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He picked up his pace, and he reached around me to place a hand on my left breast, and the other went loosely around my neck. If anything, it was to help stabilize my head as he pounded into me from behind, but I couldn’t ignore the insinuation of rough play, and I quite enjoyed it. His hand pinched my nipple, and I cried out.
“Do you like this?” he whispered into my ear.
“Yes,” I panted.More than you will ever know, big guy.
“What about this?” he said and reached down to touch my clit.
“Yes,” I said with a whimper. He could throw me off the roof of the building and ask if I liked it, and I’d say yes if it meant he’d fuck me after.
“And this?” he asked as the finger on my clit increased the pressure there.
“I like it so much that if you stop I might have to kill you,” I said breathlessly.
“Well, who am I to tempt death?” he asked and put his mouth to my neck, gently nibbling on the skin as his finger and his dick made me climb higher and higher to the peaks of ecstasy.
“I’m going to come,” I warned as my hands reached behind me and played with the hair on his head. I tugged on it, so he’d feel a bit of pain, to hopefully send him over the edge; we were running out of time.
He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. The groan and curses that left his throat as I tugged on his hair told me everything I needed to know. That, and his extra rough thrusts, told me he was right there with me.
I leaned my head back as my muscles clenched, lightning shooting up my spine. His thrusts continued until he grunted and began to slow down. When they stopped completely, we stood still for what felt like thirty seconds, just heavily breathing—basking in the sex afterglow. He pulled out, and it felt like he took a piece of me with him. That realization had me at a loss for words. I wasn’t ready to feel something like that. Maybe it was just the clear expiration date in my head. Bob would be here soon, and within the next twenty-four hours or so, I’d help the agents raid the compound, and this would all be over. I’d fly back home, and I’d never see Adam again.
“We need to clean up and get going. They are expecting us any minute,” Adam said to my back.
“Of course.” I pulled up my pants and made a mad dash to the bathroom to clean up and then traded places with Adam. “So we’re good now?” He leaned against the bathroom doorway, his shoulder against the trim.
“Yeah, we’re good,” I answered with a fake smile.
He might be good, but I was feeling anything but. He made me feel things that I didn’t want to feel. I didn’t want to miss him when he stood right in front of me. My sadness should be caused by Lilith’s death, not mourning a relationship I never had in the first place.
“Then let’s go.” He nudged me out the door.
I tried to ignore my heart—which somehow climbed up my throat. Instead, I focused on getting my head in the game. We rejoined the others and quickly exited the resort, taking the stairs and exiting out the back. It was getting dark as we stepped onto our rented boats in Potter’s Cay with no issues.
Me: We’re on our way to stake out the compound again.
Bob: Remember we’re on our way. Don’t take any action unless they are trying to move the victims. If they do, get some evidence of that.
Me: Understood.
“Remember, we are just here to observe. The team of agents are on their way.” I pinned them with a warning glare. “We aren’t using any of this equipment unless the traffickers make moves to relocate the victims tonight. Got it?”
They all gave various acknowledgments of understanding.
“I have to say this, even though I don’t want to. I can’t have anyone going rogue. Not when we are so close to wrapping this up with a nice little bow. If I give an order, you understand that it’s because I am a federal agent. If you don’t comply, you are resisting an order given by law enforcement and hindering a federal investigation?” I asked.
They all nodded.
“Glad we’re clear. I’m looking forward to a nice, quiet night of babysitting.”
Our boats left the dock, and Wells guided our speedboat toward the canals on the west side of the island. Jones followed in the yacht behind us. We remained quiet, because while it was dark out, it wasn’t late. People were still out and about on the beach, and we didn’t want to draw any attention to ourselves.
When we were a mile from the entrance to the canals, we stopped. We waited in silence as Guy and Garcia watched from the windows inside the rental home. Guy had the drone hovering at the house with the night-vision camera to see if he could pick movement outside. Jasmine, Christine, and Yates all had fishing poles out on the yacht, giving us the cover of tourists out night fishing. None of us spoke, and none of us really even moved, except for the occasional cast. We were all in our own heads, waiting for this to all finally be over. I thought we all wanted to know that the women inside were safe and sound, being returned to their families.
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
Bob: ETA four hours. Any activity?
Me: None yet. We’re outside of the main waterway. Watching via drone. Guy and Garcia are in the rental house keeping a close eye.
