All Chapters of Solid Gold (Unseen Enemy 8): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Yes. It was a golf thing and he showed up in his gorgeous car, all smiles and flash, and he paid attention to me in a way that nobody ever had. He brought me punch, and he asked me questions, and he listened when I talked. He was a perfect gentleman and he asked my father's permission to see me again, and Dad said yes. So he came up the next weekend for a barbecue in our backyard, and he was so attentive to me and Mom, and he was respectful of my Dad, and he was so smart and successful. He just... he swept me off my feet, you know? And not just me. My parents, too. We were all enthralled by him."Griff could see it, actually. Wilbur Worthington was a smooth-talker – there was no doubt about that – and if he'd spotted the sweet, shy, sheltered blonde girl, he'd have been able to talk her into anything. Her overprotective parents would have been a harder sell, of course, but if he'd paid the proper respect and had dazzled with his charm and money, then they'd have come to see him as th

He shot to his feet, hauled her up and on to her own. His mouth descended on hers, too hard, too rough, but he couldn't stop it, and anyway, she didn't seem to mind. She moaned and melted in his arms, and that was when he picked her up, right off her feet.Claire looked up at him, alarmed."Jack –"No. No, she couldn't call him that name. Not now, not in this moment.He carried her to the bedroom, tossed her onto the bed with no grace. She stared up at him, and he quickly leaned over her, took her mouth. She moaned again, longer and lower this time, and that was when he pulled back."Not one sound," he growled at her. "Not one word. Not one noise." And for the love of Christ, don't call me 'Jack'."But..." she protested faintly."Not one word, kitten. I'm gonna take you, and you're gonna come without making a sound. Not one, or I stop."Her mouth opened in shock, but she stayed silent. She shut her mouth, then bit her lip."Good girl," he said approvingly as he removed her glasses. "

"How you doin', baby?" he muttered. "You with me?"She nodded, exhaled with a sated sigh."Good." He kissed her forehead. "You enjoyed that, huh?"She rolled her eyes mockingly at the obvious before nodding again."You need to take a breather before we carry on?"Those eyes flared, and a sassy little spark took hold. She shook her head."No?" Griff said, his hand moving over her hip. "You all set?"She nodded."Me too." He sat up, finished unbuttoning his shirt. She bit her lip when he removed it, and with a shaking hand, she traced the lines of his muscles, the cords of his shoulders, the scar on his neck. He'd removed his I.D. tags as soon as he’d taken this assignment, and he still felt oddly unbalanced without the cool metal against his skin – but her sweet, shy touch was a more-than-acceptable substitute.He let her explore his massive upper body a bit, let her run her fingers through his blond hair, let her trace his collarbone and abs. Then, when he couldn't stand it anymore, h

And that was the woman that Griff had made love to the night before. That kick-ass angel, the one who had walked away from the easy option, the one who had found her pride and dignity, and who wasn’t interested in giving those things away to anyone, not for any price. The one who had fought for what she had now, and even though it wasn’t much – not by society’s standards, and certainly not when compared to her life before – it was hers. Griff finished talking and Dallas stayed silent, just turning it all over in his head. Finally, he spoke.“OK, man.” Dallas sighed. “OK. I believe you.”“Yeah?” Griff said, almost afraid to believe it. “Really?”“Really. I mean, I’ll have to do some independent checking this morning, of course, but I’m prepared to admit that we’ve had the woman wrong from the word go. I’m open to that.”“The op?”“If I find what you claim that I will, then it’s over,” Dallas said. “We’ll leave Claire in peace, to get on with her life.”“You’ll tell Leeza?”“Of course.

Claire moaned as he touched her most secret, softest place. He was so delicate, so careful, and his caress made her think – for some insane reason – of butterfly wings. His fingers moved lightly, gently, and she threw her head back and just luxuriated in the sensation of being touched.Griff smiled as he watched her start to lose control already. Watching her face, he slid one finger inside her honeyed channel, then a second one. Her head fell forward again and her eyes opened wide with heated need, and Griff wrapped his free hand around the back of her neck and tugged her sweet mouth down to his. He kissed her, hard, then slipped his tongue between her lips. He thrust it in and out, slowly, and thrust his finger in the same rhythm. Slow, steady, strong. And Claire began to lose her goddamn mind.“Oh, God,” she whispered as he reached deeper inside her straining body, kissed her deeper. “Oh, God… please…”“Hmmmm,” he hummed. “Please what, baby?”“Please… more.”“More of this?” He teas