A Bientãƒâ´t! Until We Meet Again
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Until We Meet Over again
KD Robichaux
Contents
Title
Introduction
A Note From the Writer
Chapter 1
Affiliate 2
Affiliate iii
Chapter 4
Affiliate five
Chapter 6
Also by KD Robichaux
Acknowledgments
Until We Meet Again
Happily Ever Alpha Kindle World
A Order Alias Crossover
Introduction
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A Annotation From the Writer
Brian is 1 of the four main characters in my Club Alias series. They are a grouping of Doms who own a BDSM order, but are too mercenaries who piece of work tirelessly to clear upwardly bad guys who slip through the judicial organization's cracks. Those evil people who escape justice with their loads of money and fancy lawyers—my guys take care of them and make it all expect like karma.
Throughout my series, Brian ofttimes disappears to get on missions. My crossover novellas are those missions, which is why they are brusque and sugariness.
To catch up on my Social club Alias serial, you tin find them on Amazon in this reading society:
Before the Lie (Confession Duet Book 1)
Truth Revealed (Confession Duet Book ii)
Seven
Rendezvous: A Club Alias Crossover #i
Karma's Pawn: A Gild Allonym Crossover #2
Until Nosotros Meet Once more: A Club Alias Crossover #iii
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Chapter 1
"Bro, I take a mission for y'all. You listen coming into my office for a minute?" Seth'southward voice comes over the intercom in my own function down the hall from his.
"Yep, be at that place in a sec," I tell him, and hear him disconnect as I shut out the paperwork I'd been finishing up from my last chore.
It never gets old marking a mission Consummate. Knowing another asswipe is off the streets, unable to hurt anyone else, is satisfying in a manner that makes me feel similar I'm actually doing some existent good in this earth.
For as long as I can remember, always since the day I got out of the Ground forces all those years ago, I've been part of a team of mercenaries. Our leader, a psychologist we all affectionately call Doc, put together our group after countless years of feeling inadequate in his task as a therapist. Yes, he was doing his part to aid heal the victims of sexual assault and other horrific crimes, but after and then many of his patients informed him their attackers were fix free with barely a slap on the wrist, he couldn't have it anymore. Too many rapists and evil motherfuckers were getting away with shit just considering their fancy lawyers spun a skillful enough story, some using daddy's coin.
I stand up and walk over to my door, and as shortly every bit I open up it, the club'southward thumping bass-filled music fills the hallway. I tin can experience the sultry beat out in my chest, and it immediately makes me miss Clarice, my best friend. My secret lover. She'southward never been hither to my club before. But possibly anytime.
Besides having our mercenary squad, which is hidden behind a legitimate security company, the iv of u.s.a.—Doc, Seth, Corbin, and I—own and run a BDSM guild. Information technology was Seth's idea in the team's beginning, worried our other business organisation wouldn't bring in enough money for all of the states, seeing how missions were few and far betwixt. But soon, we were quite busy, word spreading of the men who acted as karma's pawns, taking out the bad guys the justice organisation let sideslip through the cracks.
I head inside Seth's office, closing the door behind me and shutting out the music, before sinking into i of his comfortable leather chairs in front of his desk-bound. "Whatcha got for me?" I ask, fix for any alibi to become out of here.
"Job only came in from Tennessee. An old college buddy of mine I've kept in touch with, Justin, called and said they take a problem. The PI company he works for caught and put this guy abroad a few months agone, simply—shocker—the rich bastard was able to exit," Seth says, typing away on his computer as his eyes behind his glasses move back and along across his giant screen. It's nothing compared to his "spaceship" he's got at his place, merely it still makes the computer in my office expect like a Game Boy.
"Oh, thank fuck," I exhale, drawing his optics to me.
"Not the reaction I was expecting." He lifts a brow.
"Was getting really fucking burnt out on these detective missions I've been going on lately. I'one thousand not made to figure out who the bad guy is. Cervix-downwardly work is good enough for me. Point me in the direction of the motherfucker, and I'll take him out faster than you can sneeze at him. Simply the whole putting together clues to discover who murdered Colonel Mustard with the candlestick in the ballroom thing… to hell with that for a while," I confess, not even ashamed to admit to one of my best friends that shit is way in a higher place my pay form. My final mission, ane a couple of hours away in Raleigh, seriously did some damage to my conviction. Hopefully, getting back to what I'thou really skilful at—murdering bad guys and making it look similar an accident—will make me experience improve.
He types a few more moments, and then his printer comes to life. Reaching into his desk drawer, he pulls out a manila binder and tucks the freshly printed papers inside, handing it to me with a smiling. "Well, here's your silverish platter, bro. This is a go-in, go-out task if I've ever seen i, and it pays damn well too. Looks similar a couple of families of some of the victims pooled together to go this fuckstick a one-style ticket straight to hell," Seth tells me, and I take the binder from him before standing.
