Control (The Protocol, #1)

by Lasairiona Lewis

Speaking of shots, I miss another one, which snaps something inside me. I stamp my foot before running my hand along the shiny wooden edge. “I feel like the table is uneven or something.” “Here. Let me help you.” Thor’s voice is low and warm, with just the right amount of gravel to scrape across my skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Thor.” My body is alert. Hot and throbbing. Aching for his hands on me, and his dick inside me. Down. Girl. “I didn’t see you over there.” We both know I totally saw him there. I didn’t just see him here. My attempt at playing it cool isn’t working all that well. But thankfully for me, he’s got a smirk on his face that tells me he’s down to play my game. “If you had, you probably wouldn’t have thrown that adorable little tantrum you just threw, so I’m okay with that. Can I help?” It’s cute that he’s playing along, calling me out for my bullshit yet offering to help teach me the error of my ways. What a nice guy he is. I fold my arms around the cue. “Depends what your idea of ‘help’ is. Are you going to mansplain?” “I figured I’d do the stereotypical guy against your butt helping you aim thing. Skip the mansplaining and go straight to the man-doing.” I definitely want to be done by Thor, so I purse my lips, squint my eye as though I’m giving it severe consideration before I nod. “I’ll allow it.”

“I’m here with my girlfriends, lover boy. If you think I’m deserting my squad for some—albeit fine—dick, you don’t know the first thing about me. My girls will always come first.” I think I just came in my boxers. There’s literally nothing more attractive to me than a strong, independent woman who doesn’t fold on her ideals for a pretty face.

This man is orgasm Satan. He’s going to make me come until I die and join him in the underworld. “Check in.” He rubs his thumb on my clit as he lifts his head to ask me how I’m doing. “I can see sound.” He chuckles. “Check in, kitten. I’m not done with you yet, and I need to make sure you’re okay.” My clit is swollen, raw, and if he keeps drumming at my g-spot he might punch a hole through

my abdomen. But if he’s not done, I’m sure as hell not done either.

If this is my one-and-done shot with Thor’s tongue, I’m riding it all way to the end. And if my clit falls off when I get there, then I guess it’s just the price I have to pay for the best orgasms of my life. “Green.” “You sure?” Nope. I’m pretty sure he’s sucking my soul out of my clit piece by precious piece. Am I gifting my soul to the orgasm devil? Sure feels like it. Will I regret it? I dunno, we’ll find out. “I’...

I’m not afraid for my safety. Slade runs a tight ship. Even if Thor wasn’t radiating touch-her-and-die vibes from his every pore, Protocol has security. And every single unsavory incident is handled quickly and efficiently—or at least that’s what I’ve heard.