Dying to Love (An FBI Romance Thriller Book 18)

by Morgan Kelley

  Ethan laughed. “Oscar is an idiot.”

  “Oh, he’s this macho man who thinks the ladies can’t resist him. The neck tats turned me right off.”

  “Really?” Ethan asked. “That’s so unlike you.”

  “No, the ink has to be on a sexy canvas. I don’t find him attractive. Maybe it was the ‘I’m three days past a bad boy into a felon’ thing he had going on. Trust me when I say there is a fine line between hot and turnoff. He was at it.”

  She probably had a point.

  “So, I told him give me his number, and if he screwed me out of the money, I’d turn him in.”

  “He gave it to me upfront in a gallant gesture.”

  “You must have been hot in that dress.”

  She let that go.

  There was no point discussing anything that led to Chris and them dating. This was hard enough.

  “What happened?” Callen asked, trying to keep them on track.

  “I got his number, I gave him mine, and I went back inside. I told the date what was going on, and he agreed to it.”

  “You had to have put out on that one.”

  Again.

  No comment.

  “I called backup, we drove to his house, and we went inside. I called Oscar, gave him the address, but neglected to tell him that there were about twenty feds on the street, waiting to tail him to his chop shop.”

  “And this guy wasn’t worried.”

  She shook her head. “He trusted me.”

  “Still. I freak out when you drive my ride. Let alone give it to a guy with a chop shop. That says a lot about his feelings for you.”

  Yeah, she was aware.

  “It was safe. We knew his location at all times. Since he was fencing the parts over state lines—or I hoped he was—they went in for the kill.”

  Ethan was fascinated.

  He’d never heard this one before. He was going to pull the file, so he could look up the details. His wife was really lucky in the field. A case like that would make any agent’s career in vice, and she’d stumbled upon it.

  “And?” he asked.

  “The team went in. He took the vehicle right to his shop. They busted in, found about half a million in chopped cars, and arrested him. I showed up, smiled, and he knew I’d ratted him out.”

  “He must not like you.”

  “We faced off in court. He told the jury I tricked him and I led him on, but when they pulled the bar’s security, it was clear that he’d approached me—not vice versa.”

  “Clever, my love.”

  She smiled.

  God!

  She wished he knew the truth. She wanted to weep over all of this. She only hoped one day, when she told him, he’d stay calm.

  “So, he’s not going to be happy to see you?” Callen asked.

  She laughed. “Nope.”

  He laughed. “Well, what’s the worst that could happen?” Ethan asked, parking on the street.

  The place looked dead, but Oscar was out front having a smoke.

  It looked like they were about to find out.

  * * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *

  Friday

  Mid-Morning

  Seatons’ Home

  After picking up the roses, and finally finding a necklace that would speak of his love for Johanna, it had taken over an hour. He really hoped she wasn’t sleeping.

  He was going to wake her up.

  They had to fix this.

  There was no way they were going to fight, especially over something like this.

  It was a simple misunderstanding.

  Johanna was more than enough in bed. He was so damn lucky to have her that he’d take any scraps of her life she’d toss to him.

  This was no different.

  Johanna had been a pipe dream. How he’d ever gotten lucky was beyond him. All he knew was he couldn’t risk losing her.

  Not over anything this trivial.

  When she touched him, his heart pounded, his brain melted, and his body nearly ruptured apart. He didn’t need sexy fantasies.

  He simply needed her.

  He’d been an idiot.

  Now he’d apologize.

  “Johanna!” he shouted, walking into their brownstone. “Baby? Are you here?”

  “I’m upstairs.”

  He headed toward the stairs.

  “We need to talk. It’s about last night!” he shouted, taking the stairs two at a time.

  On the landing, he noticed their bedroom door was open, and she wasn’t in there.

  The only other two rooms were their shared office or a storage room.

  Heading to the office, he stopped in the doorway and nearly swallowed his tongue.

  Oh, he’d found her.

  Or someone who looked like her.

  His Johanna was all dressed up, and he didn’t know what the hell to think. She was wearing some sexed up catholic girl uniform, her breasts bursting from the top, knee-highs, and heels. The skirt was illegally short, and she was sitting on the desk—waiting for him.

  “Mr. Seaton, I’ve been waiting for you.”

  He prayed this wasn’t a dream.

  “Me?”

  “You promised to tutor me.”

  “In?” he asked, moving closer.

  “French.”

  She stood up, reached out, and grabbed his tie. Pulling him close, she shoved her tongue down his throat.

  Brody dropped everything.

  Immediately, his hands went to her hips as she not only kissed him stupid, but rubbed him wantonly through his dress pants.

  Whatever caused this moment, he’d worship it on an altar, in a church, or hell…a cult!

  This was some hot stuff.

  When she set him free, he was staring at her and breathing heavily.

  “So, you’re not mad at me?”

  She giggled some schoolgirl laugh.

  Heaven help him.

  He was going right to Hell, but he was going to enjoy it the entire time he was getting off.

