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A fter lighting the last candle, I double-check that everything is set up on my nightstand. I most certainly didn’t plan on the night progressing this quickly, but we’ve both been holding back so much that now it feels as though the floodgates are open and there’s no stopping it.

While my reasoning is that I no longer have to kill her, I can’t help but wonder what Jessica’s is. What made her decide tonight was the night she’d finally take what she’s wanted so desperately.

As though ready to answer the question herself, the agent opens the bathroom door where steam billows out behind her. One of my soft green towels is wrapped around her chest, while her still-damp hair lays over one shoulder.

She pauses when we make eye contact, her gaze roving over my frame while her jaw seems to unhinge a little more with every few inches she takes in.

My outfit of choice—a floor-length, black lace dress, has a slit that extends to the apex of my thigh—leaves nothing to the imagination. Thin leather straps wrap around my waist and each thigh, while a harness sits where a cute v-string should. My nipples, visible with the triangle cut-outs, pull tight as Jessica slowly walks closer, a blush consuming her cheeks as she licks her lips.

“How was your shower?” I ask, meeting her in the middle of the space.

She momentarily clamps down on her bottom lip as I approach, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Amazing. It shouldn’t surprise me that you use really nice products.”

“I’m glad you like them.”

She nods. “I like that I smell like you.”

My eyes flash at the same moment my heart does a strange sort of hiccup. It flops around my chest like a fish out of water, but unlike the struggling animal, it’s from something else. Something that makes me…uncomfortably happy.

In an attempt to ignore it, I dip a finger beneath her towel, quickly undoing the frail tie, and letting it fall to the floor. Her skin pebbles in the cool air, but her blush remains, as do her erect nipples nestled between the barbells.

I tug on one lightly, loving the minute whimper she gives me. “And I like these. Come.”

Leading her to my bed, I motion with a slight jerk of my chin to the items lined up for her. There are two different sized cock attachments to my harness, as well as a remote and lubrication.

“Do you have any allergies, Agent?”

Jessica shakes her head, her tongue peeking out yet again to swipe across her bottom lip. “No.”

“Any hard limits I need to be aware of?”

“Not that I’ve tried.”

An odd sort of pleasure rolls through me at the thought it will be me to test them. “Any soft?”

Again, she shakes her head, this time, her eyes rising to meet mine. “No. For the most part, I’ve been the one that leads the charge, if you know what I mean. There’s only been one person who— oh . I don’t like pet play.”

I start to nod, but then a cord in my rib cage seems to snap. There’s something about her words that remind me of a conversation I had only thirty days ago. Of a man who I recall that is rumored to love a woman who crawls.

“They are deranged. Obsessed. Neurotic. And have been relentless in their stalking me for over two years now. No amount of information will stop the maniac from showing up at my door at two in the morning with flash grenades and a fuck-ton of idiot SWAT that will fuck up my nice floors. Do you have any idea how expensive the renovations have been ? —”

“You act as if this person is a scorned lover,” I note.

She was a lover. His lover.

Rage and jealousy coat my insides, the realization causing my vision to blur with a tint of red. That man doesn’t deserve to know her name, much less have had an intimate relationship with her.

A sharp band of pain forces me to unclench my jaw, but it doesn’t stop the desire part of me—or, rather, all of me—has to slit Alexi’s throat open and drain him dry. Let him know that the federal agent is mine and has never known true obsession until she met me.

But then Jessica blinks, her doe-eyes brightening, and for some foreign reason, I cannot simmer in my newfound anger. “I mean, I could always try again. Maybe it will be different?—”

“No,” I cut her off, lifting a hand to hold her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “No pet play. And for me, no water sports.”

“Water… oh , yeah. No, that’s great, actually. I like smelling like you , not your…ya know.”

Releasing her, a grin breaks through despite my agitation of knowing Alexi had the undeserving honor of touching her. “Perfect. Now, do you have a size preference?”

Jessica’s eyes linger on mine for a moment, as if she’s trying to read something that’s crossed my features. When she finds it to be a fruitless attempt, she shakes her head. “Surprise me.”

The small curve of my lips becomes a wide smirk. “As you wish.”

There I go again, signing checks that my ass really can’t cash.

Of course Elena picks up the longer, thicker, silicone cock and attaches it to her sexy-as-fuck harness. I’ve never seen one with such delicate and decorative straps, whispering a type of danger that my body yearns to experience.

When it’s secure, she places a small remote in my hand before tugging on one of my barbells.

A shot of adrenaline and arousal spreads through me from the contact.

“On your knees, sweet girl.”

I bite into my bottom lip, doing as told yet again—something I loathe—but finding with her, I really, really enjoy. When my knees hit the soft rug, I glance up at her through my lashes, and find that the view down here is exponentially better. Her hand wraps around the toy and she strokes it as if in thought, her gaze darkening with each passing of her hand.

The sight is enough to have me salivating, her power shining through in the most confident and addicting way. My tongue slides across my bottom lip as I anticipate her finally pushing inside me.

Elena’s head cocks to the side, reading my craving as clear as day. “Would you like a taste?”

I swallow, nodding a little too eagerly but not caring. “Yes.”

She taps my lip with her index finger. “Open.”

My core becomes heavy as I follow her command, opening my mouth enough to allow her to slide the cock onto my tongue. The material is soft, yet rigid, and I immediately close my lips around it.

Elena groans above me, her low lidded stare doing delightful things to my libido. She keeps one of her hands at the base of the toy, while the other lifts, twisting in my hair at the root.

