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I didn’t know everything—far from it. But from what I’d personally witnessed, and from stray tidbits I’d picked up here and there in the course of my duties…
Yeah. Jordan Walsh was a force of nature, and it was a highly kept secret that there were quite a few Secret Service agents working The Shift who were more than shitting-bricks terrified of getting on his bad side rather than on Leo’s or Chris Bruunt’s. Not just because of Jordan’s place in Leo’s heart, but because of who Jordan was.
Being a civilian, even though he was Elliot’s body man, it still allowed Jordan a level of anonymity Leo and Elliot could no longer enjoy. Jordan had knowledge and connections and probably hundreds of literal and metaphorical maps to where bodies were buried.
And I do mean literal and metaphorical.
I wish I was exaggerating but I wouldn’t put anything past him. I wouldn’t even be shocked if it turned out he had a hand in a certain congresswoman’s conveniently untimely death from a drug overdose, a friend of Elliot’s sister, Stella Woodley.
Not that Leo—or Elliot—would ever let that knowledge come to light even if it was true.
Jordan was one of those kinds of guys who was easy-going and friendly, and whose good side you absolutely wanted to stay on. Because while you might not be able to imagine him angry orvengeful on a good day, he’d likely turn into a mini kaiju when that switch got flipped.
And be damned near as unstoppable.
It wasn’t that Jordan was an asshole, either. On the contrary, the same agents who were terrified of him also loved working with him. He often made cookies and other treats for them.
Kayley rolled on top of me and straddled my hips, her hands resting on my pecs. I captured her wrists in my hands, circling them with my fingers as she smiled down at me.
“Think he’s had enough of a rest?” she asked.
I smiled up at her. “Why don’t you ask him?”
I released her wrists as she slithered backward, down my body. Before I could spread my legs for her, she shoved her hands between my knees and pushed my thighs apart. Her gaze lay anchored on mine as she took my cock in her hand and slowly engulfed the head between her lips.
A gasp shuddered out of me. “Good girl,” I hoarsely whispered. I crooked one arm under my head to give me a better angle to watch and reached down with my other to run my fingers through her damp hair. “Verygood girl.”
The warmth of her fingers quickly hardened me in her grasp. She slowly teased my cockhead, tracing the tip of her tongue around the ridge, flicking the slit.
Unable to resist, I slowly rocked my hips. “Come on, baby,” I said. “Don’t tease me.”
I resisted the urge to grab her head and shove her down onto my cock because, while that would be sexy as hell to me, it was one of the things we hadn’t negotiated yet.
And I preferred not to be bitten there, so I figured it was prudent to wait for retroactive guidance.
Hey, “Dominant” does not automatically equate to “asshole”. I wanted to still have a relationship after this vacation, not end up with an unwanted, rustic, DIY circumcision.
Her brown gaze playfully narrowed as she slowly took more of my cock between her beautiful lips. Tortuously slow. As she did, her tongue stroked my shaft and pulled more moans out of me. Her warm breath washed over my balls and I let out a louder groan when she cupped them with her free hand and gently fondled them.
Dammit, even this was perfect between us. From our first nights together until now, our sex life never lacked.
She knows how to drag this out, knows how to keep me on the edge every bit as well as I know how to play her body for my amusement and her pleasure.
She also knew what she was doing to me right now.
Delicious suction as she pulled off to the head to lave her tongue around it again drew a hiss out of me. “Such a tease,” I said, stroking her hair and struggling not to wrap it around my fist.
Her soft giggle around my cock vibrated through my body, sending a surge of pleasure through me. If she kept that up, I’d be blowing in short order.
Which was her goal. She swallowed me again and it didn’t take but another minute or so for me to explode. I groaned, my fists clenching and unclenching while I struggled not to moan too loudly.
“Fuck yeah!” I gasped.
She crawled back up the blanket to nestle against my side. “Short nap?” she asked.
I rolled onto my side and wrapped my body around hers. “Sounds fantastic.”
CHAPTER 15
