Diane (The Town of Pearl 6)

“There’s been some monitored chatter. I was just on with Weathers. This whole situation is an inside job. There’s a rat. Someone who gave up those agents’ home addresses. I have to stay on this case. I’ve already discovered some things that can aid in the investigation. There are these two shipments that my informants heard were a big deal. Lots of security, lots of guns, and big money was spent to ensure these shipments go through.”

“I don’t believe this. You promised. You can’t just turn away and let some other agent do this, can you? You still have a thing for Brenda. This is what it’s all about.”

“No, I don’t. She’s a good friend.”

“A friend you’d risk your life for, our lives for? She went rogue.” Drake shook his head. “Goddamn it, what about Diane? You made love to her last night with us. You’re willing to pursue this case and travel out there or wherever just to ease your mind and prove to yourself that Brenda turned her back on the agency, on this country, and you?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“All because you fucked her one time? What the hell is wrong with you?” Drake yelled.

“Drake?” Diane stood in the doorway wearing only a silk robe, one that they had purchased for her from the boutique. Drake gave Mark a dirty look.

“Let’s go have breakfast. Mark needs to make some decisions,” he stated.

“Drake, I’m trying to protect all of us. Without getting into details, we need to take precautions. I wouldn’t lie to you about Brenda and my personal feelings. But this is a government case. I can’t divulge everything to you. Please understand that what I’m doing has to be done.”

“Come on, Diane,” Drake whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Wait,” Diane said. She looked at Mark. “What’s going on? Who’s Brenda?” She nibbled her bottom lip. Drake’s chest tightened. He shouldn’t have lost his cool and started yelling. Of course Diane would have heard him, but he was so pissed off at his brother.

“I can’t, Diane. It’s business,” Mark stated and then turned off the computer screen, but Diane was looking at the picture as she walked deeper into the room. She placed her palm on the file and Drake walked closer, too. He could see it was of Brenda.

“Is this her?” Diane asked, thinking that Brenda’s picture was inside. She must not have seen the picture on the screen.

Mark pulled her between his legs as he sat in the chair. Drake was pissed off as he listened to Mark try to minimize what was really going on to Diane. It was wrong. This needed to stop. His brother had to cut ties with this case, with the government, and just do what he promised them. They needed to keep Diane safe. Now Drake worried about all of them.

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Mark felt his gut clench. He didn’t want to lie, to make up a story about Brenda or this case, but he couldn’t divulge any information. Anything he told her could put her into danger. Drake didn’t seem to be focusing on that or the fact that agents were attacked in their homes. They were full-time active agents. Mark wasn’t. He was hired out per diem.

He held Diane between his legs, letting his hands slide up and under the silk rose-colored robe she wore. He remembered picking it out for her. There was a matching rose-colored short camisole with thong panties that had tiny lace flowers along the trim.

“Mark, don’t lie to me. Just tell me the truth. I promise to not say anything to anyone.” She was so sweet and innocent. They’d taken that innocence from her last night. He wouldn’t flood her with the dangers of his profession.

He pressed his thumbs against her hip bones and pulled her closer. “You smell so good. I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t tell you about it. All I can tell you, because of what you heard Drake say, is that I’m not involved with Brenda. We’re friends, we worked together. She’s missing or involved with some bad people and now that I’ve pushed for more information, I’ve become involved.”

“Are you in danger?” she asked, holding onto him.

He swallowed hard.

“This is what I do. You mean so much to me and what we shared last night was incredible. I look forward to more nights like that. Please, just understand that this is my job and protecting my family, you, is most important to me.”

He pressed his forehead gently against her belly then reached up and undid the tie to the robe. Pulling back, the silk parted. She wore the camisole and thong. Her belly was bare, her skin silky smooth and so lovely. He pressed his lips against her skin and closed his eyes wishing he could just quit his job and this case. But now that his informants were onto something big, and fellow agents were being attacked, he needed to remain involved and help bring justice to those agents and their families. Someone evil was involved with this, and they needed to be stopped.

He licked her skin, dipped his tongue into her belly button and then nipped along her waist to her hip bones. Pressing his palms upward against the silk material, he cupped her breasts and she moaned, tilting her head back.

“I need you.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He pressed the panties down and then stood up, pulled off his shirt, and undid his pants before lifting Diane up and placing her onto the desk behind him.

When he looked at her, he was in awe of her beauty. The robe was hanging on the inside of her elbows, The camisole hung, too, revealing most of her full breasts with the silk balancing on her areolas. Her hands gripped the desk. Her legs were parted, and he could see her glistening cunt.

“You are the sexiest woman I have ever met,” he told her and then lowered to his chair, lifted her ass cheeks toward him, and delved into her pussy with tongue and teeth.

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