Page 55 of Secrets

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’veneverdone 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.”

Is it possible to die from happiness? To be so full of joy and endless euphoria that your brain literally short circuits and shut everything down?

If so, I’m definitely about to be walking through the pearly gates, because for the past three days, a smile hasn’t left my face.

When I first laid eyes on Elena, I knew she would be trouble. Knew that if she wanted, she’d be the total end of me. Never once did I consider that she’d be the beginning. A fresh start. The one on the other side who shows me all the bad shit that came before means nothing—mere fragments of memory after she was through.

But that’s exactly what she is. The start of something amazing. My second chance. And since my mother’s passing, I have never in my life been happier. Been more grateful. So yeah, while I definitely don’t want to succumb to an early death, if I did, at least I’d go knowing what it was like to be truly, madly,deeplyin love with life.

Heart thrumming in my chest, the robotic voice of my GPS yanks me from my thoughts and prompts me to take a right on the next street.

It’s just after dusk, but the light still filtering onto the road is enough for me to make out the graffiti tags along the decrepit buildings. The majority of them are cartel tags, others are art, while some I’ve never seen before and have no idea what they refer to. Still, it’s enough to set the scene for me to know I’m not welcome here, and I’m definitely not safe.

I double-check my phone again, looking at Fikes’ ETA. My uncle called me early this morning and asked if I would check out a tip. I’m not a field agent but being as my uncle doesn’t want anyone to actually report any tip as credible, he asked me to go. Said it would quell some of the questions that keep arising about why calls weren’t being taken seriously.

Unfortunately, I was standing next to Fikes, who insisted he come with me—being my trainee and all—and even though I ditched him during lunch, he was still able to catch me. I blame it on being distracted, thinking it was Elena as to why I answered his call.

7:52. Ten minutes out. Since this isn’t one of the real locations of the cartel, I wonder for a moment if I can’t simply look and report it to Fikes as a dead end. I doubt he’d want to double-check. Especially not with the ominous vibe of what I drive up to.

Pulling into the lot of my destination, I park in an empty spot by the front of a cargo yard. There’s only a few dozen containers here, but I know right away I don’t want to be here—a real hotspot or not. A few more pieces of street art decorate the side of the containers stacked four high, most of which are rusted and broken in various places. The setting sun does little to help make it look any less creepy, the hues of red glowing around the metal boxes kind of make it worse.

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