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Chapter 25

Bonus Points with Aunt Nadia

Whitney

The button on Mensa’s jeans slid free, and I worked his zipper down. He was right – the cuffs should wait for another night, because I wanted to take my time if he ever decided to be restrained. The very thought of it made me shift foot to foot.

He helped me by pushing his pants and boxer briefs down while toeing out of his boots. I stroked his stiff cock and sank to my knees.

He slid a hand in my hair. “You got a whole bed here, and you want to get on your knees, baby? Are you sure?”

I licked around his tip and glanced up at him. “I’m sure.”

His eyes smoldered, and I felt a thrill of power surge through me. I opened my mouth and took him as far as I could.

“Fuck, Whitney. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

Reflexively, I hummed in response.

Mensa hissed and fisted my hair. That tug sent a shiver through me from my head to my toes. I redoubled my efforts, adding more suction and gripping him tighter.

“Oh, hell. I’m not gonna last long, Whitney.”

I released him long enough to whisper, “Good.”

He stared down at me. “Are you sure about that?”

I traced my fingers around his balls. “Very.”

His fingers in my hair relaxed. With that as my cue, I licked his length before guiding him deep into my mouth. I reveled in hearing his reactions. With my free hand, I reached around and squeezed his ass.

The moment he lost control, his other hand cupped the back of my head and his hips bucked wildly. I clutched his ass, not to still his movements, but to hang on for the ride. This was unlike anything I’d ever done before – raw and wild. He tipped his head back and hissed a lengthy sigh when his orgasm hit. I swallowed it down as my eyes watered.

After a moment, he reached down and tugged me to my feet. “Get naked, Whit. I’d help you, but your mouth is lethal. I don’t think anyone’s made me come that hard in years.”

I pulled my clothes off.

Mensa guided me toward the bed, encouraging me to lay in the center. “Time to return the favor, baby. Then I should be recovered enough to make love to you.”

We woke up after hitting the snooze on my alarm twice.

Mensa caught sight of the time and knifed out of bed. “Shit. I gotta get going.” He dragged his jeans up his legs, then his face went slack and he did a long blink. “Dammit. I’m not gonna be able to drop you at the shop, babe.”

I grinned and nodded. “It’s okay, my man. I have a car and I’ll be careful.”

He grabbed a t-shirt from the duffel bag he’d left behind a couple days ago, then he pointed a finger at me. “Keep your gun on you.”

“I will.”

He sighed. “The prospect will be at Hard Pressed around noon. Try not to lose him.”

I nodded. “So I’m not being followed or anything this morning?”

He came to my side of the bed. “No, and it makes me uneasy.”

I got up on my knees on the bed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “It’ll be okay, big guy. For what it’s worth, you’ll get bonus points with Aunt Nadia. She was grouchy about having to drop me off yesterday evening.”

His eyes skated to the side. “Wasn’t she the one who encouraged you to head to Jackson for your safety?”

I smiled. “Yes, but she gets crabby when her normal schedule is disrupted.”

Staring at him, it hit me that he hadn’t shaved yesterday, and he wouldn’t shave this morning. His scruff no longer bordered on becoming a beard, it was one.

He kissed me fast. “Don’t know why you’re staring at me like that, but you gotta knock it off. I can’t be late for church. Har never misses an opportunity to hit us with a fine.”

I gave him another peck. “Okay, honey, but let’s just say if you were contemplating shaving…” I cupped his cheek, “…don’t. Your beard is sexy as all hell.”

He groaned and touched his forehead to mine. “Woman, you can’t say shit like that when I’m running late.”

I sat back on my heels with a grin. “Just food for thought.”

His hands came under my armpits and he hauled me off the bed and set me on my feet. He slid his hands down and back to my ass, then pulled me tight to him. “You’re gonna pay for that, Whit. Tell Nadia you’re taking a long lunch.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because you’ve made me hard and I gotta ride to the clubhouse dealing with that and thinking about my face between your legs the whole fuckin’ way.”

I chuckled. “I didn’t say anything about that last part.”

He dipped his chin. “You think my beard is sexy, imagine what it’ll be like when I eat you out.”

Even though I fought it, I fidgeted.

“Yeah… that’s why. I gotta run. Later.”

Half an hour later, I walked into Hard Pressed and saw Aunt Nadia standing behind the counter. “It’s about time you got here.”

I was only fifteen minutes late, but telling Aunt Nadia that wouldn’t help. It was an excuse and we both knew it.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

She waved a hand at me. “We got two rush orders, and they both paid the extra fee, so you’re headed to the UPS store again – before noon.”

As I stuffed my Boho bag into a drawer, Mensa’s warning replayed in my mind. I faced Aunt Nadia. “Okay. Do you mind if I borrow your car again?”

Aunt Nadia shot me a regretful smile. “Would if I could, but it’s at the dealer for the sixty-thousand mile service. They toted me back here because it’s gonna be such a long wait.”

She set the order sheet in front of me, and I got crackin’ on the order.

“Here’s your receipt. The tracking numbers are listed and will be active later this afternoon,” the clerk said.

I smiled and nodded, then headed for the exit.

The strip mall held two other businesses, one of them a popular sandwich shop. The small parking lot had twice as many cars in the lot than when I arrived. Luckily, I’d parked on the end opposite from the sandwich shop.

My purse bumped my hip as I walked, the weight of it reminding me I had my weapon. Even when I was an agent, I carried my gun in my purse so it wasn’t as noticeable in public. My keys were tucked in a pocket next to the gun, and I dug into my purse to grab my keys and unlock my car.

The moment I had my fingers curled around my key chain, I heard footsteps approaching. Before I could shift my fingers to the gun, a man wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me flush to his side. From the corner of my eye, I saw it was Rod.

“About time I found you alone, bitch,” he hissed.

I stopped, which forced him to stop. The self-defense tactics I had learned in Quantico came back to me. Muscle memory kicked in and I planted my feet to push into him while twisting out of his hold, but another man wearing a leather cut came to my other side, locking his arm around my waist.

“Never thought your tracking device would pay off, Rod. Night-night, dumb bitch,” the new man muttered.

I felt a pinch at my bicep. My head twisted and I saw a needle there. He’d pushed the plunger down before I could try to wrench my arm away.

Shit.

“What’d you give me asshole?” I yelled, hoping someone at the sandwich shop might hear me.

The problem was that we were headed the wrong direction for my voice to travel and whatever was in the syringe, it was kicking in fast. So fast I listed forward, and I vaguely noticed Rod and the other man caught me before I face-planted on the ground.