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He slid his slacks and boxers off his hips. He was long and thick and hard and ready. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his dick. “Get on your knees and lick it off,” he told me.

I knelt, ran my tongue over his head, and lapped up the salty drop.

“Wrap your fingers around the shaft.”

Gripping the soft skin of his hard dick, I stroked him slowly, gently. I was tingling with anticipation. I’d never been so desperate to take a man into my mouth.

A phone buzzed. We both jumped.

“Are you expecting a call?” he asked.

“No.” I grabbed my shorts off the floor and pulled the phone out of my pocket. I stared down at the name on the screen.

He saw it, too. “Luka Kovac?”

“I don’t know why...” Now that I knew Luka was the dangerous Kovac, a shiver of fear ran down my spine. I hated myself for it because, damn it, I used to be so fearless.

“Because you’re writing a puff piece on him,” TJ said. His tone was flat and didn’t reveal any emotion. “You should answer it.” When I still hesitated, he added, “He’ll get suspicious if you ignore him.”

I knew TJ was right, but I also knew this would be the end of our interlude together, and since we hadn’t discussed this happening in the first place, it might never happen again. But TJ was already zipping up his pants. I set down the phone, jumped to my feet, yanked on my shorts, and pulled my T-shirt over my head in a matter of seconds. I picked up the phone again. TJ nodded. I nodded back.

I forced a fake smile, hit the answer button, and said hello, hoping it didn’t sound like anything had changed.

7

TJ

I had lost my fucking mind.

That was the only explanation I could come up with for the fact that I’d been about to get a blow job from Ashlee Armand, the reporter HEAT was supposed to be watching, protecting, and spiriting away from the Carbonados, if it came to that. I’d been saved by a phone call from a very bad man with ties to the Carbonados, a man who needed to be kept away from her at all costs, which meant I wasn’t even meeting the bare minimum requirements of my job to keep her safe.

But hey, if this whole mission went to shit, if the feds ended up on the wrong side of a first amendment lawsuit, if Kovac caught on to her secret investigation before we could take him down, I’m sure the Senate subcommittee would be glad to hear that at least I had stopped—or had been stopped—short of putting my dick in her mouth when I was supposed to be protecting her. It didn’t matter that she had willingly participated and had certainly seemed to enjoy our afternoon together as much as I had. I was the one who knew the kind of threat Kovac and the Carbonados posed to her. I was the leader of the best team at HEAT. I was the one who needed to remain in control at all times.

And playing a sex game where she acquiesced to my demands was not the kind of control I should have been exhibiting.

I zipped up my pants over my raging hard-on and pulled on my shirt. Ashlee jumped to her feet and pulled on her own clothes, less her bra. Her pale blue T-shirt was stretched tight across those gorgeous tits that had just been in my hands and my mouth. Jesus, I was reacting like a high-school virgin, desperate for his first time, not a grown man with years of experience and a job to do. I took a deep breath and looked at her face, that beautiful face with the spray of freckles across her nose and her flushed cheeks. I nodded to her to take the call. She nodded back and answered.

“Hello.”

“Ashlee, draga,” I heard Luka say as she adjusted the phone so she could grab a pen and notepad.

I wanted to wring his neck just for calling her by a Slovenian term of endearment.

“Luka, so nice to hear from you.” She was out of breath but quickly covered. “Sorry, I had to run to find my phone.”

She glanced at me as she listened to him. I took slow, even breaths and buttoned my shirt.

“Alone?” she asked in response to something he said.

Don’t lie, I mouthed to her. I knew they weren’t running a surveillance op on her because HEAT had been, but there was always a small chance he could find out she had company some other way. Asking nosy neighbors. Hacking into doorbell cams. Yes, I’m paranoid. It’s in my job description.

“Actually, I’m with a friend,” Ashlee was saying. “But no worries. I can talk.”

I watched her face for any sign of tension or concern. She looked unhappy as she listened to whatever Kovac was saying, but not unduly upset.

She forced a smile. “Yes, Renalda.”

Shit, Kovac’s spies at the embassy must have shared Ashlee’s plan to meet with the wife of the small-time arms dealer who’d been at the party. I doubted the woman knew much about her husband’s dealings with Kovac beyond understanding that she should stay out of it. Her clueless husband had suggested the meeting with Ashlee, probably hoping to curry favor with Kovac by having his wife sing Kovac’s praises. TJ hoped the woman hadn’t paid too dearly for her husband being an idiot.

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