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She pauses, then says, “You get only one, Brother. No more passes. Ever. Are you certain you’d like to use it on Mildred’s granddaughter?”
Of course the Brotherhood knows--they keep tabs on all their operatives--but Sister Jezebel’s smugness still rankles. I glance at the hallway where Lena’s off-tune song continues and Jinx sits, his green eyes trained on me. Can I give this up? Walk out on Lena and throw away my chance with her? Jinx’s whiskers twitch. I guess I have my answer.
“Use my pass.”
Sister Jezebel clears her throat. “It’s done.”
The phone goes silent, and I toss it to the floor as Lena prances into the room, a fluffy robe wrapped around her.
“Ditch the clothes.” I pat the bed next to me. “I want to kiss every inch of you.”
She bites her lip. “That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble,” she scolds, but she drops the robe, giving me a view that could kill a lesser man.
I crook my finger at her. “Come here, tigress. It’s time you got tamed.”
13
LENA
Ilet out a long sigh as Heath runs kisses along my shoulder. The warm shower and his mouth are putting me to sleep. I’d slipped under the spray to help myself wake up. I have no idea how long I’ve been in bed with him. Hours, days, weeks? It doesn't matter, because it’s been wonderful. It couldn’t have been weeks because the water is still on and the power is working. They would have shut it off by now for nonpayment. I do know there have been a few shared showers and meals in bed. And sex. So. Much. Sex.
“Feeling dirty?” His voice rumbles through me.
“You found me.” I turn in his arms.
He was gone when I woke up this last time. When my eyes opened, sunlight was pouring into the window, and I’m guessing Heath slipped next door to get himself some coffee. I probably should get one of those fancy machines he has so that he can have coffee here. The other solution is that we could just live together.Okay, Lena, pull it back. Let’s not send the man running with the stalker tendencies I have towards him. Heath never leaves except to grab stuff so maybe these stalking feelings go both ways. I still get turned on when I think about how jealous he got over me when the valet made that comment. I shouldn't have enjoyed it, but I did.
“Why are you smiling so big?” He starts to wash my body for me.
“You’re naked in my shower.” That is reason enough to smile. He doesn't have to know it’s partly because of his jealousy. No need to poke that beast. Or maybe I should poke it a little? That’s terrible of me to think. Oh, well. We can’t all be perfect and innocent. Everyone has their flaws. Except Heath. So far, he doesn’t have any flaws. I thought I’d found one with him being work-obsessed but he hasn't brought up anything work-related in the past two or three days. That’s my honest guess on how long it’s been since we stumbled into my house and he’s spoiled my body with pleasure.
He nips my neck. “Me naked? That all?”
I slip my hands up his broad chest to wrap around his neck, then pull him down for a kiss. It’s been at least an hour since he’s had his mouth on me. So, forever, basically. He comes willing, giving me what I want. Our mouths meet as he kisses me deeply. I moan into his mouth. How have I lived without this?
I eventually let him finish washing me and then return the favor by sliding my hands all over his body. I pay extra attention to his hard cock, loving that I’ve made it that way.
“Your phone keeps ringing,” he tells me as he pulls me from the shower and starts drying me off.
“I know. I need to talk to Kimber, or she’ll show up here.” I’ve sent a few texts, but it isn’t enough for her. She let that fly at first but now she’s at her limit. She jokingly threatened me in our last text and made me promise I would call. I don’t blame her. I’d feel the same way if the roles were reversed.
I should’ve called her when I realized Heath had gone to his house this morning. I would’ve been able to give her all the juicy details of the best few days of my life. My story is going to be a little more tame since he’s here, though.
“Get dressed. Talk to your friend.” He gives me another kiss. “I’m going for a run to work this off.”
I glance down at his cock. “I can help.” I start to reach for him. He grabs my wrist in a gentle hold.
“If we start, we both know that we won’t stop. Call your friend. I’ll run.” He shifts, popping his neck and then rolling his shoulders. I’m guessing a man of his size is used to working out. I’ve seen him run on the treadmill for hours at a time. I’ve also had him over me, under me, and behind me, pleasuring me for hours. So I know he’s in tiptop shape.
“Okay, fine.” I turn, making sure that my elbow hits my small bottle of perfume on the side of my sink. Heath’s hand reaches out, and he catches it in the blink of an eye. No denying his cat-like reflexes. It’s probably another reason that Jinx favors him. To me, it’s confirmation that he’s a spy. How else could he just work whenever he wants to and go traveling the world at the drop of a hat? He sets the bottle back on the counter, and his eyes meet mine in the mirror. He gives me a look that says he knows what I’m doing. I try to feign innocence. I’m not sure it works, but I get a kiss on the shoulder and a slap on my bottom that makes me yelp in fake pain before he slips out of my bathroom.
I smile in the mirror at myself. I keep calling him a spy, and he’s not denying it. I don’t know if either of us is joking, but at this point he could be a hired hitman and I probably wouldn't care. Not after experiencing the things that his mouth can do. My phone starts ringing again. Crap.
I dash for my bedroom and grab it off the nightstand. “I’m alive!” I say before she can mouth off. She glares at me through the phone. I was happy when Heath said he was going for a run. Not because I wanted him to leave, but now I’ll get to have girl talk with her.
“I know you’re alive. What I don’t know is what you’re doing over there.” She smirks as her death glare slips away. “Okay, maybe I know who you’re doing, I just don’t know much else!”
I flop back on my bed. Jinx goes flying into the air with a loud meow but lands on his feet. “Sorry!” I tell him, not having noticed that he was on the bed. He blends in too well with my comforter. I should probably get more adult bedding if I’m going to continue doing sexy times in it. These poor kittens don't need to see or be a part of the things Heath and I do.
