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"Also, I will not turn down a chance to win money by participating in a wager for money on sexual relations.”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
"Is there anything you need, Everett?" James asked, donning a bored expression.
"Nope, I just wanted to check on you lovebirds. See if you need anything," Everett said.
I sighed and shook my head. "I'm fine, thank you.
"Ok," Everett said, shrugging. "Just wanted to say hi." He looked around the room, sniffing loudly before adding, "It smells like sex in here, by the way."
"Ok, time to go." James pushed him out of the room. Everett laughed loudly as he was shoved out of the room. James closed the door and locked it. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. He means well."
Yeah, he does."
"I need to run into town. Do you want to come with me? James asked. "We can get breakfast or something if you want."
"Did you just ask me on a breakfast date, Agent Buchanan?"
He gave me a boyish grin and came toward me, kneeling on the bed before me and leaning in. My heartbeat quickened. The way he looked at me like he could devour me left me breathless.
His face was inches away from mine, and I could feel his breath on my skin. He moved closer, and his lips brushed against mine. I tilted my face up and let him kiss me. His kiss was passionate and tender at the same time. I felt my body tremble as I felt the warmth of his touch, his fingers brushing against my thigh as he slowly lifted my nightgown up.
He pushed me gently back on the bed and spread my legs apart. His lips kissed the inside of my thighs as he trailed kisses down and buried his face in me. His tongue flicked my clit, teasing me, and he pushed a finger inside, performing a figure-eight motion. My thighs were dripping wet, a combination of his saliva and my arousal. I cried out in pleasure as his tongue worked its magic, my body trembling with each touch. I felt myself creeping closer to the edge with every lick. When he started sucking, I couldn't stop my orgasm, and I came hard, arching my back and crying out his name.
He grinned up at me, his face glistening with my cum, licking his lips and tasting my pleasure. My body was still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment when I realized how loud I had climaxed and the volume at which I called his name.
But he wasn’t done with me. He flipped me over, yanked my hips back toward him, and entered me in one thrust, pushing himself deep inside me, further than he had gone before. As soon as he started thrusting into me again, I knew I wouldn't last long. James started fucking me fast and hard. His fingers dug into my hips, causing me to scream out in pain—but pain that I relished right now. I tried to keep myself from climaxing, but the familiar wave of pleasure consumed me. When James started kissing my neck, his own moans in my ear, I couldn't hold it anymore. I pressed my face down, my moans muffled by the mattress as I came again. James let out a guttural groan, his orgasm following mine.
"You feel so fucking good when I am inside you." He whispered against my cheek.
"I don't know where you've been all my life, but please don't go."
He looked at me with a serious expression, "I'm not going anywhere."
James took me to Voila, a breakfast place next to my plant shop. The restaurant was tight and cramped but cozy, with ivy creeping up its walls like veins coursing through an arm. We ordered our food and talked for hours on end, delving into stories of our time before everything changed. His voice filled with excitement as he recounted his dangerous escapades as a Navy Seal--the friends he made, the places he visited, the people he lost. Every word that left his lips tugged at my heartstrings, and it warmed me to see him smiling when he spoke of his antics with his trusty second-in-command, Brock.
Brock was James' Bravo 1. He glowed with pride when he talked about them as if they were an immortal duo. He told me stories of their daring adventures that captivated me, each vivid detail sending goosebumps down my arms. I watched his face light up with nostalgia, and it felt like I was getting a glimpse into a part of himself that he kept hidden from the world. Brock had also left the Navy and joined the FBI when James did, but he had been in the Miami office for the past eight years.
"When this is over, I know he would love to meet you," James told me. His face lit up as he thought about seeing his old friend again.
I loved seeing him smile. It was almost impossible not to feel his happiness when he was happy. "I would love to meet him."
He looked at me with reverence. He smiled like he was preparing to say something else, but his phone rang. He answered. "Hey, Chief." He mouthed the wordsorry. "I'm in town, so I can be there in a few minutes. Ok, see you soon."
He hung up, put his phone in his pocket, and looked back at me with a sad smile. "I'm sorry, but I need to meet Chief Brash."
"Chief Brash? Everything ok?"
"I'm sure it is, but it's urgent." He waved the waitress down for the bill and threw down way more cash than our meals cost. "You can ride along, or I can have one of the other agents drive you back home."
"I'll come along."
He nodded, and we left the restaurant.
When we got to the car, he entered an address on his GPS. He drove us to an industrial section of old steel mills on the outskirts of the city. As we arrived, there were several police cars with flashing lights. They had put crime scene tape around the entrance to one of the mills. I watched Everett and Sarah pull up in another SUV, and James unbuckled as Sarah got into the back seat.
