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“Maybe,” I admitted. “I like gawking at you.” I went back to him and pushed him gently to sit on the mattress, then settled in next to him. “Ready?”
“That’s romantic,” he teased.
“For me to change your bandage, dumbass.” I chuckled softly as I reached out and peeled the first bandage off the front of his arm. “Does it feel hot or swollen?”
“Not yet,” he said, grinning over at me. “But we just got started.”
“Holy hell, Seamus,” I hissed. “What has gotten into you tonight?”
He opened his mouth, probably to give me another smart-ass answer, but before he could I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.
We melted into one another, our bodies turning so I could climb over him, pressing his back to the bed as I slid my tongue over his.
“God,” I whispered against his mouth. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamed about doing this?”
“Probably about as long as I have,” he admitted. “Last time we worked together, I literally had no idea if I’d rather punch you or fuck you. And I was so confused I just didn’t act at all. I just let you go, and I swear to fuck, Max, it’s the biggest regret of my life.”
“Well, I had to go,” I reminded him, sliding my hands over his pecs as I looked down into his eyes. “There was never going to be a permanent place for me on the squad, so don’t beat yourself up too badly. We’re married to our jobs, Seamus. Always have been and always will be. And when this is over, you know I’ll have to leave again.”
“I know,” he said, nodding. “But we have tonight, right?”
“There’ll be a lot of nights,” I assured him.
At that moment, that was all I could promise him. Because yes, I was crazy about him. Always had been. Hell, if pressed, I’d even say I was in love with him. But he and I were government operatives. We didn’t have the luxury of dictating where we worked, or who we worked with. At any moment I could get a call and be on a plane halfway around the world. That was just how it worked.
So even as I lay there on top of him, desperate to kiss him, to fuck him, to fall even more in love with him, we were already looking at a clock that was running out of time.
What kind of relationship could we possibly build under those conditions?
“You know,” Seamus said, his hand coming up to cup my jaw. “For a covert operative, you have a very expressive face. It was like I watched you time warp to the end of this.”
“I’m done hiding from you,” I promised him, covering his hand with my own. “I’m done lying to you and showing off for you—”
“God, I hope that’s not true,” he interrupted with a smirk.
“Well…” I leaned down and kissed him again, moaning against his mouth when his arms closed around me to hold me tighter against his body.
We were both already hard, our erections pressed against each other through our jeans, and I couldn’t stop my body from rutting against his, the need for friction too strong to resist.
“If you make me come in my pants like a teenager, I’m going to have to kill you,” Seamus growled, his mouth moving over my face to nip firmly at my jaw.
“Well, you’d better take them off then,” I warned him, grinding harder against him.
He shoved me off his body and we both scrambled to our feet, stripping our clothes off and tossing them aside before rushing back together, our bodies slamming into one another as our arms tangled around each other and our mouths collided once more.
Seamus was so firm and smooth and warm against me. I could feel moisture pooling between us, and it drew a harsh, guttural cry from my throat. I broke from his lips and lowered myself to my knees in front of him, flicking my gaze to his as I slid my tongue up his shaft.
“Fuck,” he cried, his fingers digging into my shoulders as his head dropped backward, lifting his gaze to the ceiling.
I lowered my own gaze to his cock, holding it in my fist as pre-cum pooled at his tip. My tongue darted out again, swiping over the tart fluid before I took his crown between my lips and sucked gently against it.
My grip around him tightened as I shifted to move further down his shaft, swallowing as much of him as I could take before easing back off of him.
I wanted him inside of me, desperately wanted to feel him stretch me open, take me, make me his. But as I moved over him again, his tip hitting the back of my throat, more pre-cum dripping onto my tongue and driving my senses insane, I knew had to bring him with my mouth. I had to. The desperate need to feel him spasm between my lips, to taste his full release pour down my throat was just too much to resist.
Curling the fingers of my free hand around his balls, I massaged them gently as I jerked my fist over his shaft and managed to take more and more of him with each downward slide of my mouth over him.
“Fuck, Pony,” Seamus cried, his voice hoarse. One of his hands moved from my shoulder into my hair, his fingers gripping my strands as he pushed me further toward his base and I desperately tried to take it all.
