Page 22 of Renegade (The Santini Assassins #2)

Greystone never said much, but that comment was as bad—no, worse—than her breakfast antics.

With a smug smile, she pulled the janitorial door shut. “They can have a dog, even a cat, but no rodents.”

“Word vomit,” he uttered.

“That was nothing compared with my F is for fun,” she murmured. “I definitely won the word vomit contest.”

He chuffed out a laugh before his gaze found hers. Beauty and mystery stared back. He was aroused, intrigued, and over-the-top interested in the woman by his side.

“We’ve got to get it together,” she said.

I gotta kiss her.

In one swift move, he barricaded her against the cinderblock wall, leaned his forearm on the wall, and kissed her.

She threw her arms around him, dug her fingers into his hair, and ground against him, the kiss turning ferocious in seconds.

Waves of desire pounded through him. His cock firmed, the urgent need to bury himself inside her hijacked his thoughts.

Panting, she continued thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She grabbed his ass and squeezed. Her throaty moan shot through him, and he placed his hands on both sides of her face to slow them down. If he didn’t, he’d fuck her in the middle of the deserted, bare-bulbed hallway.

She ended the kiss, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, she cupped his junk. “I want you to choke me with your cock.”

Holy hell .

“Here?”

“Right here. Right now.”

“What happened to locating the terror cell?”

“Five minutes. Consider this my smoke break.”

He couldn’t let her… but he wasn’t gonna stop her.

“Do you always do this?” he blurted.

“Oh, sure.” With dilated pupils and her breath coming fast, she unzipped him, worked to extract him without injuring him on the zipper teeth, and knelt at his feet. “Keep an ear out for your cousin.”

The rasp in her voice turned him harder still. His balls ached, his cock straining toward her.

Never before had he wanted anyone like he wanted her in that moment.

She covered his shaft with her mouth, running her tongue effortlessly over the head, then began deep throating him.

His excitement oozed out, the urgency with which she was sucking him had him spiraling toward a release.

Her sexy mouth and talented tongue felt so fucking good as she worked his shaft and head with an intensity that forced him to press his palm against the wall to steady himself.

Euphoria shot through him while he watched her devour him with a passion that drove him crazy with passion.

Beyond the pounding of his heart beat, he heard nothing, but he was hyper-aware his cousin was seconds away from an eyeful.

Her whisper-soft moans urged him on, but when she intensified her sucking, he started rocking toward her.

She sucked the orgasm out of him, sending the release shooting like a volcanic eruption. Flash of pure white light blinded him as he emptied into her. When he finished, she rose, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and arched an eyebrow.

Caroline Austin was a very, very dirty girl .

“That was crazy sexy,” she murmured. “I love high-risk, high-reward sex.”

“I’m blown away,” he said.

“Literally,” she replied. Then, she eyed his cock. “Put your dick away, mister. You’re gonna get us fired.” On a smirk, she continued on in search of an empty room where a group of evildoers could build a bomb.

He stood there in a stupor for a few seconds before he put Mr. Johnson away and zipped up. Then, he caught up to her in a few easy strides.

“What about you?” he asked.

“What about me?”

He pulled her to a stop. “When do I get to feast on you?”

She shrugged. “That’s up to you, isn’t it?”

In the midst of this shit storm, where they had no clues and nothing to go on, he was enjoying an unexpected sex high.

“Fun with a capital F started early,” he said.

“You taste like more,” she murmured.

She was his guardian angel and a very naughty girl. Little did she know, she was the one woman who could wreck him.

She’s fucking perfect.

They found nothing unusual and no clues to make them think anyone had set up shop in the basement of the Hoover building, so they returned to Carrera’s dingy basement office.

He escorted them to the lobby and told Greystone he’d text him about an upcoming family dinner.

After Greystone gave Carrera his number, they said their goodbyes and left.

“And here I thought walkin’ the buildings would be boring as hell,” Greystone muttered as they crossed the street to Justice.

