Page 50 of Secrets

Her words make every muscle in my core contract.Me. Fucking. Too.But I don’t let myself say that. I can’t. If I do, the little—and I meanmicroscopic—control I have right now will vanish.

“It’s just—Ah-” Her warm lips cover one of my nipples before her tongue threads between the bar. My pussy clenches as my momentary ability to focus wavers and I have to look into those intoxicating green eyes of hers to remember why I need…haveto stop this, no matter how badly I don’t want to.

I gently grip either side of her face, hating myself when she gazes up at me. My body does too, the entire thing threatening to fold into itself with the lack of connection—especially because I’m literally standing in the middle of this damn store, ass naked, with my thighs slick from my increasing arousal.

Before considering all those things and giving in to the physical desire, I speak quickly. “I’m a federal agent, Elena.”

She smiles. “Yes. I think we’ve gone over that. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

Her head starts to dip until I groan, forcing her to look up at me. Her gaze is impatient. Intense. It only makes it harder for me to speak instead of giving her what she so clearly wants. WhatIwant.

“I mean, because I’m an agent, I have enemies. People whoreallydon't like me and would hurt those I care about.”

Elena smirks. “That’s precious.”

My brows pull together. Both being confused by her response, and at trying to stifle the moan when she tugs my nipple again. “What…what do you mean precious?”

She huffs her amusement, though I’m unsure if it’s over my question or how breathy my voice is. “That you’re worried about me. I promise, Agent, your…enemies, will never pose a problem for me.”

“But they will,” I protest. “They are?—”

“How about this,” she cuts me off. “There’s most certainly not an imminent threat happening this very second. So let me taste you, and we can worry about me after I’ve swallowed your cum.”

My breath whooshes out of me in one fell swoop, my blood turning into pure electricity that sears through my veins. “Elena…”

“Agent.” She drags her teeth over her bottom lip before lifting, laughing when I squeak out my surprise as she sets me on the edge of the counter. “The next time I hear my name come from those beautiful lips of yours, it better be to beg. Do you understand?”

My lips part, but before I can answer, she shakes her head. “Yes or no only.”

My mind races with indecision. I know what I should do—what I’m supposed to do. What’sright. But when Elena lowers, her hands finding my knees to part them so she can slide between, all I can do is say the one word that screams louder than all the rest.

“Yes.”

An arousal I’ve never experienced before corrupts my every action from the second I utter the wordyes, and watch in awe as Elena settles between my thighs. My breathing grows labored, my blood roaring through me so quickly it makes me dizzy. My skin, while completely exposed, feels too hot—too tight—and physically aches to have her closer. To pull her from her kneeling position and instead devourherto relieve myself of the mounting pressure.

As if reading my mind, her eyes darken to a deeper, hungrier hue of green. “I want your hands to stay where they are, hooked to the edge of the counter. Understand?”

Her command, breathed out in a low tone, is both a threat and a promise, intertwined like ivy. “Yes.”

Her chin lifts, a small curve capturing the edge of her lips. “Already such a good girl.”

My pussy clenches around her words, my lashes fluttering closed to soak in the craving settling deep in my bones. But Elena’stskforces them to quickly reopen.

“And those pretty blue eyes of yours stay on me. I need you to see how badly I’ve waited for this moment. How I’ve had to…” She leans forward, her nose only an inch away from my bare center, and inhales deeply. The act is so fucking primal, so sexy, every square inch of me throbs in anticipation. Her hooded gaze returns to mine and the lust threaded through it pushes me to the edge. At least, that is until she speaks. “Contain myself. Do you understand?”

A whimper escapes my throat at the same moment her hands glide from my knees to my thighs, her grip both comforting and punishing as they knead into the soft flesh. “Y-yes.”

“Good.” Her last words before she makes me crumble into dust.

Somewhere, deep inside of me, I knew that Elena wasn’t sweet kisses and soft touches. I knew there was something more dangerous behind the veil. Something a lot darker. Honestly, it’s what attracted me to her in the beginning. Her mystery. My inability to read her. But as the days have passed, and she consumes more and more of my time and thoughts, I believed I had an inkling. Thought perhaps I was starting to see the bigger picture of her million-piece puzzle put together.

I was wrong.

The flat of Elena’s tongue slides against my slit with the force of a predator that’s finally been set free. It’s not timid or shy, but commanding and deliberate. Like she’s already mapped out my body and is simply driving the course. The wood beneath my grip creaks as I latch onto it, the moan leaving my lips weak as I force my eyes to stay open.

She rewards me by swirling her tongue around my pulsing clit, quickly sucking it into her mouth before gliding back down.

The muscles in my thighs draw tight as I use every ounce of dwindling strength not to close them around her head. She must feel them tremble, though, because her hold on my legs becomes unyielding.

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