Page 25 of Special Agent Joseph

In seconds, Joe crouched down beside her, “Meggie? Are you okay?”

“Why did you hit him? He liked me.” Megan looked at Joe, her eyes unfocused, and her face flushed. Suddenly, she reached out for his neck and pulled him over her, aggressively winding her body around his. “Kiss me.”

Joe had a good idea what had gotten into Megan but mistook it for alcohol. “Hey Meggie, it’s me, and you’re drunk. Stop.” His arms pushed down on each side of her to force himself away.

Stretching up to pull him back, she focused on his face before adding, “Be nice to Meggie. Not drunk. Don’t drink. Only water. Need you.” In a begging tone, she pleaded, “Come ‘ere.” Forceful and wanting her way, she gave him little choice, especially since he didn’t want to hurt her by tussling.

In her agitation, the strap on her tank top broke, and the material hung loose, showing most of her breast. Seeing her ripe body close up, his needs jumped to attention. Stupidly, he closed his eyes.Lord have mercy!

That’s when her lips crushed his, asserting her wishes. Again, he tore his mouth from hers, trying to be the good guy in this weird situation he found himself in. Unfortunately, she used the opportunity to wrench his shirt front open, and began kissing his skin and pleading, “According to office gossip, you like women, Jos-seph. Lots of women. I’m a woman. So… don’t stop.” Again, Megan pushed her lips to his and bit at his mouth teasingly. “I really want this.”

She knows it’s me. That mattered. Before he could stop himself, Joe followed her down and let himself get carried away. His brain might have no memories, but his body sure as hell did. And the betrayer let him know it had been a long time since it had felt this good. Hunger rushed throughout and every muscle and nerve ending woke up, ready to do as the lady asked.

Still, he knew it was wrong. He had to stop her from making a huge mistake. If she had been in her right mind, he’d be all in for letting it happen. In fact, he’d be delighted. But every still-working cell in his muddled head said there’d be hell to pay when she sobered up.

Again, forcing his lips away from hers and trying to get away from her strong legs clinging around his hips… her crotch rubbing into him until he could barely breathe, he tried making sense yet again. “Megan. Stop.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“We can’t do this. You’re stoned on something, you’re not yourself. You’ll be sorry tomorrow, trust me baby. I want you so much, I can barely stand it, but we can’t. Come on. Let me help you up.” He tried prying her legs from around him, rolling to the side to get away, but she followed, pushing him over, now more in charge and determined to get her way.

While he’d tried explaining everything to make her see sense, she ignored him, working at his belt, undoing the buckle, and easing her hand inside his pants to hold him in her hot grasp.

“Goddammit, Meggie. Stop. Lord help me here… I don’t think we should.”

“Shut up. I’m burning, Joe. I need you.” Wriggling against his hardness, she tried forcing his pants open even wider so she could angle him to where he could enter her body. Giving up when she couldn’t get her way, she muttered, “You do it.” Then she pulled at her thong, ripping it off so she would be ready for his entry.

Afterward, he admitted it was her calling him Joe that made him lose reason. Like she knew who he was and still wanted him. Or maybe he weakened when he smelled the erotic wetness of her body and like a dog in heat, he lost all reason.

Working fast, he quickly lowered his jeans and entered the paradise waiting for him. Megan cried out with glee, calling hisname over and over, pushing him toward the heaven he knew hovered above them both. Sweating, panting, ecstasy in sight, he took over, covering her body with his while he plunged into the most beautiful abyss of tight, hot, mind-blowing delight he’d ever experienced.

Both bodies stiffened as they orgasmed together, and her scream of happiness ignited the same feeling in him.

“Oh – my God. Joe. I love you. Again, please.”

Hearing those words woke him from his happy little dreamworld. What the hell did he just do?

Chapter Seventeen

In seconds, Joe crouched down beside her, “Meggie? Are you okay?”

“Why did you hit him? He liked me. ”Megan looked at Joe, her eyes unfocused, and her face flushed. Suddenly, she reached out for his neck and pulled him over her, aggressively winding her body around his. “Kiss me.”

Joe had a good idea what had gotten into Megan but mistook it for alcohol. “Hey Meggie, it’s me, and you’re drunk. Stop.” His arms pushed down on each side of her to force himself away.

Stretching up to pull him back, she focused on his face before adding, “Be nice to Meggie. Not drunk. Don’t drink. Only water. Need you.” In a begging tone, she pleaded, “Come ‘ere.” Forceful and wanting her way, she gave him little choice, especially since he didn’t want to hurt her by tussling.

In her agitation, the strap on her tank top broke, and the material hung loose, showing most of her breast. Seeing her ripebody close up, his needs jumped to attention. Stupidly, he closed his eyes.Lord have mercy!

That’s when her lips crushed his, asserting her wishes. Again, he tore his mouth from hers, trying to be the good guy in this weird situation he found himself in. Unfortunately, she used the opportunity to wrench his shirt front open, and began kissing his skin and pleading, “According to office gossip, you like women, Jos-seph. Lots of women. I’m a woman. So… don’t stop.” Again, Megan pushed her lips to his and bit at his mouth teasingly. “I really want this.”

She knows it’s me. That mattered. Before he could stop himself, Joe followed her down and let himself get carried away. His brain might have no memories, but his body sure as hell did. And the betrayer let him know it had been a long time since it had felt this good. Hunger rushed throughout and every muscle and nerve ending woke up, ready to do as the lady asked.

Still, he knew it was wrong. He had to stop her from making a huge mistake. If she had been in her right mind, he’d be all in for letting it happen. In fact, he’d be delighted. But every still-working cell in his muddled head said there’d be hell to pay when she sobered up.

Again, forcing his lips away from hers and trying to get away from her strong legs clinging around his hips… her crotch rubbing into him until he could barely breathe, he tried making sense yet again. “Megan. Stop.”

“Don’t wanna.”

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