didn’t think he was. He shouldn’t be. She could be honest there.
“No.” She lifted her hips again, wanting more. Damn him, she was honest. Reward time
here.
He nipped at her nipple and nearly sent her into orgasm.
“Why are you here?”
Her lips parted to answer, to spill her guts just for another taste of the pleasure he could
give her.
“Follow-up.” She moaned.
“Hmm, Chay, my little liar.” He pulled the toy back. “Come on, baby; fess up.”
Her eyes opened as she stared back at him, aching, hurting for him.
“Follow-up,” she repeated, the tormented whisper dragged from her throat. “It’s the only
reason I’m here.” And it was partially the truth. Enough of the truth, and all he needed to
stay safe.
He knelt above her. She watched hungrily as, tossing the toy aside, he loosened his belt,
unsnapped his jeans, then lowered the zipper slowly. She licked her lips, her hands poised
to help him, to catch the heavy length of his erection when it was free. To taste it. To fill
her mouth with it.
“Why are you here, Chay?” She barely missed the hardening of his voice.
“Follow-up.” She felt dazed, off balance, impatient. Like an addict anticipating a fix.
And just that fast he rolled away from her, moved to his feet, and was fixing his jeans, his
expression still, silent with anger.
Damn. There went the fix. Her body was screaming out in protest, reminding her how
mean she was being to it. How long had it been now since she had known his possession?
Five years, two months, three days, and how many hours, she thought morosely.
“I guess that means I don’t get any more rewards.” She sighed as she adjusted her skirt
and top. She didn’t bother to roll from the bed. “Lock the door behind you if you don’t
mind. I may need some privacy after you leave.”
He glared at her. The next thing she knew, the thin cord was jerked from the base of the
dildo and as she watched in horror, he tore it in half.
“Oh my God. Natches, you didn’t do that.”
“If you need privacy, then by God you can make do with your fingers. That’s what
you’ve reduced me to.” He tossed the pieces to the floor. “When you’re ready to tell me
the fucking truth, you know where to find me.”
With that, he stalked out of the room. She stared at the floor in disbelief then at the door
as the echo of the main door slamming penetrated her mind.
He broke her toy and left?
She was going to kill him.
THREE
Somerset and Lake Cumberland appealed to Chaya in a way that had surprised her.
Arriving ahead of the Homeland Security team, in advance preparation more than a year
ago, she had been taken aback by the friendliness of the citizens and the relaxed, peaceful
atmosphere of the mountains surrounding the town.
There was serenity here. Not that there wasn’t crime, or criminals, of course. The theft
and attempted sale of the missiles last year was proof enough. No, it was something else.
There was a quiet, easygoing feel to the area, and she had loved it.
She had missed it since the team had left last year. She had missed the community, and
she had missed Natches. Unfortunately, she had missed Natches more than anything else.
And Timothy had known Natches was her weakness. That was the problem with having a
boss as manipulating and calculating as Timothy Cranston. He knew the agents under
him to their back teeth. Their strengths and their weaknesses. And he didn’t have a
problem using both to his advantage.
Hell, she was supposed to be out of this. Right now, she should have been apartment
hunting or something. She should have been getting her head straight, because it was
something she hadn’t managed to do in five years.
She had managed to quit smoking again. It was a nasty habit, and breaking it hadn’t been
easy. Timothy alone was an excuse to smoke. She bet half of his agents had picked up the
habit only after having been assigned to his team.
This operation had
“No.” She lifted her hips again, wanting more. Damn him, she was honest. Reward time
here.
He nipped at her nipple and nearly sent her into orgasm.
“Why are you here?”
Her lips parted to answer, to spill her guts just for another taste of the pleasure he could
give her.
“Follow-up.” She moaned.
“Hmm, Chay, my little liar.” He pulled the toy back. “Come on, baby; fess up.”
Her eyes opened as she stared back at him, aching, hurting for him.
“Follow-up,” she repeated, the tormented whisper dragged from her throat. “It’s the only
reason I’m here.” And it was partially the truth. Enough of the truth, and all he needed to
stay safe.
He knelt above her. She watched hungrily as, tossing the toy aside, he loosened his belt,
unsnapped his jeans, then lowered the zipper slowly. She licked her lips, her hands poised
to help him, to catch the heavy length of his erection when it was free. To taste it. To fill
her mouth with it.
“Why are you here, Chay?” She barely missed the hardening of his voice.
“Follow-up.” She felt dazed, off balance, impatient. Like an addict anticipating a fix.
And just that fast he rolled away from her, moved to his feet, and was fixing his jeans, his
expression still, silent with anger.
Damn. There went the fix. Her body was screaming out in protest, reminding her how
mean she was being to it. How long had it been now since she had known his possession?
Five years, two months, three days, and how many hours, she thought morosely.
“I guess that means I don’t get any more rewards.” She sighed as she adjusted her skirt
and top. She didn’t bother to roll from the bed. “Lock the door behind you if you don’t
mind. I may need some privacy after you leave.”
He glared at her. The next thing she knew, the thin cord was jerked from the base of the
dildo and as she watched in horror, he tore it in half.
“Oh my God. Natches, you didn’t do that.”
“If you need privacy, then by God you can make do with your fingers. That’s what
you’ve reduced me to.” He tossed the pieces to the floor. “When you’re ready to tell me
the fucking truth, you know where to find me.”
With that, he stalked out of the room. She stared at the floor in disbelief then at the door
as the echo of the main door slamming penetrated her mind.
He broke her toy and left?
She was going to kill him.
THREE
Somerset and Lake Cumberland appealed to Chaya in a way that had surprised her.
Arriving ahead of the Homeland Security team, in advance preparation more than a year
ago, she had been taken aback by the friendliness of the citizens and the relaxed, peaceful
atmosphere of the mountains surrounding the town.
There was serenity here. Not that there wasn’t crime, or criminals, of course. The theft
and attempted sale of the missiles last year was proof enough. No, it was something else.
There was a quiet, easygoing feel to the area, and she had loved it.
She had missed it since the team had left last year. She had missed the community, and
she had missed Natches. Unfortunately, she had missed Natches more than anything else.
And Timothy had known Natches was her weakness. That was the problem with having a
boss as manipulating and calculating as Timothy Cranston. He knew the agents under
him to their back teeth. Their strengths and their weaknesses. And he didn’t have a
problem using both to his advantage.
Hell, she was supposed to be out of this. Right now, she should have been apartment
hunting or something. She should have been getting her head straight, because it was
something she hadn’t managed to do in five years.
She had managed to quit smoking again. It was a nasty habit, and breaking it hadn’t been
easy. Timothy alone was an excuse to smoke. She bet half of his agents had picked up the
habit only after having been assigned to his team.
This operation had
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