"Thanks, man."
"Conscientious though, Brian. Wouldn't desire you to end up as a sex slave somewhere off in Eastern Europe," he warns with a chuckle.
I look dorsum at him over my shoulder. "Sex trafficker?"
"Yup." His grin turns evil.
"Oh, this'll be fun." I match his expression before heading home to pack.
"You're actually calling me at a decent hr? What is this sorcery?" Clarice's lyrical vocalisation fills my ear.
I'k sure she can hear the grinning in my vocalism. "Hello, lover. I've got a job. It'll be a quick one, thank God, merely I'd still honey for you to meet me. Where are you right at present?"
"I'1000 in Ashville. I only finished up a photo shoot at the Biltmore Estate for a travel magazine and was just about to go to bed before heading habitation in the morning. Where'due south your missi
on taking you this time, big guy?" she asks, the image of her naked form crawling beneath the hotel sheets causing me to pause and relish my imagination for a moment.
"Nashville. Did you drive or fly?"
"I flew. Gotta take my rental car back in the morning. I can abolish my render flight if you desire to pick me up on your way through. I always get the refundable kind… since I never know when I'll be receiving these rendezvous calls." She purrs the last role, and my dick twitches at the same time my heart thumps inside my chest, knowing she keeps me in mind, anticipating the next fourth dimension nosotros'll get to see each other.
Clarice has been my best friend since we met years ago when I was deployed to Transitional islamic state of afghanistan. She's a lensman and was there documenting everything for a magazine. Our friendship blossomed to include benefits of a concrete nature, and while my feelings have grown to unequivocal love—an emotion I never thought possible with my history—which I express to her in every way I can except verbally, she, on the other hand, chooses to hide her reciprocated feelings for me. Even though I can see it in her optics every time I brand honey to her. Hear it in her vocalization every time she says my name. Feel it in my centre every time she meets me on my missions, no matter how far or inconvenient information technology is. The way she worries virtually me… it's not the worry for a friend, no thing how close the connection. It's the worry of a woman who loves a man with every fiber of her being, the way I love her.
All the same, she still isn't ready to admit it.
I glance at my watch, seeing it's just 10:00 p.m. Ashville is merely four hours away. "If I get out right now, I can exist to you around two:00 a.m. I know my phone call came before than usual, but would you heed having a gentleman caller at a not so decent hour?"
She laughs, the sexy sound going straight to my cock. "Just as long as you hope not to be a gentleman when you get here."
Did I just come up? Pretty sure my pants are wet now.
"But, cute Clarice. That'south against our rules. I'k yours to use how y'all see fit until I've completed my job. And then I get to have you every bit my reward." As if she needs reminding. Information technology'due south been this style between us for as long every bit I can remember. Our switch relationship—if you can call information technology that—is the highlight of my very being. Giving myself to the tiny, curvy, night-haired vixen, assuasive her to dominate my 6'8" hulking body any way she pleases… just knowing the pleasure I give her with my submission is enough to light upwards my once darkened soul. And then at the end of every job, she gifts me with her own submission. Even though I'm one of four Doms who co-ain a BDSM club, she is the but woman I've been with since I met her. She'southward the but one I desire. And until she tells me I tin can no longer have her, she will exist the sole recipient of my domination, and she will forever be the but person on this earth to e'er phone call me their submissive.
"True story, big guy. I'one thousand at the Radisson, room 408. Now, I'm going to sleep until y'all get here. The Biltmore is freaking huge, and I'm beat. Drive rubber, and I'll run into yous soon," she orders, but equally I'm closing the door to my truck, throwing my purse in the back seat.
"Yep, ma'am," I tell her, and we end the call.
Affiliate 2
By the time I get to the hotel, I'thousand blurry-eyed and wearied. All I desire to do is curl around Clarice's soft body and sleep until it's fourth dimension to render her car. But the moment I lumber out of the lift and to the door, her proximity hits me like a shot of adrenaline directly to my heart. I knock, and as shortly every bit I hear her approach on the other side of the door, I'm wide awake and bracing myself for my offset glimpse of her.
She opens the door, with one paw rubbing the slumber from her beautiful eyes, and when her vision is clear, her smile lights up the entire hallway as she beams up at me. "Hey, big guy," she murmurs, taking a step back to let me in.
When the door is closed, I spin u.s. until I have her pressed against it, bending down to whisper in her ear, "Such a practiced girl, Clarice. Squeamish to run across your punishment for answering the door naked concluding time actually worked."
She shivers every bit she laughs lightly, her arms crimper around my neck. "Nah, I was just freezing my tits off. I couldn't figure out how to plough the damn AC down, so I bundled up."
