UNDER by Lisa Renee Jones
King, is a man who keeps to himself, having learned the hard way that letting
people close to you, trusting them, might just get you killed. A lesson he
learned when members of his Special Ops team turned dirty, while others, men he
considered friends, died. He made them pay. He made them hurt. He put them in
jail. And so he doesn’t trust anyone anymore. He keeps his women hot and fast,
his friends few to none, and his clients through the elite Walker Security at a
professional distance, but safe.It works for him. Until it doesn’t.
His newest job should be simple and cut and dry. Jewel Carpenter, the daughter
of the CEO of Carpenter Enterprises, is receiving death threats. He’s to
protect her and find out who is issuing the treats.
Simple. Cut and Dry.
Until it’s not.
Until the chemistry between he and Jewel is all about love, hate, and sex. But
even as he fights the attraction to Jewel and discovers there is more to her
than meets the eye, the real threat comes not from the threats she’s receiving,
but the connection she has to him. Because his past has come full circle, and
those men he’s made pay for their sins now want him to pay. And what better way
than the woman in his bed?
says, his voice low and rough. “I’m breaking every rule I own with you. I don’t
fuck women I’m protecting.”“You could hand me over to someone else,” I suggest, “and it won’t matter.”
“Not a chance in hell,” he says, his hand sliding under my hair to cup my neck.
“We’ll break the rules together.”
“I’m not sure I like how you do ‘together’.”
“I’ll make sure you do,” he promises, his lips slanting over mine, and this
time he kisses me like he owns me, like he wants to control me, and like I
really am his, like I belong to him, and in this very moment, I can honestly
I am. I want him, and I can’t get enough of him.
And how can it ever be enough when he’s this damn impossibly hot, and he’s such
a damn good kisser. The way he makes me want his mouth on every part of me and
the way he makes me want my mouth on every part of him. And so, there it is.
I’m his, but I’m going to make damn sure he’s mine, too. I kiss him back as
passionately as he’s kissing me. I meet him stroke for stroke, arching into
him, telling him I am here and present, and I’m not even close to afraid of him
or of this. He doesn’t get to control me. He isn’t making me do this. I control
me, and I choose him and this.
Arching into him, his shoulder holster and mine are in the way, and I want them
gone. I want him naked. Just to be certain that he knows that’s where I want
this to go, my hand presses between us and I stroke the hard line of his shaft.
He groans low in his throat, a sexy rough sound that tells me he gets the
point. This isn’t his show. It’s ours. It’s us together, or there is no show,
with or without our clothes on.
His reaction is to tear his mouth from mine, his lips lingering there though,
as if he wants to kiss me again, and just when I would kiss him again, he leans
away just enough to shrug out of his jacket. I take one step backward, and do
the same with my blazer. I reach down and pull off my boots and he does the
same. Next, we disconnect our shoulder holsters, and the truth is, it’s the
first time I’ve ever been with a man who is probably more armed than me. That
feels significant when it perhaps is not. He’s not a cop. He’s not that kind of
career complication. He’s a Green-fucking-Beret, and one hell of a hot one, for
He sets his weapon on the couch and snags my hand, walking me toward him and
taking my holster and weapon as he does. “Just making sure you don’t end up
shooting me before this is over,” he says, setting it with his before shackling
“I told you I’ll wait until after the orgasms.”
“Careful,” he says, a hint of a smile on his lips again. “I might hold that
orgasm and you captive.”
“You can try,” I say, but my head isn’t in the game in this moment, and somehow
my hand is on his face, right by the almost smile, that seems to have
complicated what should be sex, an escape, a way to pull back the emotions that
umbrella stirred in me. That smile reminds me that Mr. Robot is his wall, his
way to cope with death, with whatever makes him protect Jesse Marks.
He captures my hand. “What are you thinking?”
“That you have on too many clothes,” I say, before I let this go someplace emotional,
somewhere that two people like us never want to go.
My hands press under his shirt, but he doesn’t immediately give me what I want.
He studies me for several beats and then kisses me hard and fast. Too fast, but
I get over it when he pulls his shirt off. He cups my face and kisses me, his
hand sliding up my shirt, his touch fire that has me helping him pull my shirt
over my head. Letting him drag me to him where he now sits on the couch. I
straddle him, my bra somehow gone by the time I’m there. But my hands press to
his shoulders, and I hold him at bay. “I will still arrest you if I need to,” I
promise. “This doesn’t change that.”
“You aren’t going to arrest me any more than you hate me.” He glances down at
my chest, his gaze a hot caress as it rakes over my breasts, my nipples, before
his eyes meet mine. “Because you know I’m protecting you.”
I ignore the ache between my thighs. Or I try. “From what? The slayer or the
Jesse Marks damage patrol?”
His hand slides between my shoulder blades and he molds my chest to his. “Do
you really want to talk about Jesse Marks right now? Because if you ask me
questions, I’m going to ask you questions when I’d much rather be inside you,
giving you as many reasons as I can not to arrest me. But you pick. Conversation
“Both,” I say, because it’s the truth. I want answers and I want the
conversation my emotions are having in my head to shut up. “Fucking first.” I
push away from him and stand up, unbuttoning my pants, sliding them down my
hips, and he watches me with that unreadable, robot expression that is
admittedly sexy as hell. I press my lips to his and that’s all it takes.
We are crazy, hot, kissing, his hands on my breasts, my nipples, my neck. I
can’t touch him enough. I can’t feel him enough, can’t get close enough, and
that’s new to me. I don’t need anyone the way I feel I need this man. I don’t
want to need anyone this much, but it’s too late. At least, right here, right
now, I do. He rolls us to our sides, facing one another, the wide cushion of
the couch more than holding us and the next kiss isn’t fast and frenzied. It’s
long, drugging, and somewhere in the midst of his tongue stroking my tongue, I
end up on my back with the heavy weight of him on top of me…
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My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I loved the suspense in this story. I also loved the characters. I enjoyed really seeing Jacob progress and change throughout the story. This was sweet. It was suspenseful. It was emotional and definitely sexy with a connection that really shows the chemistry between the main characters. I enjoyed it and was thoroughly entertained. I am never disappointed by Lisa’s writing and I am looking forward to reading more in the series.