Page 19 of Undercover Hearts

Jenna considered her next words carefully. "I want to help you."

A bitter laugh escaped Michelle. "Help me? How exactly do you propose to do that?"

"Let me release the tension you're carrying," Jenna said simply. She held Michelle's gaze steadily, making her meaning unmistakable without being crude. "No expectations. No complications. Just...relief."

Michelle stared at her, disbelief written across her features. "You can't be serious."

"I am." Jenna remained perfectly still, giving Michelle space to process the offer. "Three dead women are counting on us to function at our best. Right now, you're distracted. You're fighting yourself. Fighting us. And it's affecting your judgment."

"This is insane," Michelle whispered, but Jenna could see the conflict in her eyes.

"Think of it as operational necessity," Jenna suggested. "Clearing the air so we can focus."

"And after?"

"After, we continue our mission," Jenna replied. "Without this... interference."

She reached out slowly, giving Michelle every opportunity to retreat or refuse. Her fingertips brushed Michelle's cheek.

Michelle remained perfectly still, neither accepting nor rejecting. Her eyes, dark with conflicting emotions, searched Jenna's face. "This is a mistake."

"Maybe," Jenna acknowledged. "But it's a mistake we need to make."

She moved closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from Michelle's body, to see the slight trembling of her lips. Still, she didn't touch her beyond that single point of contact at her cheek. The choice had to be Michelle's.

For endless seconds, Michelle remained frozen. Then, with a sound that was half frustration and half surrender, she closed her eyes.

It was enough. Permission granted in the absence of refusal.

Jenna stepped forward, gently guiding Michelle back onto the bed. She moved with deliberate confidence, leaving no room for second thoughts or hesitation. Michelle's body yielded to her, tension still evident in every line but no longer fighting the inevitable.

"Let me," Jenna murmured, her fingers finding the buttons of Michelle's slacks, already partially undone. She maintained eye contact as she eased the fabric down over Michelle's hips.

Michelle didn't speak, didn't stop her, but her eyes conveyed a storm of emotions—vulnerability, desire, lingering anger, and beneath it all, relief at finally surrendering control.

Jenna settled between Michelle's legs, her movements sure and purposeful. This wasn't about her own pleasureor even about connection; it was about release. About removing the distraction that threatened their operation. About acknowledging the reality they'd both been denying.

She lowered her head, and Michelle's sharp intake of breath confirmed that there was no turning back.

She slid her tongue between Michelle’s wet folds, tasting her before she flicked her tongue against her clitoris lightly. Jenna felt Michelle’s body squirm beneath her, and she leaned her arm on Michelle’s leg to stop her from moving so she could get the access she needed.

Jenna kept flicking and swirling her tongue over Michelle’s clit before creating a suction with her lips and sucking on it lightly then with more pressure. Michelle’s light gasps urged her on, and Jenna slipped her middle inside Michelle, curling it up gently before easing her finger out, then plunging it back in. She noted Michelle’s moan as she did so and the way she parted her legs that little bit more.

“Please…” Michelle’s voice was barely a whisper.

Jenna responded by replacing one finger with two, and begun to find a rhythm fucking Michelle with her fingers as her tongue kept making tight circles on Michelle’s clit.

Michelle’s breathing quickened and gooseflesh raised across her skin.

Jenna enjoyed how wet she was and how she tasted, but she reminded herself swiftly that this was just for the good of their mission. Michelle needed a release and she could provide it for her.

Jenna could feel Michelle begin to come undone underneath her, and when Michelle’s walls tightened around her fingers, she curled her fingers upward inside of Michelle to hit her G-spot precisely and rhythmically.

Michelle’s hand gripped a handful of Jenna’s hair and held her face tightly until Jenna could barely breathe.

She kept going harder and faster with her fingers inside Michelle.

She knew Michelle was going to come for her and she enjoyed being able to hold that power.