A shadow darkened her eyes. “The chance we could get caught excites me. That’s my kind of danger.

“My Bella’s a bad girl.”

“When properly motivated, I can be very bad,” she replied .

He wanted to pull her into his arms, kiss her for hours, and love her for days. Caroline Austin was his dream girl.

They entered the Department of Justice. Three long hours later, they’d discovered nothing. Greystone didn’t want to be that guy… but he had to. They needed a solid clue that would send them into the remaining buildings.

“Austin, I gotta call it,” he said.

“I did see something.” A gust of wind blew her hair across her face.

With a light touch, he tucked her hair behind her ear. “Tell me.”

“There was a men’s room in each building that had an out-of-order sign on the door.”

Though it sounded far-fetched, he didn’t want to dismiss her. “You think they’re building bombs in there?”

“It sounds stupid, right?”

“We gotta follow up on everything. Do you want to go back inside?”

“Let me check with the team. Addison and Hawk are walking through Langley.”

They returned to his SUV, and he pulled into traffic.

She called Addison, put the call on speaker.

“Hey,” Addison answered. “I was just about to call you. We didn’t find anything. How ‘bout you?”

“Nothing,” Caroline replied. “Did you see any restrooms with out-of-order signs on them?”

“I didn’t notice any. Let me ask Nicholas.” She asked him, then said, “He didn’t see any either.”

After ending the call, she harrumphed. “I feel like we missed something.”

“We can go back there again,” he said, stopping for a light.

She said nothing more. As they drove toward Alexandria, her phone buzzed.

“Hmm,” Caroline uttered .

“What’s goin’ on?”

“One of my friends wants me to meet her new boyfriend.” She read him the text from Jennifer Leigh.

Sorry it’s taken me sooo long. Erik and I just got back from an impromptu trip on his private jet. I told him you were dying to meet him, so how’s tomorrow night? He likes the Dungeon, got a thing for tits. Pls pls meet us!

“They’re going to the Dungeon for drinks tomorrow night so he can ogle the strippers.”

Greystone chuffed out a laugh. “Sounds like a winner. Are you going?”

“No. I don’t have time and I’m not interested in meeting him. She’s always in love with someone. This is just her flavor of the month. Plus, she’s kind of a lot for me to be around.”

“Why?”

“She’s become all about her.” Caroline rubbed her forehead. “Lately, our friendship feels like a competition. I gotta pass.”

“Frenemy,” he said.

“Exactly.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“What?”

“We’ll swing by, you can strut your hot self?—”

“Don’t you mean I can show you off?” she pushed back.

“You, Caroline Austin, can do whatever you want to me. We’ll work tomorrow night, then head out for an hour, tops.”

“Why?”

“F for Fun.”

“What about hunting down these mass murderers?”

“When I’m overseas, all I do is work. I don’t get close to anyone, ever.

I spend my days looking over my shoulder and my nights sleepin’ with my gun in my hand.

I’m back home, I’m workin’ with you again, and I’m gonna find some damn balance in my life.

You and me, we’re goin’ out, and the only titties I’m gonna ogle will be yours,” he growled.

Okay, we’ll go,” she said. “Who do I say you are?”

“Grey Stone. Who are you?”

She chuckled. “No, I mean, are you my friend? Are you a cousin? Who are you to me ?”

CAROLINE

The determination in his eyes seared her. “Who do you want me to be?”

I want you to be mine.

“Introduce me as Grey and I’ll take care of the rest,” he said with conviction.

She loved that he took charge, loved that he had her back, but mostly she loved the look in his eyes when he gazed her way.

She replied to Jennifer Leigh.

I’ll be there with someone new

Good for you! You got yourself a date!

Frustration had her shaking her head. She was tired of JL’s haughtiness.

She considered herself a loyal friend and held onto friendships for a long time, but she had to let this one go.

She’d meet JL at the nightclub, flaunt her pretend man, and return to reality where the bad guys were winning and the good guys were chasing their tails.