Page 92 of Ride the Lightning
“I wasn’t aware you subscribed to Sinister in Savannah,” Jonah said, finding immense pleasure in goading the man.
“Idon’t, but Deputy Director Malcolm does. He’s not a happy man this morning, St. John.”
“I look forward to hearing it directly fromhim,” Jonah replied. “Or are you meeting me at my car to inform me I’ve been fired? If not, I think this approach is very unprofessional.”
“Unprofessional?” Trexler asked. “You’re going to fucking lecture me? I’ll have your—”
Jonah rolled up his window while Trexler’s tirade continued. He heard the man swear he’d have Jonah’s badge, but for once, the threat instilled hope inside Jonah instead of concern. He had the skillset to assist law enforcement in other ways. Computers with artificial intelligence were the tool of the future, and Jonah could carve his own career path. The microchip he designed for GBI? Fuck that. He’d keep the rights and sell it to the highest bidder. Jonah killed the engine, then opened his car door so fast his supervisor had to quickly step back to avoid getting hit with it.
Slamming the door shut, Jonah squared off against Trexler. “Are you firing me?” Jonah asked. Trexler swallowed hard. “If Deputy Director Malcolm wishes to express his disappointment, he knows where to find me.”
“He has meetings away from the office all day,” Trexler replied.Of course, he does.
“Did he advise you to greet me at my car and give me a stern lecture?” Jonah asked.
“No.”
“Did he instruct you to fire me?”
Trexler shook his head. Had he rendered the man speechless? A fucking first.
“Then get out of my face,” Jonah said.
Trexler’s mouth snapped open, and he emitted a stunned gasp. His supervisor continued to gape at him as if his jaw hinges had broken. Jonah pivoted and headed toward the building. That’s when he noticed Avery and several other agents and staff members observing his altercation with Trexler. Most wore shocked expressions, while others looked smug. Did they consider Jonah standing up to Trexler as his “Hulk out” moment? Were they calculating their office pool winnings? Jonah’s gaze finally landed on Avery, who was leaning against his car, smiling his approval. Avery’s opinion was the only one he cared about. Jonah winked playfully at his feisty intern without breaking stride. Once inside the building, he greeted the people who hadn’t witnessed the altercation with a serene smile and head nod. He wondered how long it would take for word to spread throughout the building. Like wildfire, not long.
Jonah found a bag of Caramel Bugles waiting for him in the middle of his desk. He dropped into his chair and immediately tore into the bag. “Breakfast of champions,” he said before digging in.
Predictably, Avery didn’t follow immediately behind him. It was Monday morning, after all, and there would be a ton of gossip for him to enjoy. Jonah was halfway through typing his resignation before his intern entered his office. He imagined every Tom, Dick, and Harriet stopped Avery to talk about what transpired in the parking lot.
“Good morning, Jonah.” Avery’s professional voice was so different from the one that called out Jonah’s name in pleasure over the weekend. Jonah wanted so badly to add to the climax count but wouldn’t risk it. For all they knew, Malcolm had planted cameras in Jonah’s office.
Even so, Jonah couldn’t resist crooking his finger at Avery. “Good morning, Avery.” There was no disguising the warmth in his voice or the significance of Jonah pushing back his chair and patting his thighs. Just a few kisses wouldn’t hurt.
Avery locked the door and crossed the room, skirting around the desk until he reached Jonah’s chair. Jonah wondered about the logistics of where arms and legs would go for Avery’s comfort, but his intern demonstrated how often he’d fantasized about sexy times with Jonah in the office. Avery pushed the buttons on the outside of the armrests, which lowered them enough to enable Avery to straddle Jonah’s waist.
“You were magnificent,” Avery said once he settled comfortably on Jonah’s lap.
“You think so? I wish I hadn’t let Trexler get a rise out of me,” he said, not bothering to keep the desire out of his voice. Let Malcolm think he was too preoccupied with Avery to mount forces against him. Jonah ran his nose alongside Avery’s neck, breathing in his fresh scent and detecting faint hints of his favorite spicy tea. Avery wiggled his ass against Jonah’s rising erection. Jonah nipped his neck to discourage Avery, but it had an adverse effect. Avery gasped and bucked, making Jonah’s eyes roll back in his head.
“The jerk had it coming.”
“He did,” Jonah agreed.
“Oh, I owe you twenty bucks,” Avery said.
Jonah knitted his brows. “Why?”
“Bill and Ashley are back together again,” Avery replied.
“Jesus.”
“I don’t have any cash on me, so do you think we could work out some kind of exchange?” Avery waggled his brows.
Jonah cupped Avery’s head and pulled that luscious mouth closer. If this was going to be his last day working for the GBI, Jonah planned to make it a real humdinger. “I think we can work something out.”
Just a few kisses. Just a few kisses.Just a few…
Avery pressed his mouth against Jonah’s, and the rest of the world disappeared along with his conviction. Jonah would’ve liked to think he’d have stopped before the clothes came off if his desk phone hadn’t rung, startling them apart.