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“What’s that?” he asked.
She answered as she opened the email. “Six and I ran across a few names that kept popping up in the online game and I wanted to look into them a little more. I didn’t know where to start, so I asked my friend Lucy James if she could send me a list of sites and message boards that are popular with the white supremacy set.” She paused and read something, her lips tilting up into a small smile. “She did much more than that, though. She got me a cover story—an avatar used by a DOJ task force two years ago when they were trying to infiltrate an extremist group in Virginia. According to the fictional background, he’s been off the boards for these two years because he was sent to prison. Lucy included his deep background, too, in case anyone questions him showing up again.”
Joe’s stomach sank, although at this point, he wasn’t sure why. Of all the things Cyn had done in the time he’d known her, assuming someone else’s identity from behind a keyboard was probably the safest.
“You have good security on your system?” he asked. He wasn’t going to question her, but at least he could make sure she was well protected.
“The best. I’ll even have Lucy take a look tomorrow morning before I log on to any of the sites.”
She was giving him something. They were both trying to find their way in this relationship.
“How about you send your friend the request and whatever else she’d need to run the check on your system, and then we hit the sack?” Since that day in his hotel room in Djibouti, when he’d first felt her heat sear his fingers, being with Cyn wasn’t something that was ever far from his mind. But right now, with the revelations of the day—her stabbing, the information she’d collected from the apartment, the upcoming foray into the dark web—his emotions were all over the place. Primal energy swirled and tugged at his body and heneededto be with Cyn in the most elemental, raw way that two people could be together. He needed to feel her under him. He needed to hear her calling his name in the breathless pleading voice he loved so much. He needed to feel her wrapped around him, holding him.
Clearing his throat, he shot her a look. She was still staring at him and hadn’t yet sent the message to her friend Lucy. He suspected she could read his thoughts—or at least some of them—and he was fine with that. He had no interest in hiding them. “Send the message now unless you want to do it with my head between your thighs,” he said.
She actually seemed to consider the option, and he wasn’t one to make an idle threat. Shoving his chair back, he dropped to his knees, then rotated Cyn’s chair enough that his hands could slide up her thighs, but she could still type.
She shivered under his touch, then jerked her body upright. “Two minutes,” she said. “Give me two minutes.” He pressed a thumb to her clit, and she squirmed against his hand. “I’ll need longer if you keep distracting me.” Those might have been her words, but she hooked a leg over his shoulders as she spoke, making him chuckle.
“Keep typing. I’m watching the clock,” he said, his breath hot against the material of her leggings. Lowering her leg, he hooked his fingers under the waist of her pants and started inching them down. When he had them down to her knees, he paused. “Done yet, Cyn?” he asked, spreading her thighs as much as the material of her pants would let him. Her body was already flush, and her breath was coming out in short, quiet bursts.
But the sound that triggered his next move was the click of her mouse as she hit “send.” Not giving her a moment to speak, he rose abruptly, wrapping an arm around her waist as he did. Then turning her, he pressed her chest to her desk, leaving her legs, still bound together at the knees, hanging over the edge. Unbuckling his pants, he freed himself, and with one hand wrapped around his cock and the other splayed across Cyn’s back, he took a moment to appreciate the sight. Cyn might be petite, but she had a damn fine ass.
“You ready for this, Cyn?” he asked, moving his hands to her hips and pulling her to the position he wanted. They’d had the talk about health—they were both clean and Cyn got the birth control shots—before their first time together, and he was eternally grateful for the flexibility they had in not needing to use condoms.
“You have no idea,” Cyn said. “I’ve been thinking about your cock inside me all aftern—”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence before he thrust into her. With her knees bound together, everything about the coupling was tight, so fucking tight. He considered telling her to touch herself, but selfishly, he wanted her pleasure to come only from him tonight, and so he moved in and out of her, building the pleasure, building the pain, until she was begging him in that breathy voice he’d craved.
“You want to come, Cyn?” he ground out.
“God, please, yes,” she managed to say, then followed it with a moan. He felt her flutter around him. Not an orgasm, but the start of one.
Reaching around, he gently flicked her clit, knowing how sensitive it would be and how little it would take to send her over. And sure enough, a few seconds later, her back arched and she clamped down on him, milking him. He pressed in one more time, then a second, lifting her ever so slightly to get as deep as possible, then he joined her, his back locking as he exploded.
When the black dots stopped dancing in front of his eyes, he moved one hand from Cyn’s hip to the desk and leaned over, breathing hard and trying to catch his breath. Beneath him, Cyn’s chest rose and fell, her breath fogging the lacquered top of her desk.
Slowly, they came back to the here and now, and he withdrew. Evidence of their pleasure dampened her thighs, and he gently touched a spot before reaching for a tissue from the box sitting on the corner of her desk.
“Ready for bed?” he asked. As cliché as it was, even he noticed how much more relaxed his voice sounded than it had an hour ago.
Cyn chuckled as she pushed herself up to a standing position, then braced herself against the desk as she swayed. He pulled her leggings up, then tucked himself back into his jeans but didn’t bother zipping them.
She turned and gave him a lazy smile and a wink. “That was to take the edge off, right?”
He barked out a laugh. “There’s plenty more where that came from. Let’s get to bed and I’ll give you everything you want.”
She placed a palm on his cheek, a sweet gesture considering what they’d just done and what they planned to do. “That’s one of the things I love about you, Joe Harris. You’re such a giver.” And with that saucy comment, she pulled him down for a quick kiss before spinning out of his arms and bolting out of the office. Joe stood there for a moment before another laugh escaped him. He’d never had a woman run to be in bed with him before and, taking off after her, he sure as shit wasn’t going to keep this one waiting.
Chapter Eighteen
Saturday morning came slowly.A storm had moved in overnight and the clouds prolonged the darkness. The sounds and noises that usually filtered into her bedroom were hushed by the falling snow. Joe’s arm was wrapped around her, solid and warm. She might have teased him the night before about being a giver, but there was nothing to joke about when it came to how much he actually did give. She’d had her fair share of lovers in her life, but none compared to the singular focus Joe had when it came to pleasing her. Then again, that didn’t really surprise her since she, herself, had never felt so focused on a lover as she was when she was with Joe.
“Bed or shower?” Joe mumbled from behind her as he pulled her tighter against him and his morning arousal. It was Saturday, they had all the time in the world. Well, all the time in the world until noon which was when Lucy said she’d be done with the security review on her system, and Cyn would be safe to begin her jaunt into the dark web.
“Have you heard from Beni?” she asked, rolling onto her back to look at Joe. His eyes were closed, but he raised an eyebrow as his hand closed over her breast.
“Bed it is,” he answered his own question, then with a grace she wouldn’t have thought possible considering not two minutes ago he’d been sound asleep, he rolled over and settled himself between her legs, his arms braced on either side of her. She wasn’t distracted—well, nottoodistracted—from her question even as she lifted her legs and locked her ankles across his lower back. Slowly, almost reverently, he sank into her.
