Ignition: Agents of Ensenada Prequel

by Tess Summers

  “As much as I want to just lie here all day with your arms around me, we probably should get up. We have a big day of celebrating ahead.”

  He rolled off her and propped his elbow on the bed to rest his head on his knuckles while he watched her slowly roll over. “Should we start with breakfast?”

  She quickly glanced over at him. “Do you even have to ask?”

  Dante laughed out loud as he leaned down to kiss her temple. “That’s my girl.”

  ****

  Ruby

  I’m his girl. This was so bad. And yet, so, so good.

  She’d decided she was going to enjoy his birthday weekend, revel in being in love, and not worry about a damn thing except making sure he wore a condom when he fucked her. The last thing she needed was a baby Guzman in her belly. A birth control implant or even pills would have worked so much better than relying on condoms in her line of work, but she’d tried them all, and they had really fucked with her hormones—to the point that she would cry at the drop of a hat, so that quickly ended that.

  Emotions had no place in her profession. At least, they weren’t supposed to.

  I am so fucked.

  She chided herself—Not gonna worry about that until we get back to Ensenada.

  This weekend, she was going to be Ruby Rhodes and enjoy her time with the only man she’d ever fallen in love with. She wasn’t going to allow herself to think about their expiration date.

  They stayed on the patio of their bungalow after they finished breakfast, and she smiled brightly at him. “I got you a present.”

  He cocked his head. “You did? Why? I have everything I need.”

  Reaching into her purse, she pulled out the professionally wrapped gift and handed it to him. “Because I love you, and I wanted to.”

  She was going to get in as many I love yous she could while they were still in the bubble.

  Dante stared at the package in his hands for a long minute, then slowly lifted his head to look at her. When he did, he was beaming.

  “Wow. Thank you. This is really thoughtful.”

  “You don’t even know what it is!”

  “Still, you took the time to get me a present…”

  She cocked her head and furrowed her brows. “It’s your birthday. Of course I got you a present.” What kind of asshole did he think she was?

  “I just don’t get a lot of birthday presents.”

  “Well, that’s obviously going to change now that I’m in your life.”

  Ruby clapped her hands when he lifted the box to his ear and shook it. He smirked and set it on the table when she started to bounce up and down in her seat.

  “Oh my god! Open it!”

  With a wink he ripped off the wrapping paper and opened the lid of the box then stared at the watch for a long time before lifting his eyes to hers, not saying a word.

  Her face fell. “You hate it. I knew I should have bought you another Rolex.”

  Dante immediately reached for her hand across the table. “No! I don’t want another Rolex—this is perfect. I just can’t believe you bought me this. I fucking love it.”

  She tried to act humble and shrugged. “I just know how much you like nice watches and thought this would be a perfect addition to your collection.”

  Dante pulled it from the grey velvet inlay to examine it closer.

  “I had it engraved,” she said quietly, wanting to kick herself for not having something more sentimental inscribed.

  He turned it over, and his brows knitted together as he read the inscription. “You didn’t include your name.”

  “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I’d forgotten that part until I got it home.” It was a lie, but it wasn’t like she could tell him why she hadn’t wanted to include her name.

  There was something about the way he nodded at her explanation then glanced at her out of the corner of his eye that struck her as odd. He quickly covered it up with a smile and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “That’s okay. It’s not like I can forget who gave it to me.”

  “I hope not.”

  “Not a chance.”

  He took his Rolex off and slid it into the box, then fastened the TAG Heuer around his wrist. Holding his arm away from his body, he twisted his wrist as if to catch the light from different angles to admire his new timepiece.

  “This is my new favorite.”

  “Really?”

  He leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. “By far, baby. I love it.”

  It was ridiculous how happy that made her.

  Dante stood, the box in one hand while he reached for her hand to help her up with the other. Instead of taking his offered hand, she held hers out. “I can put that in my bag.”

  “Oh, thanks.”

  Ruby dropped the box in her oversized purse and stood up while he made a show of trying to peer inside her bag. “What all do you have in there, Mary Poppins? I mean, besides the kitchen sink.”

  “Ha ha. You won’t be laughing if you need a Band-Aid or a granola bar later though.”

  “You need that big of a purse for a Band-Aid and a granola bar?” he teased.

  “There’s other stuff too,” she said, turning her body away from him as she zipped it up.

  “Like what?”

  They both reached for each other’s hand at the same time, then started walking toward the beach without discussing their destination, as if they both felt the pull of the water.

  “I don’t know. Just stuff. Didn’t your mom ever carry a purse?”

  “Yes, and I wasn’t allowed in it. So women’s purses are like an exotic mystery for me now.”

  She chuckled at his fascination. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. There’s nothing that interesting in my bag.”

  “Aw, don’t spoil the illusion.”

  “What do you think is in here?”

  “In your purse? I don’t know. Dildos? Lingerie? An umbrella? Listening devices?”

  She tried not to react specifically to ‘listening devices’. It would seem suspicious—although it was odd that he would bring something like that up, even in a joking manner.

  “Why, on God’s green earth, would I have any of those things—other than maybe the umbrella?”