I growl at her sassiness, though I tin can't assist the smile tugging at my lips. "Let me ever find out you opened a door naked without me on the other side of information technology, and I'll be forced to apply my skills on some poor, unsuspecting delivery guy. You wouldn't want that, would you, lover?" I nibble upward the column of her neck, feeling her hips jerk frontwards against me.
"Aye, yeah. I know. And no more going commando under skirts. Got it. You know, you sure are snobby for non having completed your mission yet." She raises her perfect eyebrow at me, pursing her lips, which I buss quickly before bankroll away.
"Pardon me." I give her a bow, placing my mitt over my heart and grinning at her. When I stand up to my total, towering height, I let my haversack fall off my shoulder and land at the foot of the rex-size bed.
She takes a step frontwards, crossing her arms and sending her luscious breasts up to her collarbones. God, what I would give to press my face between them just to breathe in her scent.
"How nearly nosotros play a little game?" she prompts, walking over to the bedside lamp and turning it on.
Combined with the bath light that was already on, I can come across her perfectly conspicuously at present, and fuck me, she's equally cute as ever. Her long, dark pilus reaches the center of her back, causing my optics to move downwards to her total, circular ass that'due south covered in cotton pajama pants. I smile, seeing they're the ones she stole from me a few missions agone, the bottoms so long on her they pool around her feet, considering she's more than a foot shorter than me. When she turns back to face me, my gaze travels upwards to her hardened nipples behind her light grayness tank tiptop, just begging me to toy with them. Finally, I meet her eyes, my heart speeding when I see the mischievous look in their twinkling depths.
"What kind of game, lover? I'm surprised yous aren't tying me up and forcing the details of my new task out of me." I articulate my throat, trying to articulate away the huskiness as I watch her approach me slowly, the sway of her hips and the bounciness of her breasts similar a siren's call direct to my cock.
"Who says I'thou not?" She smirks, walking around me in a circle and dragging her hand effectually my waist as she goes. When she reaches my forepart once more, her fingers trail downwardly until she strokes my length behind my zipper, and my eyes momentarily close. "Only kidding. I won't be tying you up, just I do want those details."
When I open up my eyes again, I look down into her impish face up, savoring her attention. "And then what kind of game?" I echo, anxious to be within her tight heat as she teases me.
"How about… for every detail you give me, nosotros'll lose an item of habiliment? Kinda like strip poker, but without the cards," she tells me.
"I'll see your game, and raise you. I accept a folder full of non only details nearly the case… only photographs as well." I wiggle my eyebrows at her, watching her face light up. My crazy daughter. She lives for law-breaking shows and serial killer documentaries. Sometimes I think she keeps me around just to be close to the action.
"Deal," she chirps, and then twirls around before bouncing onto the finish of the bed. She places her hands behind her and leans dorsum on them, cocking her caput to the side and giving me an expectant look.
I square myself with her as she looks upwards at me, and cross my artillery over my breast. "The task is in Nashville. No detective work this time. Seth'due south onetime college friend, Justin, works for a individual investigator slash compensation hunter, and they're paying me adept money to take out someone well deserving of my skillset."
She looks me up and downwards, bitter her full lesser lip. "Shirt," she commands with a lift of her mentum.
Without hesitation, I grasp the bottom hem and elevator my T-shirt over my head, watching her breasts rise and fall with a sigh at the sight of my bare chest. I love the way I affect her so easily.
"I'm glad they're paying you for this i. That last one stressed y'all out way t
oo much for it to exist a pro bono case. Y'all're as well giving sometimes," she scolds gently. Simply she has no idea what I would requite to call her mine. "Go along."
"Javier Flores was kidnapping women and selling them as sexual practice slaves in Eastern Europe. Justin and the guys were able to take hold of him and put him away, but he was acquitted, thanks to all the money he had hidden away and a team of the sleaziest lawyers this side of the Mississippi," I tell her.
She tilts her head to the other side. "Shoes," she instructs, and I toe off my brown leather boots, kicking them away.
This time, I don't wait for her prompt. "They've got eyes on him, watching his every move. They don't want to run a risk him kidnapping anyone else, and then instead of waiting for him to do just that, they want me to take him out. And since a few of these women died in transit, he fits my code—life for a life."
"Jeans," she says, sitting up and tucking her legs beneath her. "How did the lawyers go him off?"
When my jeans autumn to my feet, I step out of them, standing before her in merely my black boxer briefs and white socks. "They were able to convince one of Flores's employees to falsely confess to the crimes, along with fake alibis for Flores himself."
She lifts her arms, pulling her hair up in a high ponytail and somehow making the movement look sensual as she uses the rubberband effectually her wrist to go along it in identify. "Hmmm. I'm going wiiith…" she draws out, before finishing, "underwear."
I milk shake my head and chuckle, hooking my thumbs into the top of my boxer briefs and yanking them down. When I stand back upwardly, my erection bobs up and down, practically waving at her to draw her attention.
A Bientãƒâ´t! Until We Meet Again
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