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“Wow! You, Zevran, and Gabriel—in one room! The world would melt.”
“Yeah, well, your innocence wasn’t the only thing he alerted me to.”
“Oh?”
“Apparently, the ALAN they are looking to sell on the black market, that will eventually be unleashed onto the world, is bent on humanity’s destruction. Oh, and he’s looking to make Rachel Green his queen.”
“Wait, what?!?”
Irene gets up, sighing. “I’ve already heard all this. I’ll let you two catch up. I suppose you’re going to want to share a guest room.”
My cheeks flush pink, unsure of whether Drake had told her of our dalliance or if she just assumed.
“Thanks, ma,” Drake says and turns to me. “Care to share a room?”
Chapter 30
Grace
I wake up in Drake’s arms, unsure of how I got there. I replay the day’s events in my mind, remembering each confusing turn of event.
Drake’s chest rises and falls in a comforting rhythm. Being next to him feels so powerful, but more than that, it feels safe. I hadn’t realized how scared I’ve been the last month. Scared of losing everything I’ve built for myself, or rather, scared of the reality that I had already lost everything. Hopefully, in light of the new information, I’ll be able to reclaim my life and get it all back.
That is if we can save the world from the threat of Evil ALAN.
Yeah, that was quite the curveball. Lab ALAN bent on humanity’s destruction was never a worry I thought I’d have. Thankfully, Drake has a plan, and it all hinges on baiting Elliot to sell ALAN to Gabriel Icor. Gabriel, Drake, and a bunch of their rich friends are coming together to make sure they have the largest bid because if the FBI tries to gather the funding, it will raise too many questions, which will cost time and possibly even result in a leak of the operation. Hopefully, once ALAN is secured, the FBI will swoop in and make an arrest.
But, if something goes wrong and Evil ALAN is somehow unleashed to the internet, the world as we know it will change.
Drake stirs, and my body comes alive with lust. He was so exhausted, he went straight to sleep, knowing tomorrow would be hectic.
I draw in a deep, staggered breath as a wave of heat flushes through me. His angular jaw is sporting a small scruff that I long to feel against my thigh. I wholly admit to being greedy, but who can blame me? Whoever said, “giving is better than receiving,” has never once had oral sex. Not that I wouldn’t love to wrap my lips around his thick member. He’s absolute physical perfection.
I reach a hand down to relieve my tension, keeping my eyes trained on Drake’s taut muscles. It doesn’t take long before I’m wet and panting, trying not to disturb my one-time lover.
My mind races, imagining his greedy hands on my body, touching me everywhere. I’m kissing his plush lips, he’s forceful in a way that excites me. Of course, I prefer a gentleman, but my mind can turn any handsome man into a bad boy.
Yes, take me, fuck me—oh, YES!
Drake’s hand covers mine.
“Getting started without me,” he rasps as he pushes my panties aside and slides a finger inside me.
I shudder in response, grinding against his palm, his fingers working me into a frenzy.
“You’re so fucking hot, Grace, and you’re all mine.” He withdraws his hand, bringing it up to my mouth and slides a wet finger across my lower lip before kissing me passionately.
It’s primal, a kind of erotic I never got from Frank. Something that I could get addicted to.
He rolls me fully onto my back, then straddles me. His hands are making short work of my panties, sliding them down my thighs, and tossing them off the bed. Next, he pulls up on my shirt, but instead of taking it off, he simply exposes my breasts, taking a puckered nipple into his mouth.
He moans as he sucks, the throbbing sends pulsing pleasure to my already engorged clitoris. He pulls away, lavishing equal attention on my other nipple, drawing it into a rhythmic suckle that has me panting and grinding upward into him.
“Don’t be so eager,” he whispers.
“Easy for you to say!”
“You think I’m not sporting a raging boner right now?” he replies, then presses his massive member to the junction between my thighs.
