Page 40 of The Magic of Betrayal
"Not sure, but you're right. I was just asking him about it before you came home. I don't think he's sleeping well, but something's definitely up. He probably needs to get laid. I mean, he definitely needed to. Celibacy is hard on the mind when you’re hearing about how great sex is all the time. Whoever his mystery woman is, obviously isn't here, and who knows how long it's been since he's gotten some action." I shook my head. A man had needs.
"Kai, I almost confessed everything to her last night. The lying is eating me alive. It started out as a mission, but this has turned into so much more and I feel like our future is with her, don't you? Something tells me she is not going to react well to the fact that we kept this from her, especially when she realizes exactly the kind of work we are involved with. We've killed a lot of fucking people, K. She's so sweet and wouldn't harm a fly, what if she doesn't want us anymore when she realizes what monsters we actually are?"
Cam was panicking, I could tell because he was usually a man of few words, yet, here he was talking almost as much as Sprout.
"I know, boss. I know. How do you think I feel? Bagheera put his paw down and claimed his mate, we both did… if she hates us for this, I don’t know how we’ll handle it.” I inhaled a shuddering breath, because it was a possibility she would be really pissed. “But we don't have a choice in the matter right now. Do you really want to cross Larson on a mission that is so important to him? He'd fucking kill us if we fucked this up,” I firmly reminded him while running my hand through my hair. “Hopefully, the woman makes an appearance soon and we can be done with it. Speaking of, have you given any thought as to what comes next?" I questioned, holding my breath and waiting for his response.
"I love the job, Kai. The traveling, the excitement, saving people, killing bad guys. I'm not sure who I am without that, what would I even do with myself without my career?"
"Well, I was thinking..." I trailed off when he groaned teasingly. "No, no, hear me out, big man. I think this is a good idea."
When he crossed his arms and looked at me expectantly, I swallowed and then pitched my idea to him.
"We already have a location. The warehouse in Kingstown. It's massive and the old processing plant that's underground would be perfect for affinity training. What if we can convince Larson that it'd be a great investment for expansion and we could turn it into a training facility? We're the best of the best, we could run it for him," I explained, my stomach twisting as I waited to hear his response to my idea.
His brow furrowed and I could see the wheels turning in his head as he did his leader bullshit, working out all the logistics in his mind at a rapid fire pace.
"Actually, I think that's kind of genius. He'd be a fool not to go for it, more and more people are signing up for the training program and there's even been a waitlist the past year. Seems everyone is realizing that it's one of the best bets to get you to the top of your game and setting yourself up for a career. I like this. A lot. We'll need to talk about it with Fischer and Sloane, but I think Fish will be all for it. Sloane is going to push back though, he loves the spy life."
Nodding, I opened a granola bar and munched on it while we sat in companionable silence and thought about our future.
"Let's wait to talk to Larson about anything until we have everything figured out, because you know he's going to ask, and I'd rather have some numbers and statistics for him before pitching the idea. It'll make this look more like a planned change versus a spur of the moment thing. He's more likely to take us seriously that way," Cam decided, and I agreed with a thoughtful nod. We needed to plan this accordingly.
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I'd thrownmyself headfirst into planning mode. I decided that I'd wait to tell Fischer and Sloane about my idea until I had it completely prepared, knowing that it would be better that way because then I could actually answer their questions without sounding like a fuckin' amateur.
One thing I figured out quickly, I didn't like financial shit. Talk about boring. By the stars, if I had to look at any more bullshit reports, I was liable to set the whole folder I'd collected on fire. Cam offered to take over that part when he'd found me holding a lighter underneath the pile of papers over the kitchen sink. Not my proudest moment, but for real, fuck math.
I'd spent several days typing up proposals and ideas, trying to put all of my thoughts together, and the more I researched and thought about this project, the more excited I became for the possibility of a future here. Closing my laptop, I debated what to do next.Damn, I’m bored.I took a deep breath and my nostrils flared.Mate. Jumping off the bed, I sprinted down the hallway, and slid into the living room in my socks. I smiled savagely at Saige, who had just noticed me, her eyes wide as I stalked toward her.
"What's a pretty cub like you doing up here alone?"
"Kai... I just came up to say hi. I'm on my lunch break, but I only have ten minutes before I need to get back downstairs..." she backed up and put the island between us.Silly witch, that's not going to stop me.
We circled around, my eyes flashing with the thrill of the hunt.I wonder if she'd run from me.That thought had my cock turning to steel, thinking of her trying to escape me in the woods, tackling her, and fucking her into the dirt.
"Kaito... I can't be late. Don't look at me like that, bad kitty!"
I was positive my eyes were yellow now, all animal.
"Run," I growled, and her mouth opened when I gracefully pounced onto the top of the island. She didn't hesitate, squealing and turning to run toward the bedroom. Snarling, I dove off the counter and chased her. She was just about to slam my bedroom door shut in my face, but I got my foot in the door at the last moment and she screamed, diving over my bed and pressing herself against the wall.
"I can hear your heartbeat, Cub," I spoke quietly, my voice rough in my throat.
"I'm sure you can."
"I can smell how turned on you are, too." A smirk tugged at my lips and she shook her head, like she could try to lie.
Crossing her arms, she sassed back, "You're losing your mind, pussy cat."
Not giving her a single clue as to my intentions, I launched myself across the bed and tossed her down onto the mattress, crawling on top of her and pinning her wrists above her head.
"You're lying, Cub."
She was wearing one of those sexy as hell vintage pin-up dresses that had her amazing tits practically falling out as she laid, panting beneath me. Single mindedly, I ran a hand up her leg. She was wearing pantyhose, but when I hit her thigh, a purr erupted from my throat when I realized she was actually wearing fucking stockings.
Flipping her dress up, I groaned as I took in the black lace garter belt, thigh high stockings, and matching black lace thong.
