by DL Gallie
He smirks and I find myself grinning back at him.
“You really are something,” he tells me.
“Something good or something bad?”
“Something that could get me into a lot of trouble,” he lifts his hand and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, “but it would totally be worth it.”
We both fall silent, processing the words he just uttered. My eyes drop to his lips and I want him to kiss me. It would be the most perfect moment, and we start to lean forward. We are millimeters away from kissing when the sound of an engine has Cox pulling away. Seconds later, Charli comes racing down.
“Inside, now!” She demands.
“Kitten, go,” Cox says.
“You too, Cox.”
He stands up and offers me his hand. He pulls me up and we flee toward the house. My heart is racing when we step inside the kitchen. Corey locks the door behind us and we walk to the windows and watch as Charli stands on the end of the jetty and talks to driver of the boat.
As I watch, my heart beats faster and faster. Fear rumbles through me. My breathing is labored and my vision begins to dot. I wobble on my feet but Cox catches me. “Breathe, Kitten.”
Blinking rapidly, I feel like I’m going to pass out. Corey grips my cheeks and lifts my gaze up to him. “Focus on my voice, Kitten. Deep breaths. Slowly,” he soothes. Gently, he runs his fingers along my cheekbone. “Breathe in. Breathe out.” He mimics the breathing motion and somehow, my body follows his lead.
My breathing and vision return.
My heart rate begins to slow down.
My body and senses relax.
My skin prickles and comes back to life at his soothing touch.
Lifting my hands, I cover his on my cheeks. Looking into his eyes, I feel secure in his embrace and I know, he’d do anything to keep me safe.
Without thinking, I lift to my tippy-toes and press my lips to his. He doesn’t kiss me back and I feel like I’ve made a mistake, but then it happens. His tongue pushes through my lips and into my mouth. He’s kissing me back. It starts out slow but it quickly turns heated and carnal.
It’s the best fucking kiss of my life.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him farther into me, deepening the kiss and our connection. You can’t tell where he starts and I end. We become one as our tongues continue to slip and slide in and out of each other’s mouths.
He spins us around and with our lips fused, he walks me backward through the living room, down the hall, and into my bedroom. Once across the threshold, he kicks the door closed and guides us toward the bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress, instead of pushing me down, he lifts me up, spins around, and sits on the edge of the bed with me straddling him.
His cock presses into me, I can feel every ridge because I’m only wearing black leggings sans panties. He grips the hem of my purple slouchy sweater and pulls it over my head. Our lips separate for a few moments but as soon as the material passes, our mouths are once again joined.
He slides his hand around my ribs and unclasps my bra. Slipping the straps down my arms, my skin comes alive at the brief touch of his fingers. Dropping it to the carpet, he kisses down my neck toward my breasts. My head drops back, pushing my chest toward him. He cups my boobs and sucks the taut peak into his mouth. “Fuuuuuuuuck,” I moan at the sensation.
Lifting his gaze to mine, I stare into his heated eyes. I know he wants to berate me for swearing so, I taunt him, “Maybe you should spank me?” But the joke’s on me, before I can process what’s happening, I’m flying through the air and I land on my stomach on the bed. He grabs the top of my leggings and pulls them down, exposing my ass. He runs his hand gently over the cheek and my skin breaks out in goosebumps at his touch. They quickly disappear and they’re replaced with a stinging sensation. The asshole slapped my ass.
“Did you just fucking slap my ass?”
“Yes,” he growls, as he lands another two slaps in quick succession.
“Fuck,” I cry out.
“Watch your mouth or I’ll fill it with something to shut you up.”
He slaps my ass again and again. My insides quiver and I moan in delight. “You like me slapping your sexy ass, Kitten?” he whispers into my ear, as he slaps me repeatedly. My desire building each time his hand connects with my flesh.
“Please,” I beg, rubbing myself against the comforter but I can’t quite reach where I need to be rubbed.
