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“I hope you don’t mind. I woke up wanting breakfast.” She looked up at him from beneath her lashes.

“I think we can arrange something. Since you’re being such a good girl, I’ll even let you have your coffee.”

Her nose crinkled up and he thought she was going to poke her tongue out at him, but she didn’t. Instead, she raised her bottom up off her heels but remained on her knees.

“Actually, I had a different kind of breakfast in mind,” she said as she tugged at his towel. Peter’s eyebrows rose.

“Far be it from me to deprive you of the breakfast you desire.” His voice was husky as his erection grew. A groan escaped his lips when she pulled him into her hot, wet little mouth, and he fought the urge to push himself to the back of her throat. This was her show, he’d already decided. Her hands gripped his thighs as she slowly lowered her head and pulled back again, all while staring up at him with big eyes. He let one hand tangle in her hair, but he didn’t guide or control her movements. Her tongue fluttered over the head of his cock and it pulsed against her lips. God that felt good.

Then she sucked him back into her mouth and gagged, so he pulled away. She stopped him and pushed herself further down onto him and sucked hard. Her hands pushed into the back of his thighs as if she were trying to physically pull him in and out, so he helped her along with a gentle thrust of his hips. She nodded around his cock. That’s what she wanted. Good thing, because he wasn’t sure he could hold back much longer.

His thrusts got faster, and his cock tensed as he watched it moving in and out of her delicious mouth. When she sucked him all the way in again, his balls tightened. Done letting her have the power, he tightened his grip on her hair and began thrusting harder into her throat. Feeling her swallow around him and the gentle puffs of air fluttering over him as she exhaled through her nose were the nails in his coffin and he let himself go in her mouth. She gulped down his spurts of thick, hot semen. God, there wasn’t much hotter than watching a woman swallow him.

When she had swallowed the last drop, he pulled out of her mouth and gently cupped her face. “That was one hell of a good morning, baby,”

She grinned up at him.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to have my breakfast later.” He winked and hauled her up. “We need to get dressed and call Gage so we can get our day started.”

***

Carrie followed Peter into the kitchen after they were both dressed. Gage was on his way over and said he had some information to share Carrie went to work.

She dropped to her knees near the counter where he stood making coffee. He winked and pointed at the small table. “You can sit there. I’ll bring you your coffee.”

She moved to the chair and waited. He brought her a steaming mug of coffee with lots of sugar and she sipped gratefully.

As Peter was putting oatmeal into a bowl, Gage came sauntering in. Peter must have given him a key.

“Morning, friends.” He held a box of donuts out to Carrie and she picked two.

“At least you know what a good breakfast is.”

Gage winked and sat on a barstool. “So, after I went home last night, I made a phone call to a friend. Don’t ask who. But Boomer has been in deep with the NSA for a little while. I thought I’d heard that rumor, but I confirmed it this morning.”

Carrie sat up straighter and set her coffee aside. “I… I might have access to a source inside the NSA but Peter isn’t going to like it.”

He clunked is bowl of oatmeal onto the table with a thud and fixed his gaze on her. “Spit it out, little one.”

She twisted at a decorative bow on her blouse. “I hate this so much.”

“Carrie,” Peter warned.

“Just give me a minute. I’m working up to it. I don’t want you to be mad.”

He picked up her hand. “I’m only going to be mad if you hide things from me.”

She cocked her head to one side and lifted a shoulder. “OK. Just remember, I warned you that you wouldn’t like it.”

“Consider me warned.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s Gina.”

“Fuck,” Peter bit out, shoving his bowl away. “Yep, you’re right. I don’t like it.”

“I can tell her I’m working on a follow up piece for the black budget—not a lie. I don’t have any NSA sources, but I know some of the original leaks came from them. I’m just looking for someone on the inside that I can talk to.”

Gage plucked another donut from the box. “Or you play on her need to make a splash with her new show. Give her a little nibble of the Upwood story and tell her you need to find a missing NSA operative.”

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