  He shrugged with a grin. “I would think a dildo would be far more useful than an umbrella.”

  Ruby let go of his hand and wrapped her arms around his biceps with a smug grin. “What do I need a dildo for? You tapping out on me already, old man?”

  The birthday man pfffted. “Not a chance, princess. Not a chance.”

  Chapter Ten

  Dante

  “Why on earth would I have any of those things?” Ruby asked like she was astonished at such an idea.

  I don’t know, maybe because you’re a fucking spy?

  He didn’t say that, of course. He’d continue to play her game while still occasionally lobbing some big, fat beach balls in her court with the hopes she’d eventually spike one and come clean.

  No luck so far.

  Regardless, the day had been perfect. He couldn’t have scripted a better birthday.

  Fucking the woman he’s in love with at midnight when the day became official—check.

  Being woken up with her mouth on his cock—check.

  Receiving an amazing, thoughtful birthday present from her—check.

  Snorkeling with her on the reef and enjoying watching her marvel at all the sea life while she’s in her bikini—check.

  Slipping away and fucking her behind a dune—check.

  Eating a delicious birthday meal at a 5-Star restaurant—check.

  Fingering the most beautiful woman in the room’s pussy under the table—check.

  Eating said pussy for dessert in their private bungalow on the beach—check.

  Having his cock sucked in a side alley on their way back to the bungalow from the restaurant—check.

  Ending the day with her bare-breasted, in his arms, the scent of her filling his senses while she whis
pered she loved him—check.

  Like he said, perfect day.

  If only she were real—or at least confide in him she was really Kennedy Jones.

  He kissed her hair and sighed. For this weekend only, he decided it didn’t matter.

  Ruby lifted her head to look at him. “That was a big sigh.”

  “Just sad the day has to come to an end.”

  She began laying soft kisses on his chest. “It was a great day.”

  “Almost perfect.”

  “Almost? What would have made it perfect?”

  He decided to lob one of those beach balls at her. “Knowing your father would approve of me dating you.”

  “You sell drugs, remember?”

  Technically, I supply them to the people who sell them, sweetheart, but hey… Obviously she wasn’t going to take the opening he just gave her.

  “In all seriousness… do you really think your family would not approve of me?”

  He decided to use the term family because he knew she didn’t have a father growing up.

  “I think…” she straddled him and kissed his neck. “I think they would meet you and fall in love with you just like I did.”

  He was naked under the covers, and the feel of her bare pussy on him was bringing his cock to life.

  “Perfect! When do you want to introduce me?”

  She dragged her lips up his neck to his ear. “Can’t we just enjoy our bubble this weekend and talk about this when we get back to Ensenada? We still have two more days to try and achieve perfection.”

  “Baby. There isn’t a thing I would have changed about today. I mean that.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever had a better day,” she agreed, while brushing her stiff nipples against his chest and moving her hips in circles over his.

  “I think I’ve created a monster,” he quipped as he pulled her hips down while thrusting up between her pussy lips.

  She dished it right back. “There’s just something about an older man…” she purred with her lips against his. Dante reached behind her head and pulled her mouth to his—his tongue quickly exploring and tangling with hers while she continued grinding on his cock.

  He pushed his cock inside her wet pussy. “We know how to fuck, huh?”

  “God, yes, you do,” she moaned as she began rolling her hips on his dick.

  He watched her, mesmerized. Her tits bounced up and down, and she piled her hair on top of her head with her eyes closed and head thrown back while she made little whimpers and moans. It was sexy as fuck to watch her ride him.

  He reached between her folds and began polishing her hard clit. That threw her rhythm off, but she leaned back on his thighs, opening her pussy a little, then quickly resumed her tempo.

  If he’d learned anything about her these past ten days, it was she liked when he was dominant and aggressive, and she liked it when he talked filthy to her.

  Dante slapped her inner thigh. “Spread your fucking legs.”

  Like the good submissive she was, she immediately slowed her pace and spread herself wider so her little pearl was peeking out at him.

  He resumed rubbing her clit and chuckled when he felt her getting wetter, “Such a dirty, little slut, riding my cock with your legs spread.”

  She began bucking up and down on his dick while pressing her clit against his hand. Her eyes were closed tight, and she started to moan loader.

  “Do you like being my dirty slut, Ruby?”

  Channeling her inner porn star, she grabbed one tit and squeezed. “I love it, sir.”

  Dante gave her clit six quick slaps. “What do you love?”

  “I love being your dirty whore, sir. Being used for your pleasure.”

  Holy fuck that’s hot.

  He rubbed her clit harder and faster. “Are you going to come, whore?”

  She whimpered and bucked her hips faster. Dante thrust up into her.

  “You better fucking come. Come right fucking now!”

  He felt her pussy gush, and she chanted, “Oh my god, yes. Yes! Yes!” as her movements became uncoordinated and eventually, she collapsed forward on his chest.

  Wasting no time, he quickly flipped her onto her back and began to fuck her missionary style—leaning down to suck on her stiff nipples as he did. She arched her back in reaction to his mouth on her tits and dug her fingers into his hair.

  “I love how responsive you are to me,” he murmured before pulling a pink bud between his teeth.

