Page 70 of Bad Situation

His tattooed arm reaches out and he dips a hand into my hair where his grip tightens. “I have a buddy in OPR. It’s like internal affairs—they basically police the police. They would’ve called me sooner or later to ask me to make a report as to why I was with a federal target at a murder scene. I preempted that call and reported it myself but, while I was on the phone, I told him all I knew about Bree Newman. They’re looking into it. I think it’s only a matter of time before a couple of people at the Dallas Field Division are in some deep shit—so deep, they won’t give a shit about you. Your team needs to know this.”

I sit up so we’re facing each other, hip-to-hip, and put my hands to his chest. “Enough for a dismissal?”

He puts his hands on my waist and drags me across his lap as he shifts and I straddle him. He lowers his voice and I not only hear the gravity of his words but see it in his face. “Yeah, but right now I’m more worried about what the PI found at your company. The only two people who had answers to that are now dead. It doesn’t take a trained investigator to conclude that whatever they knew, they were on the right track and we don’t know what that information is. You need to be more careful than ever.” His hands slide up my sides, pulling my tank with them, making me shiver. “I don’t get off on bullets flying anywhere near you, baby.”

I press my bare breasts into his warm skin. “That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

He yanks my tank all the way off before his hands dip into the back of my panties where he squeezes my ass. “Then I need to work on that.”

“I wouldn’t want you any other way.” I press down where I feel him hard with only the towel and my panties between us.

His voice dips and he narrows his eyes. “What are you doing, Jen? You want this now? You had a bad day yesterday.”

I shake my head and wrap my legs around his waist. “Yesterday was the worst day of my life.”

His eyes drop to my bare chest for a quick second before shooting back to my eyes. With his hands still in my panties, he presses me onto him even harder and sensation grows where I’m now wet for him, making my stomach quiver. “You need to meet with your defense team and I need to make sure you’re safe at work.”

“There you go, being all dreamy again,” I breathe and he squeezes my ass to almost the point of pain. But that squeeze feels good—so good, I want his touch everywhere on me. “How many times have you saved me since I met you? You even rescued me from the wrath of my dad last night. I want to think of nothing but you. Make me forget everything else, Eli. For just five minutes, please?”

He draws my body up and pulls my nipple into his mouth. “Baby, the first time I take you? I’m going to need more than five minutes.”

“Eli.” I dip my hands into his still wet hair and pull his head back to look at me. Leaning into him, I put my lips to his jaw and make my way up to his ear and whisper, “Please.”

He grabs the back of my head, fisting my hair and I see nothing but him. “You going to work today?”

I nod as best I can. “I don’t want to but I have to.”

He stands and takes me with him. I feel him rip the towel off his hips and toss it to the side. He turns and my back is to the bed in no time. “Wiggle out of those panties, baby, because you’re going to be late.”

I exhale and put my hands to my hips, but he gets there first. And it’s a good thing, too, because all I can do is stare at Eli, standing over me, looking like a god. His cock is long and erect, bobbing with every movement as he drags my panties down my legs. When he throws them aside, I draw my legs up and put my feet to the bed, but can’t take my eyes off him.

He’s beautiful.

Putting a finger to my knee, he pushes. “Spread.”

I let my legs drop open and he traces the inside of my thigh at the same time he strokes his thick, veined cock. What he doesn’t do is take his eyes off mine.

“What?” I ask.

He drags a finger through my sex and I feel how slick I am—ready for him.

His eyes drag down my body and he shakes his head. “Trying to decide where I want to start. Been thinking of nothing but this since the first moment I laid eyes on you, but now?”

He flicks my clit and I gasp. “Now?”

Eli bends at the waist and rests a forearm on the bed next to my head, leaning in close. I bring my hands to his face and pull him even closer. When he speaks, I not only feel his words brush my skin, but they hit my heart as well, and, when they do, they sting. “Jen, we couldn’t be more different. My being an FBI agent and you being charged with a federal crime is only the tip of the iceberg. I’m talking about where we come from, our backgrounds, and I won’t even start on the fact I have three pairs of shoes and can fit everything I own into the bed of my truck.”

As I lay under him naked and as vulnerable as one can be, my insides twist. After yesterday, my nerves are shot and there’s no way I can keep my eyes from welling. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I’ve never been more grateful that my instincts are on point. Because I might’ve wanted you the first time I saw you, but right now? Baby, you throw all that other shit that should be standing between us out the window, the difference now is I don’t see myself ever wanting anyone else.”

My eyes close and the tears leak out, rolling down my temples.

He brushes the wet from my face. “I don’t like seeing you cry.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and he rubs his shaft on my clit. “I’m usually not a crier but I’m a mess right now.”

He puts his lips on mine and pulls my bottom lip between his. “Can’t wait to make you mine.”

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