I moan against the sensation, sucking along the shaft as if she can feel my tongue play with the protruding veins underneath. I take it as far back as my throat allows, only stopping when my gag reflex forces me to. Withdrawing to the tip, I inhale a deep breath, and do it again, sucking it to the back of my throat. By the third pass, my pussy is throbbing .

Feeling the desperation sinking into my skin, she withdraws her hand from my hair and drags the toy from my mouth.

I nearly fold in when she leans to the side, my body already missing being touched by her.

She picks up the bottle of lubricant and pops the top, applying a small amount to the tip before placing it back down.

Studying my expression, she strokes one hand down the shaft, spreading the liquid along the entire thing, while my body shakes in anticipation. The desire to have this woman on top of me is so strong, an ache spreads across my chest.

Finally, she juts her chin forward. “On the bed. Now .”

I don’t hesitate. I’m up from the rug and on the edge of the bed in my next breath, my lungs expanding quickly in an attempt to calm my racing heart.

Elena walks to nestle between my thighs, and when I look up at her, I know she is about to absolutely wreck me. Physically, of course, but also…

Before I can finish the thought, her green eyes flicker of a smile not touching her lips. “Lie back, arms up.”

Again, I immediately do what I’m told, readjusting on the soft bed and placing my hands above my head, my fingers clutched around the remote as if it will provide any type of support. My thumb accidentally hits the singular button, and Elena jolts before a soft buzz fills the room.

She sucks in a sharp breath, one hand falling to latch around my upper thighs. “ Jessica .”

The warning drives me to click the button again, but I can’t stop the words from spilling from my mouth. “Little sensitive, are we?”

Elena’s eyes narrow as her other hand grips into my opposite leg. She hooks her arms under them both before dragging me the few inches to the edge, the toy cock resting right between my thighs. A shuddered breath leaves me as she lines herself up.

“Not as sensitive as you’ll be, Agent. That, I can promise.”

With that as my warning, she slams inside of me.

I thought Jessica’s moans of ecstasy were music, but her screams? A symphony.

Those beautiful eyes of hers squeeze shut while she grapples to find a way to latch on to the pillows above her, but she doesn’t get the chance. I draw out, watching as her sweet little cunt grips the toy before driving back in.

Her melody fills the room as I do it again, my eyes trained on her features as I experiment with my strokes. Like with my tongue, it doesn’t take long to figure her out. She’s so responsive, bowing and buckling, leaning as if she doesn’t know what to do with the sensations spreading through her.

My fingers press into the soft skin of her thighs. “Come now, pretty girl. I thought you said you could handle it.”

She tries to narrow her eyes at me, but realizes she can’t when I push back inside her, angling my hips so the toy hits the perfect spot. Over and over I drive into her, loving the way she can’t quite find her breath, let alone those sarcastic words.

I don’t stop or change my rhythm until she begins to shake, the muscles in her thighs tensing under my hand. The soft glow from the candles, along with our new relative position, gives me a much better view of her face on the brink. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and I’m almost sure she’s going to bite her lip off from how hard her teeth sink into it.

An odd desire passes over me at the sight, and I utter my next demand without thinking. “Press the button, Agent.”

In the next second, a small explosion of vibration presses right onto my clit from the toy I have nestled on the other side of the harness. I slow my pace enough to bring her down just to catch her breath, before picking back up speed, pushing her to ecstasy with the build of my orgasm.

Heat sears up my back, my skin tight as the pressure collects in the center. Jessica’s moans become muffled as she hooks a forearm over her mouth, and I make a note to tell her next time I want to hear every sound that flows from her sweet mouth.

Right now, though, all I can focus on is the intense surge of blood threatening to break me apart.

Moving one hand to allow my fingers to find her clit, I give her my last command as I slam into her so hard, black decorates my vision. “Come with me.”

My words are a catalyst, sparking us to fall together. Every muscle in my body pulls tight, contracting until it almost hurts before finally shattering. One after another the waves of pleasure wash over me as I continue to fuck her through her orgasm, my mind melding with the intense release.

Jessica’s face is a mix of beauty and euphoria as silent screams are washed away under the rolls of thunder overhead. I memorize her features, the blush, the parted swollen lips, her fluttering lashes.

It isn’t until tremors run through her that I finally ease my pace, and her body relaxes under me.

Slowly, I withdraw, watching as she winces when she’s completely free of the toy. With a quick two snaps, I allow the harness to drop to the floor and find myself doing something I’ve never done before.

Taking my place beside her, I pull Jessica into me, one hand lifting to stroke the hair at her crown. I watch in awe as her breathing returns to normal, her pupils constrict and that sweet blush fade from her skin.

“You truly are breathtaking.”

Jessica giggles, her gaze flashing up to me. “I’m sure I look thoroughly fucked right now.”

I nod. “Thoroughly. And I have never seen anyone more beautiful.”

“Such a romantic,” she teases. “I guess we really should make a habit out of this.”

Something in her words causes a sudden ache to radiate across my sternum, the realization of our predicament sinking in with the ebb of my arousal.

Although my task of killing her has expired, I doubt when she finds out I work for the man she’s dedicated the last couple of years of her life to bring to justice that she’ll stay.

My mood sobers, my thoughts propelling me back to a time when the agent’s bright smile didn’t alter my day. When memories couldn’t be ignored, and my darkness never sated.

My throat dries, the notion that I will have to return to that time claws angrily at my throat, leaving it raw. It begs for me to find a way. To figure out a way to ensure that when she inevitably finds out, she still chooses to stay.

Instead of succumbing to the guilt burrowing deep into my stomach and ruining this moment, I simply nod, continuing to stroke her hair before placing a gentle kiss on her temple. I tell her a lie I wish with every fiber of my being wasn’t.

“Yes, sweet girl. We should.”