Sounds Like Deception (Sounds Like 2)

“Not like this,” he groaned. “Too many ears out there. Too many agents.” He struggled for air the way I did. “I’m not going to put you in that position.”

His hands roamed my body. Squeezing my breasts. Combing through my hair. Sliding under my bra and pinching my nipples. We were failing miserably at backing down.

“I like this position,” I teased. My teeth clamped the bottom part of his earlobe.

I felt the cold rush between us when AJ jogged to the door and locked it. He put a clothes hamper in front and turned on the shower.

“Oh shit. You do want to fuck me.” I bit my lip.

He unzipped his pants and they fell to his ankles.

“I always want to fuck you, babe. Always.” He tugged my pants off my ankles.

I hissed when he slid a finger along my slit as he dragged the silk panties to the floor. Had we been this reckless before? This wild? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I craved him when there was danger. I thirsted for him when there was calm.

He fisted his wide cock, and then buried it inside me.

“Oh, AJ,” I cried. My hips tried to match his thrusts, but he was ruthless. Untamed. He pumped harder and faster.

My ass rocked on the counter as he lifted me higher to meet his thrusts. It was pure bliss. It was the quickest way to make us both come. We were on a roller coaster headed for the fall. I clenched against him. He hilted himself as far as he could and we trembled, holding and clawing at each other with one orgasm and another.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered in a gravelly voice in my ear. It sent shivers to my core. “I can’t believe we did that. I’m on duty, babe.”

I giggled. “I’m not sorry.”

He playfully smacked me on the ass. “I guess there’s nothing wrong with helping you ease your nerves before the debrief.”

“Is that what they call that in the agency?”

He winked. AJ stooped to collect our pants from the bathroom floor. He walked over to the shower and turned it off.

“I’ll tell Canson you just got out of the shower.”

“All these agents make me nervous. I need a few more minutes.” I considered the idea of hopping in the shower even though the water was already off.

“I’ll go talk to Canson and let him know you’re getting ready. He’s not the most patient man.”

“Thank you.”

He dropped a rough kiss on my lips. I looked in the blackness of his eyes.

“Tonight, we’ll talk.”

I nodded. “Ok.”

He closed the door and I turned toward the mirror.

I didn’t know what to expect in the interview. I imagined it was going to be something long and grueling. Not that Agent Canson would shine a flashlight in my eyes, but the questions would be just as pointed. Trying to go back to the hijacking seemed like an impossible task right now. My mind was focused on the stalker. The man who had lured me to Louisiana. The fact that I had more adversaries in the world who were still out there was inconceivable. How had this shit happened to me?

I brushed my teeth and reapplied a light concealer. I looked somewhat alive as I left the bathroom. My cheeks were flushed and my hair wasn’t as neat as it had been. I hoped the pounding in my head would stop. I walked into the kitchen.

This was it. Time to get the big interview out of the way.

Chapter Twenty-Three

As I walked into the kitchen, I expected to see all the agents who had been milling about the safe house, but they only ways in the room were AJ and Canson. I was reminded most of the topics we were going to cover today were above certain security clearances.

Agent Canson greeted me. “Ms. Miller, good to see you again.”