Page 6 of Jacqueline's Quest

“I’ll be running the mission from C&C,” Noah said. “Then two days before the takedown, I will meet up with all of you in Mexico.”

"Now that you are all properly aware of the mission," Asher said. "I want you to take some time—a day or two at most—and figure out if this is the op for you. I won't lie and say we don't need you because we do. Scotty, I understand the idea of being seen as a pleasure object because of your deafness repulses you, but I'd be remiss if I didn't say you have the ability to save those who are locked up in that building suffering. And, as selfish as it sounds, I need you to look at the bigger picture."

The guy sighed then signed as he said, “I understand and appreciate your care. I need to sleep on it and get it right in my head before I can place myself or AJ in this situation.”

Thomas smirked.

"Fair enough," Asher replied. "You're all dismissed. Murray, I'll be in contact with you soon.”

“Copy that,” Murray answered. “See you all soon.”

Not two seconds after Murray disconnected the call, Jaqueline turned to him. “We need to talk.”

“That sounds ominous.” Murray turned in his chair, giving the woman he’d been living with the last two weeks his full attention.

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

He chuckled. “No good ever came to a man who heard a woman utter those four words.”

She shrugged. “We need a shtick. AJ, Scotty, and Thomas have a couple of things that will draw attention to them, giving them an edge with the bidding.”

Murray nodded, having half an idea of where she was going with this. Mostly because he’d already come up with something earlier that he wanted to run past her. She just jumped the gun on him. Truth be told, he could’ve spoken up, made it less uncomfortable, but deep down, he was an asshole and he wanted to see if Jaqueline had the balls to voice what he knew would give them the edge when they went with it.

She was a badass bitch for sure, but Murray knew sex had a way of embarrassing or making people feel uncomfortable. It was obvious, she might be one of those people. He’d already figured out in the last weeks, she had no people skills and like him, she preferred to hide and work behind the scenes, bringing justice to those who deserved it. However, she also had a backbone of steel and had a sharp tongue to boot. She could bring a lesser man to his knees without even trying.

“What are you thinking?” he prodded when she went silent, her dark eyes focused on an object over his right shoulder.

Her tits moved up and down on her chest when she took a deep breath in, then released it. Murray was a breast man. He loved them in all shapes and sizes. Big or small, Murray could spend hours touching and tasting them. A favorite activity of his was to push the soft mounds together and fuck them. Jaqueline's were round, and firm—a bit larger for her thin frame. He struggled to keep his focus on her face, and not the flesh he desired to taste and tease until she begged him to fuck her.

He scrubbed the lurid thoughts from his brain and brought his attention back to rescuing their siblings—and any others who needed it—not what he planned on doing once they were all safe and he could explore whatever was building between him and Jaqueline.

She crossed her arms—a defensive pose—and frowned, as though whatever she’d been thinking might do more harm than good. “I need to be a Domme and you…you need to be my submissive.”

Murray didn't miss the quiver of her voice or the thickening of her accent when she spoke. He noticed a day or two ago whenever she felt passionate about something, even the smallest thing, voice dropped an octave and her Spanish accent grew thicker. He expected some embarrassment from her, instead she straightened her shoulders and nodded. "Yes, I think I need to be the dominant in this relationship for this mission to work."

Submitting, for Murray went against everything he believed in. He was all alpha-asshole when it came to the women he dated when he dated. He also liked to be in charge as well. There was nothing like a woman who gave over to him in supplication. Seeing her on her knees, hearing her call him Master. Fuck yes, boner for days. None of it mattered though.

Murray leaned forward, resting his elbows on his massive thighs and asked the question burning in his gut while simultaneously trying to control his hard, unruly dick. “From our little impromptu session the other night, you were out of your element, you sure you got the cajones for this?

Jaq shook her head.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“I’ve done research, though.” She shrugged. “After. My gut is telling me this will work. If you give me a chance.”

Murray snorted. “That’s all fine and dandy, Jaq until you’re in a situation andneedto be the Domme.”

"By the way, you asserted yourself the other night, I suspect this isn't the first time."

Murray tried hard to always be trustworthy. It came with the territory of being an Eagle Scout and if they were going to make any of this work, he had to lay it all out there. “Yeah. I have. I play when I can. Missions always come first, though.” He scratched at his beard as he watched her shift in her chair.

Jaqueline broke eye contact first. She squirmed in her chair. He couldn’t get a bead on her. Either she was excited about the prospect or not. If she wasn’t, what happened the other night indicated she had no desire to submit or dominate. Going through the motions with something like this, at this type of auction, could get both of them killed. She jolted out of her chair, surprising him. “Never mind, it’s a stupid idea.”

Murray snagged her wrist, keeping her close. "Stop. It's not. I've been bouncing the same idea around in my head for the last couple of days. The kicker is, you have to be the one to figure this out. I'm all in."

Her brown eyes widened. “You have?”

Murray stood, not willing to let her go yet. “Yeah. I’d suck your toes or hell, lick your ass, Jaq, if it’ll help get my sister, and your brother out of that hellhole, I’d let you peg me.”

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