Page 34 of Remade

He huffed. “You mean that she actually works for Hillcroft? Yeah. But she’s a free agent or something, he said. She works from home in Washington. She’s like…a hacker.” He traced a finger along my sternum, his gaze following every movement. “She has autism. Ryan told me she won’t be verbal. Being around new people gives her too much anxiety or something, so she clams up.”

I hummed, more focused on Leighton’s anxiety. Hopefully, meeting Ryan had made it more manageable.

He swallowed and hesitated for a beat. “Can you be there tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He flicked me a glance and seemed half surprised. “Really?”

I chuckled under my breath. “Why does that surprise you? I practically forced you to face Ryan.”

“Yeah, but—” He let out a breath. “Never mind. I’m not gonna assume I’m a bother. Thank you.”

That made me weirdly happy. We were gonna communicate a lot easier without his insecurities holding him back. And that spoke volumes, ’cause he was already way easier to talk to than anyone else.

“You will never be a bother,” I murmured. “When are they flying in tomorrow?”

He shifted closer and buried his face against my neck. “They’re on a red-eye, so they’ll be here early. Ryan said he’s gonna see if we can find a secluded area somewhere so we can have breakfast.”

That could be arranged. With so many of our operators in the field, our rec room stood empty most days.

I’d mention it, but Leighton seemed more interested in seducing me. He kissed my neck and rubbed a hand up my chest.

“You might wanna move your laptop if you’re gonna squirm around like that, pup.”

“Oh, right.” He closed the lid and moved the laptop to the table. “Can we do stuff? I’m super horny.”

I coughed and fell right down a hole of filthy fantasies, but my options were severely limited.

“Am I gonna struggle to keep up with you?”

“Let’s find out.” He hauled his tee over his head, then promptly shimmied out of his sweats, and I lifted my eyebrows. Who was this guy? How could everything he did turn me on? How could his body be so utterly fucking addictive? “I wanna make you feel good.” He scooted farther down and pushed away the blankets enough so he could see what he was doing.

I drew a breath and carefully shifted closer to the edge, giving him more space.

If he wanted to make me feel good, I wasn’t gonna stop him.

“In my defense, this is all your fault,” he said, brushing his hand over my boxer briefs. “You’re too sexy.”

I laughed under my breath. “Flattery will get you everywhere with me.”

He grinned cheekily and pulled at my underwear, and he dipped down and licked the length of my cock.

Fuck yeah.

My heart thrummed a little faster as heat rolled through me, and he didn’t string me along. Not that I’d let him anyway. But he sucked me into his hot little mouth and got me hard in seconds.

“Fuck,” I exhaled. “That’s a good boy.” I found his ass in the pool of blankets. “Let’s do one better. I want this ass in my face.”

He withdrew from me in an instant and peered back at me, and his expression was comical. He acted like he’d never been eaten out before.

Wait, hadn’t he?

“What’re you gonna do?” he asked.

“Stick my tongue in your ass, what else?”

His eyebrows flew up. “You, uh…you like doing that?”

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