  His wife knew he went to private schools. What stood before him was the personification of all his horny high school fantasies.

  And the star?

  His Johanna.

  This was the second best day of his life, only after the one where she married him.

  He wanted to thank someone for this.

  “Mr. Seaton, you’re only a couple of minutes late. We have plenty of time. Why don’t you have a seat?”

  He went around the desk and sat down. When he did, she followed. Standing between his legs, she stared down at him. She knew what he was looking at, and it wasn’t her eyes.

  Someone forgot to put on her panties.

  Score!

  “I didn’t do my homework. What can I do to make it up to you? I’ll do anything, Mr. Seaton.”

  He started laughing.

  The list began forming in his head.

  At the top of it?

  Yeah…

  “Oh, you’re in a lot of trouble. I don’t think anything will make up for that.”

  “Please?” she pouted, chewing on her bottom lip.

  Oh, he wanted to do so many things but, he knew what he’d never have the guts to do in bed normally.

  “Get over my knee.”

  “But Mr. Seaton! You can’t spank me!”

  Oh, yes he could. He wanted to put his handprint on her ass in the worst way.

  “Well, I could call your mother…”

  She placed herself over his lap.

  “Jesus, Johanna! You’re not wearing panties!”

  It was damn hard not to laugh. She wondered when he’d really notice.

  “I forgot.”

  Brody didn’t even know where to begin. As she was over his lap, he ran his fingers over her pale ass cheek. He’d admired her behind more times than he could count.

  He had some sick obsession with it.

  He didn’t know why, but all day long, he craved this kind of moment.

  “This
is going to hurt you more than it’ll hurt me,” he admitted.

  “Please don’t, Mr. Seaton. I’ll be a very good girl! I won’t do it again.”

  Oh, he had no doubt there.

  “Count for me, Miss Madden.”

  His hand landed on her cheek.

  She gasped. “One!”

  He hit her again.

  “Two!”

  And again.

  “Three!”

  By five, her ass was stinging, and she could feel Brody’s erection throbbing against her abs. She’d been wrong.

  Role-playing was hotter than hell.

  Why hadn’t she done this before?

  He pushed her off his lap.

  Brody was barely holding it together. He was used to straight bedroom sex. This was something he’d never seen coming in his life.

  “I can’t think,” he muttered, watching her pink ass beneath the emerald green and blue plaid skirt.

  “What will make you forgive me?” she asked. “I’m so sorry I forgot to do my homework.”

  “A blowjob.”

  Where that came from, he’d never know.

  All he knew was he needed this sexy little school girl kneeling between his knees.

  Johanna didn’t hesitate.

  She dropped between his spread legs, rubbed him through his pants, and then worked on setting him free.

  When his dick sprang out of his boxer briefs, she licked him base to tip.

  “Tell me when to stop, teacher.”

  Then…

  She blew him like a drunken girl on prom night. It was sloppy, it was rough, and it was something she knew he’d never forget.

  The entire time, Brody was leaning back in the chair, his hands clutching the arms, and his eyes closed.

  When she pulled her mouth away, he was wild.

  He sprang up, pulling her with him. He didn’t give her time to say anything. With his arm, he cleared the desk, picked her up by the waist, and sat her on the hard, chilly surface.

  Then…

  He took her.

  He didn’t even try to be gentle. The old Broderick was gone. Here was a hornier, wilder, and more turned on one. All he could think about was pushing his dick into her sexy body.

  In his mind, he was back in school, this was the sexy girl who he wanted, but knew he couldn’t have.

  Now he was having her.

  Jesus!

  He was going to bronze this desk.

  Brody pushed her backwards, until she was sprawled on their desk. Her legs were spread, he was pounding his way into her body, and there was no way he was going to stop until they both came.

  He needed this.

  When she whimpered, he tugged off his tie, rolled it up, and shoved it in her mouth.

  Her eyes went big.

  His dick got harder.

  Then, he did something he wasn’t sure he was allowed to do. He pulled out, flipped his wife over, and stared down at her ass.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl,” he muttered, stroking himself to see if he was wet enough. Then he placed himself between her cheeks, and slid home.

  Johanna gasped at the invasion of his body buried in her ass. He was pinning her down, forcing himself in her, and she was helpless.

  She came just from the sheer hotness of it all. Her body shook as he pounded into her.

  “God! Joey! I gotta have this,” he muttered, thrusting his body into hers.

  Pulling her closer to the edge, he reached around to get her off too. His fingers found the wetness, and he teased her clit.

  She moaned.

  “Come on, baby. You gotta cum for me one more time. I need to feel you milking my body.”

  His words, and the way he was roughly grinding her clit, were pushing her toward the edge. When she looked to her left, she saw the mirror, him watching her, and their bodies coming together.

  It was all it took.

  She erupted.

  Johanna came so hard that she never thought she’d get out of the explosion of pleasure.

  She heard Brody shout her name, along with some colorful profanity, as he exploded in her.

  Then he collapsed onto her body.

