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She sucked hard and worked her hand up and down his shaft even harder, and Antony saw stars. The tingling started at the base of his spine and intensified as it moved up.
“Lesley,” he said, teeth gritted. “You’ve got about 10 seconds to make a decision here.”
Lesley chuckled and released his cock from her mouth, letting it bounce off her tongue as she leaned back. “One day I’ll let you come down my throat,” she said. “But this time, I want to watch your face.”
Antony traced his thumb over her bottom lip and shoved the tip into her mouth, smiling as she raked her teeth lightly across the pad. “Dirty, filthy mind. I’m in heaven.”
He thrust his hips when she grabbed him firmly in her hand and stroked him. He gulped a breath and froze. “Les,” he said.
She responded by cupping his balls with her other hand and lightly flicking her tongue on the underside of his cock.
Antony groaned. “Last chance, Lesley. Jesus.” He put a hand over hers as she stroked him off and put his other on her arm to keep balance.
The light from the bedside lamp cast her face in shadow, but he could see her smiling at him and saw her eyes glittering as she watched him. He was close, so close, and then she moved her fingers just behind his balls and stroked the sensitive skin there.
“Oh, fuck!”
At the first pulse, she leaned back and pointed his cock at her tits, still stroking hard and steady. He thrust into her hand and gasped for air.
“This is what I want,” she said, looking up at him. “Fuck my hand.”
When he finally came down, she leaned forward and sucked the tip of his cock back in her mouth.
Antony yelped. “Hey, hey, hey, easy there. Oh fuck. Lesley.” He tried to move back. Finally, she let him go and leaned back, grinning. She patted the bed next to her and he collapsed, pulling her down and kissing her until she was squirming against him.
Lesley got up. “Let me go clean up real quick,” she said. She leaned over and unfastened his crutch, setting it on the floor at the foot of the bed. “Get comfy. I don’t plan on us leaving this bed soon.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lesley stood in the doorway, watching Antony on her bed. He’d moved up and was laying in the middle of the bed, eyes closed. One arm was over his head, while the other was resting across his middle. His muscles, lean but solid with maturity, were relaxed. She was contemplating crawling up his body when he interrupted her thoughts.
“Like what you see?”
She grinned. “Thought you’d fallen asleep.” She hopped on the bed next to him and yelped when he grabbed her and pulled her onto his chest.
“I’m not that worn out.”
Lesley reached down and tugged a blanket up over them. She traced her fingers over the muscle lines on his abdomen and chest, stopping to circle the many scars that dotted over his skin.
“What’s the story behind these?” she asked, running her fingers over the four thin black bands that wrapped around his right forearm, just below his elbow.
“Memorial ink.” Antony moved a strand of hair from Lesley’s eye and tucked it behind her ear, not meeting her eyes. “We lost four people that day in the attack.”
“One for each. Were they from Texas as well?”
He shook his head. “No. We—Simon and me—we knew all of them from other assignments. Two of them were agents. The other two were MPs. We all just happened to be in the same shit place at the same shit time.”
“I’m sorry.”
Antony pulled her down to him, and she let him tuck her head under his chin. “Me, too. Fucking waste of some damn fine humans.”
She continued to play with the hair on his chest. “I wonder if it’s all worth it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’ve spent the last 15 years doing this job. Gathering information, analyzing shit. Now, training people to do this same shit. Hoping that it makes a difference, that it keeps people from ending up like your friends.”
Antony gripped her tighter. “I think in the end it does. At least to the people we work with. You just gotta remember that not everything can be analyzed. The person who did this to my friends decided to blow up their car. Maybe it was an order from whoever, maybe it wasn’t. But you can’t live your life with the what-ifs running through your brain. Take the wins, no matter how small they may seem.” He kissed her temple. “Trust me. I’ve spent a lot of time in therapy to come to terms with this.”