  “I love everything you do to me,” she moaned in response.

  “That’s my girl.”

  He cupped one tit in his hand and kneaded while he moved his mouth to her neck, never wavering in his tempo of fucking her pussy. She shocked the hell out of him by turning the tables and talking dirty to him.

  “Your cock feels so good inside my pussy. Mmm… yes, sir. Please fuck me. Fuck your little slut. Give it to me.”

  That did the trick, and he grunted, “Where do you want it?”

  “Ohhh, my tits. Please. Come on my tits.”

  Her words made his balls draw up, and he barely pulled out in time to paint her tits with his cum. It was more than he was expecting, considering it was the fifth time he’d come in less than twenty-four hours, and he loved the sight of her covered in his seed.

  “I’m coming on your face tomorrow,” he warned as he cleaned her off with a towel. “Then later on, I’m drizzling coconut oil all over you and fucking your ass while I fuck your pussy with a dildo.”

  She took the towel from him and wiped a spot on her side he’d missed, then tossed it toward the bathroom and snuggled in next to him.

  “Mmm, baby. It’s a good thing you’ve worn me out, otherwise I’d be up all night in anticipation.”

  “So fucking perfect,” Dante murmured as he switched off the light and wrapped an arm around her.

  He needed her to come clean with him—soon—because he wasn’t fucking letting her go.

  ****

  Ruby

  She’d had more sex—with a partner—in the last ten days then she’d had in the ten years prior to meeting him. Okay, maybe not ten years but close to it. And still, she couldn’t get enough of him. Just looking at his sexy, regal face made her want to strip off her panties and mount him or drop to her knees and worship his cock; her mood varied. And he seemed to be attuned to her needs because it felt like he adjusted from gentle love making to rough manhandling to suit what she needed. Sometimes she wouldn’t even realize that had been exactly what she required until he was holding her afterwards—always completely satiated.

  Unfortunately, that also meant they sometimes forgot a condom. They’d been careless more than once, but he always pulled out when he fucked her raw. Yeah, it was reckless, and she knew she was playing with fire, but in the heat of the moment, it could be hard to care. It seemed like it fit with her weekend’s mantra—she’d worry about it when she got back to Ensenada.

  They held hands as they walked along the beach after breakfast.

  “What do you want to do today?” he asked as a seagull landed in front of them on the wet sand.

  “Baby, it’s your birthday weekend. What do you want to do today?”

  “I want to take you into town, buy some coconut oil and a dildo, so I can fuck your ass and pussy at the same time like I said I was going to. Then I want to take a nap in the hammock under the palm trees outside our cabin, with your naked body on mine. When we wake up, we’ll have a late lunch—maybe with a few drinks—then I’ll make love to you with the windows open while the afternoon monsoon hits. When we’re finished, we’ll lie in bed, and you’ll tell me all your secrets, and I’ll tell you mine, then we’ll get up and have dinner and maybe drink some more while we do a little dancing at the hotel bar. Afterwards, we’ll come back here, and you’ll suck my cock while you sit on my face, and we’ll fall asleep with each other’s cum on our faces.”

  She stopped walking and stared up at him with her mouth agape, unable to function at the thought
of the day he just described.

  Finally, she was able to form a coherent sentence. “I can’t tell you how much that just turned me on. I think you’ve discovered the perfect day.”

  Well, except the telling him all her secrets part.

  Dante pulled her against him. “Bella, yesterday was perfect. The best birthday I’ve ever had—by far.”

  “Well, then maybe we can just agree that this is going to be a perfect weekend.”

  The corner of his mouth turned up, and he kissed the tip of her nose. “You’ll get no argument from me, my naughty slut.”

  Why did that turn her on so much when he called her that—and worse? She wasn’t sure, maybe is assuaged her guilt? All she knew for certain was she loved it.

  Ruby tugged on his hand. “Come on, we’ve got shopping to do.”

  He followed behind, murmuring, “Have I told you today how much I fucking love you?”

  She was so wrecked for any other man in her future.

  Chapter Eleven

  Ruby

  She was surprised how quickly they fell back into their routine once they returned to Ensenada. It was funny—she’d basically moved into the estate from the day after they met although neither of them had declared it out loud. After the third day she’d been there, she’d said she was going back to the hotel, and he’d simply said, “No, you’re not,” and that was that.

  It hadn’t been like she wanted to argue anyway. Staying there was perfect for the mission.

  When he arrived at dinner their second night back from Belize, his jaw was set, and a scowl marred his sexy face.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked as he sat down at the enormous dining room table that they only occupied a fraction of.

  He tossed a CIA issued bug on the table. “One of seven in my office they just found. I’m having the rest of the house and grounds swept as we speak.”

  Ruby swallowed hard. She hadn’t planted any surveillance and wasn’t sure if this was a message from her agency to her that she needed to do her job, knowing it would be found—since she’d already told them he swept for bugs regularly. Or if they were genuinely listening and checking on her to see exactly what she was up to. Either way, they’d compromised her cover, and she wasn’t going to sit back and let that slide without raising a stink. But right now, she needed to figure out if Dante suspected her.