Page 52 of Secrets

A surge of heat and electricity crackles over my skin, while a low band of pressure begins to wring taut. I twist, my grip on the counter becoming unbearably tight, and it’s when everything centers in the middle that she, yet again, changes the fucking tempo.

I release a disgruntled groan, my brows drawing down in the middle to form a disapproving V. Elena ignores it, slowing the curl of her fingers to a pace that makes my insides threaten to break.

“That’s not fair, Red.”

She rolls her eyes, backing away from me just enough so I can make out her words. “Who said anything about playing fair?”

“But—” my protest is immediately cut off by her teeth lightly clamping down on my aching clit. My cry fills the space between us, and not even the flash of lighting and deep roll of thunder outside can mute the sound. But I don’t care, and by the way Elena does it again and again, I doubt she does either.

My head falls back, the feeble hold I had has now disintegrated, while my legs spread open wider of their own accord, the sudden push into euphoria driving my actions. And thankfully—fucking thankfully—she doesn’t stop. Her fingers twist and curl, the speed of them increasing the louder I get, while her tongue and teeth go to work, centering on my clit like it’s the lock to Pandora’s Box.

Without thinking, one of my hands leaves the counter and threads into Elena’s soft hair, and the second I tug the strands is when I lose.

It’s her responding moan of approval that is my complete undoing.

Light flashes across my vision and my nerves fray to tattered edges. One after another, what feels like tiny explosions go off, ricocheting down my spine until it rips me in two. My core convulses, each wave of my orgasm somehow stronger than the last, while Elena continues to suck the soul from my pussy, her tongue and fingers still fucking me into oblivion.

Seconds, minutes, maybe hours pass before my body starts to quiver. But I’m too weak to try to speak. Too overstimulated to try to push her away.

Luckily, Elena feels it, withdrawing carefully and slowly until I’m damn near slumped over. Her face is a beaming light of arrogant triumph and it’s sexy as hell.

Her other hand finally leaves my thigh before hooking under my chin to tilt my face toward her. “Too bad. I hoped you’d put up more of a fight.”

My chest feels as if it’s jumping up and down at a mile a minute, but I manage to argue. “Who said anything about being done?”

Elena’s face takes on a new emotion I’ve never seen from her: pity, and I fucking hate that it’s so damn cute. “If I let you down, you’d fall.”

“I have weak knees.”

This gets a chuckle from her. “I’m sure.”

My eyes narrow, but the threat behind the act is non-existent. “If you give me three minutes, I’ll be good as new with you over my shoulder and up those damn stairs.”

“Is that so?”

I nod, pushing my chin up in defiance. “It is. In fact, I think I’ll make you crumble harder and faster than I did.”

Her smile widens, a bit of that earlier arrogance returning. “Or I’ll have you flooding my sheets.”

“Is that a bet?”

She lifts her brows. “Are we really going to make a wager about the first time I fuck you, Agent?”

My nipples draw tight at her crassness, but besides my lashes fluttering a hairbreadth, I do a decent job of covering up just how much they sink into me. “You’ve already fucked me.”

“Oh sweet girl, that was simply for fun.” Elena huffs her amusement. “When I fuck you, you’ll need a safe word.”

I swallow hard, my body already warming at the promise littered in her sentence. The last time I needed a safe word…well, I’ve never needed one. Not really. I’ve never been pushed to my limits. The idea that it’d be Elena to take me there is exhilarating and oh-so tempting. So I don’t hesitate when I nod.

“How ‘boutpeanut?”

After 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 decidetonightwas 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.

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