I leaned my head back against the tub as he drew more circles over my belly, across my hips, down my thighs. He massaged his way down my legs, pressed his thumbs into the soles of my feet until I moaned, then moved back up my calves.
He slipped one hand between my thighs and slowly rolledhis thumb over my clit. I relaxed into his touch. He slid two fingers inside me, stroking me inside and out. I bucked against his hand. He let me set the pace, whispering my name as I rode the wave of pleasure that rose up and pulled me under. My release started like a slow crest, then peaked and sent fire racing through my veins. He worked me with his fingers, drawing out the last bit of ecstasy while my body shuddered.
When I had the strength to open my eyes, his head was propped on his hand on the ledge of the tub. He grinned, looking pleased with himself. “Welcome back.”
I grinned in return. I was even more pleased with him. “What are you doing out there? Come in while the water’s still warm.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He stood and removed his jeans and jockeys. He was rock-hard, and I couldn’t wait to touch him.
I ran my finger over his erection and bit my lower lip. His dick pulsed in response. I sat up as he stepped into the knee-deep water. I kissed the side of his shaft and tongued the salty drop off his tip.
He sucked in his breath and braced himself with a wider stance. He splayed one hand on the wall behind the tub and cupped the other on the back of my head. He stared down at me, his eyes focused and tensed. Asking me,beggingme for my mouth.
With my eyes locked on his, I swirled my tongue over the smooth skin of his thick, hard dick, then palmed the base. I drew him in between my lips. At first, I sucked and licked gently, slowly. Then harder, faster. He pumped his hips to match my rhythm, making love to my mouth. With my lips, my tongue, and the gentle graze of my teeth, I dragged him closer and closer to bliss. When his nostrils flared and his lips parted in ecstasy, I took him deeper.
His body tensed. His shaft spasmed. He threw his headback and groaned as his salty-sweet cum spilled over my tongue. I drank him in.
When he finished, I kissed my way across his hip and sank back down into the warm, silky bath. With a satisfied sigh, he slid down into the water beside me. He tucked his arm around me and closed his eyes, still catching his breath.
I kissed his chest. “Well, I think we’ve learned a lot from today’s workshop.”
He laughed. “Have we? Please, share.”
“You learned that blow jobs are very, very good.”
He cracked one eye open. “I already knew blow jobs are very, very good. Although, I was reminded blow jobs from you are spectacular.”
“Hmm.” I smiled and cuddled against him. “And you learned the importance of good bath beads for silky skin.”
“That is something I did not previously know.”
“And I learned that some amazing benefits would come from living with you.”
He opened both eyes. “Are you serious? Are you saying yes to the condo?”
“That condo, a different condo.” I grinned at him. “The apartment over your parents’ garage. I’m saying yes toyou.”
He pulled me tight against him. “This is probably a good time to tell you I love you.”
“And an even better time to tell you I love you, too.”
As I said the words, I knew we’d made the right decision. When I was with Ben, I already felt like I was home.
30
SAVANNAH
On Saturday morning, I was gathered around the first-floor conference room with Ben, Ryan, Lang, and Kyle. Pasco was, per usual, parked at a computer, breaking through encryption layers and delving deep into the massive quantity of data we’d downloaded from the L&M servers and sending the files to Ben and me. Bond, who had responsibilities elsewhere in the agency, wasn’t in the building. Kat had a full roster of telecons she was taking in her office. That left me to be the last bastion of estrogen against eruptions of teenage-boy-esque sniping and gross humor.
More than once, I’d felt like I was fighting a losing battle.
But it was their attempt to boost our flagging spirits because the secrets we were uncovering were few and far between. I did find two secret corporate bank accounts and the HR data on the new staff in the Annapolis office. But they were far from smoking guns, and unless I could prove I hadn’t known about the accounts, I was probably just as culpable as Devlin for transactions. It was more than I’d had yesterday at this time, and a forensic accountant might be able to unravel the knots and find some of our stolen revenue, but we’d found nothing overtly criminal thus far.
Unfortunately, Ryan, Kyle, and Logan, whose deep-diveinto WCI and its followers was severely curtailed by the lack of warrants the agency had been able to procure, were coming up just as empty.
“I just got off a call with X,” Kat announced as she joined us. “The news isn’t great. WCI is in the middle of filing for 501(c)(3) status.”
Kyle glanced up from the pile of employment applications of the Maryland staff I hadn’t known I’d hired. “They want to be recognized as a religious organization? What happened to being a business management and self-improvement group?”