  Neither spoke.

  They rode out the pleasure.

  When she could finally focus, and her tongue didn’t feel fuzzy, she spoke.

  “So, was that enough role playing for you, Brody?”

  He laughed.

  Slowly, he pulled out of his wife.

  They were a hot freaking mess, and so was their office. Still, this had been one hell of a present from his wife.

  “Why?”

  “Elizabeth told me you’re curious,” she said, getting up from the desk. “She told me it’s not that you don’t love and want me, it’s that you’re a man.”

  He touched her cheek. It was flushed red.

  “First, did I hurt you?” he asked, tenderly brushing some hair from her cheek.

  “Never.”

  “Second, it’s only a fantasy and when I think about it, you’re always in it with me. It’s always you, Joey. It can’t be anyone else.”

  She believed him.

  “So, did I do okay?”

  He kissed her softly on the lips, and then he deepened it to show her how all right she actually was.

  When he pulled away, she was staring up at him. “You did exactly what I would have wanted had I thought of it myself. Thank you for that gift.”

  She nuzzled his cheek with her own.

  “Speaking of gifts, baby, I have something for you too,” he said.

  She set him free. “You do?”

  “Yeah, give me a second,” he offered, going over to the roses and the little black velvet box he’d had in his hand before the sexy school kitten attacked him.

  “Roses?”

  “They’re not nearly as beautiful as you are, Joey. You’re my everything.”

  She took them and sniffed them.

  “Do you like jewelry?” he asked.

  Johanna shrugged. “I’ve never been given any but my wedding ring.”

  Well, that was going to end.

  Again, Elizabeth had been right.

  “I picked this out for you. On the night we got married, it was snowing. I remember watching the flakes kiss your skin, and I was jealous that they weren’t my lips. I saw this, and it made me think or our first night as husband and wife. I’ll never forget it as long as I live.”

  She opened the box that he handed her.

  Inside, there was a crystal snowflake. It was simple, beautiful, and special to her.

  “Oh, Brody!” she said, touching it with her finger. “I love it. I love that you gave me the reason behind it.”

  “When I see you in the snow, Johanna, you’re my queen. You’re always lovely, perfect, and special. No snowflake is the same, and you’re like that. You’re my one of a kind, and I wouldn’t change you. Ever.”

  She wiped her eyes. “Brody.”

  “Let me help you.”

  She turned around, and again he checked out her ass. It was still pink, and he couldn’t help himself.

  He grinned like an idiot.

  When he was finished, he pressed his body to her back, and nuzzled her ear. “I don’t think I’m done, Joey. God! I’m hard again. I think I need to have you in the shower.”

  She turned in his arms and kissed him.

  When she set him free, his lower lip was between her teeth.

  “Then let’s get soapy.”

  That was his fondest wish.

  * * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *

  Oscar’s Garage

  Friday Mid-Morning

  As soon as they were out of the Escalade, Oscar disappeared inside the building. They watched him flick the butt of his cigarette, glance their way, and then head inside.

  Yeah, he was likely running for it out the back. When you’d spent a decade in prison, you didn’t stick around to wait for the cops to find whatever was illegal in your shop.


  There was no doubt the man was back in business.

  And now he was likely hightailing it as far out of DC as possible.

  It sucked.

  Elizabeth watched her husband wave off the security detail. It was obvious that he wasn’t alarmed by the situation.

  At least she wouldn’t be tripping over Igor, or any of Ethan’s goons.

  That would piss her off.

  “Are you sure about this?” Callen asked. “This just feels like a bad idea. We have NO idea what’s in there. If I were writing this as a novel, someone would be coming out with holes in them or in a body bag.”

  Elizabeth wasn’t worried. “There is one of him, and three of us. He wasn’t one to use a gun. Oscar was a bully. He liked street fighting.”

  Well, that didn’t really give Callen that fuzzy warm feeling. It was still going to suck.

  As much as the boys could fight dirty, when a suspect yelled foul, they, as of late, blamed the cops.

  The same went for the FBI.

  It was a slippery slope, and they knew it.

  When they knocked on the door, no one answered. So, Ethan shouted inside.

  “Oscar Lopez! We need to speak to you.”

  They headed into the garage, the door slamming behind them. Elizabeth scanned the darkness inside, and the hair on the back of her neck was standing up.

  “We have company,” she said, as five guys headed their way. They were all behind Oscar, who was holding a gun pointed at them.

  “No one move,” he said. “Oh, Chica, I’ve been waiting for this day. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized about putting a bullet in that freckled face of yours.”

  “Uh, bad time for the security detail to hold back,” Callen muttered, getting ready for what was coming.

  It looked like Oscar held one hell of a grudge.

  And he planned to make Elizabeth pay.

  Chapter Fourteen

  They stayed calm.

  That was the only thing they could do. They had five men who looked like they wanted to tear off someone’s head, and one with a gun headed straight for Elizabeth.

  Yeah, Callen had been right.

  This was a horrible situation all around.