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“What?”
When she tried to scoot away, I held her tighter.
“No one was hurt, and the bomb was diffused, but it means a continuance.”
She wiggled free enough to raise her head and look at me. “You could’ve been killed.”
So could’ve she, had she been there. For the first time since it happened, I was thankful for Ali’s accident.
“I’m taking a leave from the agency.”
“Why? Because of the bomb?”
“In part, but it isn’t that simple. It’s just a good idea until I get through this thing with Warrick. I’m distracted, and that isn’t fair to the other agents I handle.”
“What happens now?”
“We go back to sleep.” I moved the sheet so I could see her breast, reached forward, and cupped it. “Unless you have a better idea.”
“I’m serious.”
I looked into her ocean eyes. “So am I,” I said, moving my hand to cup her chin instead of her breast, and kissed her. I deepened it and moved my body over hers. When Ali reached for me, I covered her hand with mine. “Wait, baby.”
Her eyes closed to slits and then reopened. “Why?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
She smiled and rolled away from me. “No promises.” She opened the drawer of the nightstand. “Who knows how long they’ve been in here.” She tossed a handful over her shoulder and turned on the light.
“They have a couple good years left in them,” I told her, ripping a packet open with my teeth.
“Do you need help?” I asked later when I saw Ali staring at the coffeemaker.
“I know how to do it, it just takes more than one hand.”
I came up behind her and reached under her arms. “Put them where you want them.” I laughed when Ali placed my left hand on one of the dials and my right on her breast.
She adjusted something on the machine with her right hand, and steaming coffee flowed into the cup. She moved that one out of the way and grabbed another.
“You can move it, you know.”
“Move what?”
“Your hand.”
I let go of the knob.
“Not that one,” she said, placing it back where it was.
“This one?” I squeezed her tit.
“Move it more.”
I trailed it down her body and between her legs. “Is this better?”
“Much,” she groaned, leaning against me while the machine filled the second cup of coffee.
When I thrust two fingers inside her and rubbed her clit with the pad of my thumb, Ali cried out. “God, Cope.” She writhed, rubbing her ass against my cock until I thought I’d come too. She cried out once more and dropped her head. If my hand weren’t still between her legs, she might’ve sunk to the floor. I lifted her in my arms and carried her back to the bed.