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“I’m two seconds away from spanking you,” I warned as I took a step toward her. The topic of police officers was temporarily forgotten, as well as the reason she needed a personal day. It was just her and me, and this strong physical pull that we felt toward each other. We didn’t have to discuss it to know it was there. It was something neither of us could ignore, and right now, I didn’t want to focus on anything else but satisfying it. Surrendering to her body was the only thing I’d ever surrender to.
“Do it, I dare you,” she said in defiance. Then suddenly, an image of her surrendering to my firm hand flashed through my mind, and I wanted it even more. I could see the need in her gaze—maybe she needed this form of distraction even more than I did.
I took another step closer and placed my lips on her shoulder and ran my tongue over the skin. I could taste the salt of the ocean and smell it in her hair—at least she actually went snorkeling. The brat.
“You may not know this, but I don’t back away from dares,” I whispered. I felt my lips twist up into a smirk against her skin, and then I lightly bit her shoulder. She shuddered in my arms. I had her hook, line, and sinker.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” she said in her own whisper. Her head tipped backward, exposing her soft neck to me. I ran my tongue upward toward her jaw. She let out the tiniest of moans, and I could no longer hold myself back. I needed to hear her screaming my name as I buried myself in her.
I grabbed her arms and spun her around. I pushed her face into the bed so that her ass stuck straight out. I ran my fingers up and down her seam, and she let out another soft moan. I let go of her head and said, “Stay there, or you’ll regret it.”
“I wouldn’t dream of moving and missing out on this,” she spoke, and I swore her words were like a caress to my dick. It wanted to jump straight out of my pants and into her mouth.
“We’ve got exactly five minutes until the guys are expecting me back, so this is going to be quick,” I said.
She simply nodded into the bed and spread her legs a little further apart to help with balance. I pulled my cock out of my fly and quickly spit on it. After a couple of pumps in my hand, I lined it up with her opening, and then I plunged in. She groaned loudly, and I grunted. She felt perfect, like a home I never wanted to leave. I gave her only a second to adjust to my size before I started thrusting into her fast and hard. She reached underneath to play with her clit, but I smacked the hand away. I placed my finger there and massaged the bundle of nerves in a circular motion.
Her body tightened underneath mine as she worked her way toward her orgasm. Her breath was short and ragged. Her fingers fisted the sheets, and her back arched. I covered her mouth when her lips parted to scream. We didn’t need to be called out for loud sex two days in a row. She bit into my hand as I felt her clench around me. She cried out into my hand, the sound muffled, but still sexy as fuck.
Three more thrusts and I felt my toes curl as a wave of pressure was released. I pumped a few more times, determined to leave her with everything I had, and she sat there and took it like the good girl she was. I pulled myself from her with a groan, and she giggled as I left her on the bed with her ass up in the air.
I went to her bathroom to wash myself off, and when I came back she was already dressed. Fuck, she was fast.
“Am I lifted from my mission-related banishment now?” she asked as she slipped into a pair of sneakers.
I couldn’t deny the fact that she looked much better. I knew better than anyone that appearances could be deceiving, but if she could put up a front, then she could handle another distraction. “What the hell, why not? You already fucked that up,” I said, and then she shot me a shit-eating grin.
We left her room and met in Guy’s room, which we had turned into our meeting spot.
“What’s she doing here? I thought she couldn’t come back to the mission until tomorrow,” Garcia asked.
“What’s wrong? You weren’t prepared to tell me I was right until tomorrow?” Abby teased. I loved just how mischievous she could be. She was the kind of person that would keep life interesting. I needed that level of excitement in my life, and it made me realize just how badly I didn’t want to finish this mission, if it meant we would eventually part ways. I instantly felt guilty for the selfish thought. There were women suffering at the hands of traffickers and abusers, and I was worried about the new cool chick leaving. Pathetic.
“You told her?” Garcia asked me, his eyes narrowed. His tone was accusatory, but I could see right through him; he wasn’t mad.
“Duh, she was going to find out tomorrow anyways, but she broke the one rule we gave her before I even told her about today’s reconnaissance. I brought her up here so she could share what she discovered.” I bit my lip to keep from laughing.
“I had started to tell Adam about my encounter with the police,” she announced.
“God, woman, what did you do?” Yates asked as he slapped his palm to his forehead and slowly shook his head. He was so dramatic sometimes, but it was part of his weird charm.
“Nothing illegal. Cut me some slack, I’m an FBI agent who is really proud of her job. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.”
“Ignore them. Get to the part where I get annoyed,” I demanded, because we both knew I’d end up that way. She said it before, her superpower was getting under my skin.
She shot me another grin before she continued.
“Well, I started asking about the guy that Adam and I saved, Jeremiah. The police didn’t seem too happy that anyone was asking about him.” Her eyebrow raised, as if she was challenging us to guess what happened next.
“Not happy… How exactly did they leave you with that impression?” Jones asked.
She shook her head in disappointment. “They asked me how I knew about that, and I told them I helped save his life, and I wanted to know if he had survived so I could check on him. They tried to beat around the bush, lots of hemming and hawing. They didn’t want to give me any answers. It was like pulling teeth to get any sort of details. I asked if they had any idea who had shot him, and they became flustered, just like I wanted. Eventually one of them told me that Jeremiah died and they chalked it up to an accident. His eye twitched, as he avoided mine, and he nervously played with his belt buckle.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. Why would they lie?” Wells asked.
“If he was gone, they would have had no reason to lie and would have just said so from the beginning. He’s alive, I just know it. They figured I’d probably just give up and leave them be if they told me he had passed. They underestimated…”
“Your level of crazy,” I finished for her with a shit-eating grin.