“What are you begging me for, Kitten?”
Looking at him over my shoulder, I tell him honestly, “Everything.”
28
Corey
That one word is music to my ears.
My cock was already hard but hearing her say that has it painfully pressing against the zipper of my cargos. Flicking open the button, I’m about to lower my fly when there’s a knock at the door. “Living room, now,” Dean yells out.
Baylor is staring at me, breathing heavily. “To be continued,” I reassure her, bending down and pressing my lips to hers. She rolls onto her back and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down so I’m cocooning her. I give myself over to her and the kiss.
Nothing else matters right now except for Bay’s breasts pressing into my chest and my tongue plunging in and out of her mouth. Another banging interrupts. “Now!” Dean roars. Clearly we lost ourselves in each other and lost track of time once again.
Staring down at her, I brush her hair off her forehead and cup her cheek. “Kitten, we WILL continue this later.”
She nods her head and reluctantly, I climb off her. Standing up, I readjust my cock and redo the button. Outstretching my hand, I offer it to Baylor. She places her tiny hand in mine and I pull her into a sitting position. My eyes drop to her tits.
“My eyes are up here, buddy.”
“I know,” I tell her with a wink, “but have you seen your tits? I have no words.”
“I see them every day. There’s nothing special about them,” she says, as she climbs off the bed and pulls her leggings back into place. She reaches down for her bra and unfortunately for me, she slips it back on. Bending down, I grab her sweater and hand it to her. “Thanks,” she whispers, putting it back on. She’s only wearing leggings and a sweater but fuck me sideways, she is a vision.
Another pounding on the door startles Bay and she jumps at the sound. “Coming,” I shout, as I walk to the door and swing it open.
“Already?” Dean teases, “Thought you had more stamina than that, Cox.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” I spit at him. Pushing past him, I make my way down the hall.
“I don’t know what you see in him when you could have me,” I hear Dean say to Baylor, spinning around, I’m ready to let loose on him when Baylor steps into the hallway. She backs him up to the wall opposite her room, and she places her hand on his chest. “I don’t know why you’d even think I’d want to be with you, but I’ll spell it out for you. He has none of your characteristics. The possibilities with him are endless. He thinks of me as a person and just not a possession. Those are just a few of the things that make him, and not you, appealing to me.” Tapping his cheek, she smiles and walks away. Just as she reaches Charli and me, she looks over her shoulder and adds, “And have you seen his ass?” She squeezes my ass for effect and continues down the hall.
Charli and I both laugh at her reply and follow her into the living room. She curls her legs under herself on the sofa and waits for us. Charli sits next to Bay, while I lean on the sofa arm next to her. She presses her head onto my thigh and I smile at the contact.
Dean finally joins us, and he looks pissed off but Charli doesn’t give him a chance to whine like the little bitch he is. “Dean, take a seat, we need to talk,” Charli says, breaking the silence.
Dean drops into the armchair. “What’s up, boss lady?”
“That was a close call earlier. Baylor, I don’t want you going down to the jetty anymore. That boat could have been Kye and his men. We can’t take that risk.”
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bsp; “But—” she tries to interrupt.
“No buts. Your safety is my number one priority.”
“Can I still go outside? Or am I trapped in here like an animal at the zoo?”
“Accompanied? Yes. Alone? No.”
“I feel like I’m in prison again,” she says.
“I’m sorry, Baylor, but I can’t risk it.” She looks to Dean. “I want you to recheck the perimeter.”
“I did it this morning,” he snaps back at her.
“I want you to do it again.”
“Fine,” he grunts. He stands and exits through the front door, slamming it behind him.
“What’s his problem?” Baylor asks us.
“You just rejected him. He doesn’t take too kindly to women doing that.”
“Well, he shouldn’t be such a douchehole.”
I laugh at Baylor’s assessment of Dean. “How do you put up with him as a partner?” I ask Charli.
