been transported across the galaxy by armed guard. Yes, it was that expensive.
    The paintings on the walls and the glass vases and statues lining the shelves were also done by the galaxy’s highly coveted artisans. Just like Umar’s personal quarters, his office dripped with an abundance of credits.
    Umar seemed to ignore him. The fact that Umar’s menacing eyes weren’t glaring at him should have made Aiden feel better. But it only put Aiden on high alert.
    “Sire,” Aiden said again, this time projecting his shaky voice louder. Umar opened one light-colored eye and stared at Aiden through a narrow slit. Aiden inhaled and quickly stepped away. “We…we have lost contact with the transporter.”
    “Explain yourself.” Umar closed his eye again