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My eyes roam over his ripped physique as I try to catalog all of the tattoos that cover his body, but my eyes keep drifting back to where he has his hand. I really wish I could see what he is doing better. I wonder if his junk is pierced too. I’ve never had sex with someone with pierced junk. In fact, of the two times I’ve had sex that was by choice and not part of the job, it was completely underwhelming. Miller looks like he’d know what he was doing. Fuck, I bet he could hate fuck me into oblivion. He’s so pretty, and if I could gag him, it would be perfect. My core tingles with the thought, and I pinch myself hard. What the fuck am I thinking?
“Like what you see?” His husky voice startles me from my dirty thoughts. Fuck! He’s staring at me with a smirk on his face, but his eyes are molten heat as he continues to stroke his length. “You can come over here and give me a hand if you want. I hear that you’re no stranger to using sex to get what you want. How about if you suck me off, I’ll let you ask me five questions?”
I must take too long to think about it, because I see his eyes widen in surprise, and I chuckle. “Dude, did you expect me to get upset about you propositioning me? Like you said, I use sex all the time. You’re right, I did want some questions answered, but I was wondering if I had enough time for an orgasm before someone noticed I’m missing and came looking for me. I wouldn’t want to be caught breaking the rules on the first day.”
His hand hasn’t stopped moving while we’ve been talking, and as I step into the room, his gaze wanders over my body. “Gothic princess was not what I was expecting when I pictured you undercover. I have to say I’m surprised. I thought you’d be a Jessica clone, a perky cheerleader. This is a good look on you.” His gaze comes back to my face. “It makes me hard as fuck to see my marks on your face. I liked marking you. Would you let me mark you again? Come closer and take your top off so I can paint your pretty tits with my cum.”
Holy hell, this guy is filthy as fuck, and I would be so here for it if he wasn’t such a dick. I spy a tissue box on a cabinet, so I step over and pull a couple free before tossing them at him. “Can you just hurry it up? I want a briefing, and then you can go back to loving on yourself.”
He smirks and calls my bluff, or what he thinks is my bluff, but I desperately want to see what he looks like when he comes. He pushes his briefs down with his other hand, and holy shit, his dick is big. My mouth waters, and I have to check that I’m not actually drooling as I watch his hand speed up. A glint of metal catches my eye, and I step closer for a better look. He has piercings in it, and not just one. He has a row of five bars lining the shaft. It’s all I can do to maintain my nonchalance and not reach out to touch them. I pretend to check my watch for the time just so I can hide my fascination, but when my eyes flick back to him, I see his abs contract before thick, white cum paints them. My gaze flies back to his face. He has his eyes closed and his head thrown back in pleasure, his neck muscles straining, and I almost fucking spontaneously orgasm at the sight. Biting my lip, I contain the groan that wants to escape.
“Want to lick it clean?” he asks, jolting me out of my own fantasy, and I wrinkle my nose in pretend disgust.
“I have no interest in playing games with you, Miller, so just get on with it.”
Sighing and pouting with mock disappointment, he uses the tissues I threw at him to clean up his ripped abs and then tosses them in a nearby trash can before righting his briefs and covering his still semi-hard cock. He grabs a shirt off the bed and pulls it on over his head.
“Happy now?”
“Perfect, thanks.” I look around his room, spying the window I think leads to the tree, and without asking permission, I head over to it. Again, it has no screen on it, but this time when I lift it, the window slides smoothly and quietly. I breathe out a sigh of relief as I feel Miller at my back. Poking my head out, I see it’s an easy leap to the tree in either direction and decide this will be my way in and out. Now I’m stuck with the issue of how to get to town quickly.
I pull my head back into the room and slide the window closed before spinning and looking at the asshole who is now right up in my personal space.
“Do you mind?” I ask and push him back, and he moves, but he’s lost his trademark smirk, and he’s frowning.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, I need a way to get out of the house undetected, and I can’t go out through my own bedroom window, so it will have to be yours. How do you get to town if you need to?” I ask him, leaning back against the window frame and crossing my arms.
“I message one of the guys, and they pick me up at the end of the road.” He seems happy to share information now, so maybe we can be professional about this after all. He takes a seat at the desk chair nearby.
“Is the wooded area the driveway runs down on public land, or does it belong to this place?” I ask him.
“It belongs to this place. Why?”
“Well, I was thinking we could hide a motorcycle in there, and then we wouldn’t be at the mercy of your team. Leave it with me, I’ll come up with something. Now, I can’t say I wasn’t a little surprised to see you here. Dad never told me that he had another agent in the house. How long have you been here?”
“A little over three weeks. And your dad lets us run our ops how we want. He’s our handler and tells us only to contact him if we need help.”
Huh. I didn’t know Dad handled another team. I thought it was just me.
“We thought this would be a good place for one of us to be, since five of the more recent missing teens originated from here. I didn’t know he was going to send you here as well.”
“It probably won’t hurt to have us both here. They don’t seem to specifically target male or females, so either of us could be considered a target. Have you looked into the Standishes?”
He rolls his eyes at my question and sighs like he’s annoyed, but he answers it. “Yes. They were the first people we looked into. They are upstanding citizens in the community who are praised for their charity work with unwanted children. They attend church regularly, and James works for a law firm.” He spins around and opens up the laptop on the desk, tapping at a few keys until five photos fill the screen. “These are the five who went missing from here.”
I push off the windowsill and peer over his shoulder. Each of the kids are attractive teens with smiling faces and nice bodies. I can see why they were targeted.
“All were good students and worked part-time jobs, from what we can ascertain. The only thing they had in common is that they all came from families where there was no chance of reconciliation. The parents were either dead or incarcerated, and they had no extended family. There’s nothing to suggest that any of them were doing anything illegal on the side like dealing drugs or flesh. They were genuinely good kids.”
“So the only reason they were picked is because nobody would miss them, and the only reason anyone noticed they were gone was because Mrs. Standish invited them for Thanksgiving. What about school friends? None of them know anything or have heard from them?”
“No, we checked. They tended to stick together and didn’t really have any outside friends.”
“Which made them an even better target,” I muse.
He opens another file. “These are the other kids from this state who have gone missing, which is what prompted the governor to bring us in.” There are about twenty faces looking back at me. Again, he clicks on another file, and in it are hundreds of headshots of attractive teens. There isn’t an ugly kid in the bunch. “Lathan did some digging, and when he put in the parameters of foster child, no relatives, and missing, this is what he came up with. Every one of these kids have disappeared in the same kind of circumstances as the ones here.” A few of them have red marks on them.