“He never used to be like this but he’s changed in the last few weeks. He’s being secretive and his mind isn’t on the job.”
“Should I be worried?” Bay asks.
“No,” Charli and I say together.
“Bay, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” I tell her, “You need to listen to Charli’s orders. If you do that, you’ll be safe.”
“What about you guys?”
“We’ll be fine. We’re trained for this,” Charli reassures her. “I need to call HQ and update them on our visitors today. Can I trust you to behave?”
We both nod our head. It appeases Charli because she heads upstairs to make her call.
I take a seat on the coffee table in front of Bay. “You okay?” She nods but I don’t believe her. “I call bullshit.”
“How can you be so calm about this?”
“It’s my job to be calm. You just need to trust us and relax.”
She stares at me and she bites her lip. “I think I know how we can relax.” She shuffles to the edge of the sofa and stands up. She stretches out her hand to me. With a smile, I place mine in hers. Lacing our fingers together, she pulls me back down the hallway and into her room. She closes the door behind her and turns to face me.
“You, Agent Cox, have far too many clothes on.”
“As do you, Ms. Evans.”
“Call me Kitten,” she seductively says, lifting her sweater over her head then dropping it to the floor.
“Okay, Kitten, you still have too many clothes on.”
She grips the top of her leggings and ever so slowly peels them down her legs. She pulls them off and stands up. With her eyes locked on me, she reaches behind her back and removes her bra. She is gloriously naked before me.
Licking my lips, I step to her. I need to touch her. She grabs my hand and shakes her head. “Uhh ah, Agent Cox. You cannot touch me until you remove your clothes, too.”
Quicker than I have ever stripped off before, I remove my shirt, cargos, and briefs. The discarded items join Baylor’s clothes on the floor. “Much better,” she purrs, as the little minx slides her finger down the valley between her breasts.
Mimicking her words from before, I reach out and grab her hand. “Uhh ah, Kitten. Your body is mine.”
She lifts her gaze to mine. “Have at it then, Agent Cox.”
29
Baylor
Standing naked before him, my heart beats faster than it ever has before. How I can be turned on right now, when not five minutes go, my safety was once again in jeopardy, is beyond me. But when it comes to Agent Corey Cox, my rational thinking takes a vacation.
He steps toward me like I’m his prey, sliding one hand around my waist and the other into my hair. He tugs me into him and slams his lips against mine in a heated all-consuming kiss. I fucking love kissing him. I feel his kiss all over my body. My skin is heated and thrumming with desire for the man before me.
“Please,” I murmur against his lips.
He breaks the kiss. “What do you want me to do, Kitten?”
“Everything,” I tell him, and it’s true. I want him in every way possible. He may piss me off to no end but at the same time, he turns me on. He brings my body to life in a way I’ve never felt before.
“Everything it shall be, then.” He smirks at me. Gripping my waist, he throws me over his shoulder and walks us over to the bed. Resting a knee on the mattress, he drops me down and I bounce a few times. A giggle breaks free.
“I love when you laugh like that,” he tells me, his eyes eating me up.
“I love having you make me laugh like this.” I stare up at him and take a moment to appreciate the fine specimen before me. Abs on abs. The elusive V pointing to his cock, his impressive cock. There isn’t an ounce of fat on the man. He is muscular in the most delicious way. There are no tan lines on the man; he is hot AF.
“Like what you see?” he cockily says.
My eyes snap up to his. “Fuck yes, I do. I want to lick every crevice on your body. I want to suck your dick until you see stars. I want to kiss you forever, but most of all, I want—no I need—you to fuck me into next week, right this fucking second.”
“Normally I’d tell you to watch your mouth, but fuck, Kitten, I want all of that too. You are a vision and we will not be leaving this room until I have explored every inch of your delectable body. Now get ready, ‘cause, Kitten, I’m about to fuck you. All. Night. Long.” He enunciates the last three words and my body, which was already buzzing with desire, quivers with what’s about to happen.
