Page 30 of Baby Take Me Home
She nodded. “My voluntary demotion to the lifestyle section has led to some speculation among the most vicious gossips. Jayne has been tamping it down and holding open my position for me while I’ve been looking into the Carbonados. If I ask her, she can go the other way, start a whisper campaign that hints that it’s no coincidence I haven’t written a single hard-hitting piece since Aiden died.” She swallowed hard. “She can start looking for my replacement.”
She was right. As far as achieving our shared objective of keeping her life intact, it was a good plan. As far as every other metric we should consider, it was a life-altering, career-ending, heartbreaking plan. But unless and until we came up with something better, it was the only thing standing between her and a WitSec death.
I scrubbed my free hand over my face, suddenly desperate for sleep. “I’ll present the plan to my team tomorrow at our daily briefing. I’ll let them poke holes in it, refine it, run odds on the success.”
“You’re saying yes?” she asked.
“No. But I’m not saying no, either.”
“TJ, thank you!” She launched herself into my arms.
I didn’t have time to think with the logical part of my brain, so I instinctively wrapped her in a hug. And then she was climbing onto my lap, and I was running my hands up the sides of her body, and she was kissing the pulse in my throat, and I was kissing her lips and her neck, and then we were pulling each other’s tee shirts up over our heads and dropping them to the floor.
Now was the moment to do the right thing, to say no to my desperate need to slide my naked skin against hers. I had responsibilities, and keeping her safe was one of them. She was now part of an official HEAT mission and strictly off-limits. But all my reasoning abilities abandoned me like they had the last time I’d started kissing her. She ran her fingertips down my bare chest, setting every nerve ending on fire. She reached for the string in my sweatpants.
That’s the moment I knew there was no way in hell I was going to do the right thing. I was going to say a lot of things to Ashlee Armand that night, but not a single one of them was going to beno.
CHAPTER 12
Ashlee
TJ heldmy face and kissed me, then dropped his hands to my breasts. He cupped them and traced circles over my nipples with his thumbs, dialing up the pleasure with every stroke. He swallowed my moans with his kisses.
I moved my fingers lower and hovered just below his belly button. I traced lower, along the edge of his sweatpants. I pulled my mouth from his and shifted on his lap, grinding against him. We panted in unison, our breath mingling.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” I whispered.
He bent his head and kissed one breast, sucked in my nipple between his teeth, then stroked it with his tongue. I threw my head back and rode him, the thin material of our sweatpants the only thing between us. I rubbed my swollen clit against his shaft. Electric sparks shot through me and I quivered and pulsed. I was already so close. He slipped a finger between us and up under the leg opening of my shorts and slid it inside me, then pulled out and spread my own wetness over my folds and clit, making me hot and slippery and desperate.
He pulled his finger away and grabbed my hips with both hands to still me.
“What do you want me to do?” I whispered.
He shivered and bit his lower lip. “I could tell you. I will tell you if that’s what gets you off.”
I shook my head. “I enjoyed it, but lots of things get me off.”
He grinned and stared up at me with half-lidded eyes. “Good, because I’m dying to know what you want to do to me, to find out how you want to touch me and taste me and explore me.”
I tugged on his sweatpants string, then pressed my naked chest against his and slid down his body until I was crouched in front of him. I pulled off his pants and tossed them aside, then pushed his knees wide and knelt in front of him. I stared at him, long and thick and hard and waiting for me. I ran a finger over his balls, up his shaft, over his head, exploring, finding his most sensitive spots. He tensed and panted and stared down at me. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and stroked my tongue over his slit, then sucked his head into my mouth. He was velvet covering steel and I savored the feel of him.
He arched and groaned. He leaned back and closed his eyes. I pulled him out of my mouth and blew on his slit.
“Open your eyes,” I told him, and he stared down at me again, this time his eyelids thick and heavy.
I rewarded him by taking him into my mouth again, this time deeper. I pulled back, and swirled my tongue over his head and the bottom of his shaft, all while keeping eye contact. He writhed and bucked, threaded his fingers through my hair. Closed his eyes and moaned.
“Open your eyes,” I said more forcefully. “Watch me suck you off.”
With a deep moan and a pant, he obeyed. I sucked and licked, rewarding him again.
“So close,” he said. “I’m gonna…”
I could see it, how much it turned him on to watch me give him head. “I want you to,” I mumbled against his shaft. I sucked him in again, deeper still, stroking his shaft and balls, and licking his slit.
His shaft swelled and pulsed. He groaned, clenched his jaw, tried to hold back. I wouldn’t let him. I held his gaze, made him watch me, reveled in knowing the sight of me combined with the hot, wet pleasure of my mouth was driving him over the edge.
He exploded in my mouth. I held him there, still stroking and licking and taking in every drop of him. When he dropped his hips and laid his head back on the sofa, I finally released him. I kissed my way up his body, nipping as I appreciated his defined abs and stroking the hair on his hard chest.