Above and Beyond – The Beginning: Chapter 5

Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here. Part 3 is here. Part 4 is here. Still NSFW. 

Chapter Five

Roxy shovelled noodles into her mouth like it would be her last meal. By the way Rob was packing it away; he’d worked up an appetite too.

She looked away when he looked at her. Felt kind of weird to try and make small talk over Singapore Noodles after the way they’d explored each other’s bodies. The actions and feelings were intimate, yet there was no way they could possibly be.

She’d paid good money for him, and he presumably would be doing this all again with a different woman tomorrow. Less than twelve hours, and she’d be fighting off the mozzies in the village.

There was some work she had to do online, and some calls to make. She’d had her money’s worth, way more than that. She should sleep and then do her research before she had to get back on the small plane. But a part of her didn’t want to break the connection with him, the in-control girl wanted to hold on a little bit longer.

“You want me to go?”

She glanced at him. “What makes you think that?”

“Vibes.”

“I have some stuff to do before I go back tomorrow.” She shrugged not wanting to commit to telling him to go. This huge suite would be empty without him.

“You could go the next day.”

“Can’t. I hitched over on a small motorboat, and the flights only go once a week.”

“Okay.”

“So really I should get my stuff done, and sleep.”

“Yeah. Still, a sleep cuddled up to you would be awesome.”

What? “Does that happen with other…clients?”

“You aren’t other clients.” Honesty shone through his sparkling eyes.

Roxy’s heart flipped over. Stop with the feelings crap, she told herself. He is paid to sleep with women. Lots of women. “Special favours?”

“Something like that. You don’t want to be alone yet, do you?”

“A couple of hours sleep. That’s all.”

Goddess. It was the only word he could think of as her pert backside pushed into him, and her taut nipple hardened under his fingertips. Her deep breathing told him she slept; her occasional murmuring told him of her satisfaction. The scent of her soft hair told him he didn’t want to hold another woman, ever.

Exactly the position he couldn’t afford to be in, and he should leave now. Stuff it. What harm had been done? They’d both gotten something they needed, and she didn’t have his last name. Plus she was safe. Safe in his arms.

Her toned body pushed back into him again, and he responded. Her nipples, taut and irresistible, perked further as he coaxed each in turn. His erect cock pressed lengthways between her moist folds and he moved back and forth in silent rhythm. Slow, so as not to wake her. She murmured, and he stilled. How easy it would be to slip inside her tightness. Instead, he resumed his strokes, and she pushed back into him. He snaked his hand down her belly, the softest of her flesh was there, but beneath he felt the powerful muscles. Soft hair met his fingertips and he rested there a while. Could a woman orgasm in her sleep? Her arousal was clear as his cock slicked between her folds, but he never entered her. She was hot and moist making his actions easy. He parted her, pressing a fingertip to her clit. She moved, murmured, gave a slight tremble, then breathed out and relaxed. Rob kept a steady, calm stroke going with his cock. He wouldn’t fuck her. Not without protection. Her body tensed, and her breath shortened. He slipped two fingers between her pussy lips and heightened her arousal with fast pulses until Roxy whimpered a little and he knew he had her on the edge. He slowed. He kissed her shoulder, and then nipped it with his teeth. She shuddered. Those pre-climax trembles started and he kept his finger moving over her engorged bud, pressing a little more, working into the very centre where it was most sensitive.

The way she reacted to him, even in her sleep, had him on the edge of control. Her panting came hard and a small cry in the back of her throat signalled her release. Rob couldn’t hold his back either, and he let go to a slow, powerful orgasm that rocked his body.

When her body had stilled and her breathing had evened again, he tightened his arms around her. She moulded back to him, a perfect fusion, and Rob felt happy. He didn’t have much experience with the emotion, but he was certain this was it. With a woman who thought he sold himself for sex.

Best damn sex he’d ever had. Would ever have, because he knew that Roxy had been uninhibited for a good reason. She had paid for an experience — she had no expectations to fill. If he confessed now, she’d feel embarrassed and hurt. She’d feel violated and used. He knew those feelings well, and he wouldn’t put her through that.

In time, he’d forget the softness of her skin, the way she screamed as she came, the shudders her orgasm gave her, the orgasms he gave her. He’d be off this case in a month. His boss assured him arrests would be made by then and the case closed.

Meanwhile, he’d be back in Tassie, doing the right thing for once. For the rest of his life. Fuck.

Final installment is tomorrow! We hope you’ve been enjoying this story!


20833In the sticky, steamy jungles of Papua New Guinea, they fight for the lives of the world’s most vulnerable people. They didn’t expect to have to fight for their own.

All investigative journalist Roxy Williams wanted was a hot one-night stand: quick, dirty, and completely one-off. A business transaction to ease stress, loosen tension, and allow her to get right back to her job — exposing the heart-breaking realities of people smuggling. So when all hell breaks loose in a small village on Papua New Guinea, the last person Roxy expects to see is her one-night-stand and male escort, Rob, with a boat, a beach, and an escape plan!

Rob is supposed to be long-gone from this assignment, but after their one night together, he can’t seem to let Roxy go. Using all his resources, Rob risks his job to keep track of her — and when a huge storm threatens, he goes after the sexy journalist. Now they’re together, in danger, and fighting for their lives. People smuggling is a big money industry, and the smugglers are playing for keeps.

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