“Have at it, Agent Cox.” I lie back into the pillows and spread my legs wide. Sliding my hand down my body, I flick my clit ring before slipping my finger between my folds but before I can insert a finger, he grips my wrist.
“Uh ah, Kitten. That pussy is mine.” Before I can protest, he lowers his head and licks me from taint to clit. He sucks on my piercing as he thrusts his fingers inside of me, and immediately I see stars. “Fuuuuck,” I moan in delight, as he continues to assault me with his tongue and fingers. He hooks his finger around inside of me and I explode. I scream his name as the most intense orgasm of my life slams into me like a wave to the shore in the middle of a Category 5 hurricane.
My body is mush when he removes his fingers and face from between my thighs and stares down at me. “I love that shade on you.”
“What shade?” I breathlessly ask him.
“Just fucked pink.”
“Don’t think I’ve seen that color at Sephora.”
“You won’t ever see it there because it’s a limited edition color that’s solely for me.”
I don’t know how to reply to him, so I lift my hand and beckon him to me with my finger. Like a panther stalking his prey, he crawls up my body. He doesn’t touch me but his nearness is enough to have my body coming to life again. He hovers above me, staring deeply into my eyes. I see nothing but lust and desire reflecting back at me.
Reaching up, I cup his cheek. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Catching bad guys and waiting for you and your sassy mouth to be in interrogation three.”
His words cause the smile on my face to drop, he’s right. We met because I’m a criminal and he’s an agent, but before I can dwell any further, he covers my hand with his. “Don’t go there. Stay here with me. Think of the here, the now, and what’s next.”
“And what IS next?”
“Me fucking you.”
“About fucking time.”
“Kitten.”
He growls my name in warning to my excessive swearing, but I love taunting him. I stare at him and smirk. “Fuck. Me. Now.”
“You’re asking for another spanking.”
“I’m down with that but first—” I don’t get to finish my taunt because he thrusts himself deep inside of me. I thought I saw stars when he used his fingers and tongue but fuck me sideways, I’m seeing the whole fucking universe right now.
He lowers his head and kisses me aggressively. His tongue thrusts in sync with his cock with perfect timi
ng. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hold on tightly as he fucks the life out of me.
“Coooooorey,” I moan, as his cock continues to fill me up. He slides in and out, hitting that magical spot with each thrust.
“Come for me, Kitten,” he demands against my lips. I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but it’s like he knows my body because I’m right on the cusp. He slips his hand between us and when he presses on my piercing, it’s just what I need. I scream his name as another intense orgasm unleashes.
My walls clench his cock and my juices soak the mattress below. His body tenses and he, too, comes, his seed spilling deep inside of me. My eyes widen when I realize we didn’t use protection. Looking up at him, I see the recognition on his face too.
“Fuck,” he spits.
“We just did,” I say with a laugh, wanting to lighten the mood. Loosening my grip around his neck, I smile at him. “Don’t worry. I’m clean and on the pill.”
“I’m clean too. I’ve never been careless like that before but with you, all rational thoughts left my body. All I could focus on was sliding into you and fucking you.”
My grin widens at his words. He climbs off the bed and walks to the door, he looks out, then darts across the hall to the bathroom. He returns with a washcloth. He kicks the door closed and proceeds to wipe me clean. I was worried that after we did the deed, it would be awkward but it’s not. I’m happy and content. At that thought, my smile drops because lately, whenever I’m happy, shit soon hits the proverbial fan.
“What’s wrong?” he asks me as he climbs back onto the bed, pulling me into his side. I snuggle in, throwing a leg over him, and running my fingertips over his chest.
“It’s nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me, Kitten, what’s got you frowning?”
“I’m happy,” I honestly tell him.
“That’s a good thing.”
A laugh escapes me. “I know that but my with my track record, whenever I’m happy, it all turns to shit.”