Code Name - Hacker (Jameson Force Security 4)

I cock an eyebrow.

“Besides,” she says almost coyly, but it’s a direct challenge if I ever heard one. “Your mouth is super soft, or so I seem to remember.”

She should fucking remember. I made her come at least three times by my count with my face between her legs.

My voice is gruff, completely turned on by the fact she wants it. That this woman, who has every reason to be insecure in bed given her history, is requesting for me to give her pleasure. I fucking love it. “I can totally make that happen for you, beautiful girl.”

Bebe blushes, bringing her hand to my face. She caresses my cheek, running her fingertips through my beard to clasp onto my chin before she pulls me back down for another kiss.

A shrieking sound emits from Bebe’s phone on the nightstand, the alarm so shrill it causes me to jolt.

“Shit,” Bebe mutters, rolling away from me to grab her phone. She taps the screen a few times, then her eyes start moving back and forth as she reads something I can’t quite make out over her shoulder. “Goddamn it.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, on high alert as I roll out of the bed and start searching for my jeans.

She twists to me, opens her mouth to say something, but then just freezes. Her eyes start roaming over my body, her eyes filling with appreciation and hunger. Just having her gaze on me like that causes my dick to twitch and lengthen.

I stand there, letting her have her fill. When she pins her eyes on my cock, I have to physically restrain myself from lunging.

Gently, I try to bring her back to reality as that alarm on her phone sounded urgent. “Bebe… what was that on your phone?”

She blinks slowly, then shakes her head. Her eyes clear, and the lust is replaced with concern. “It’s um… well, Saint… you remember meeting him, right?”

I nod.

“Well, a few months ago, he broke up a huge heist ring in Paris, but the bad guy sort of got away. I’ve deployed some facial recognition software out to some airport security feeds to see if I can find him and—”

“Wait a minute.” My hand goes up as my brow furrows. “What do you mean you deployed software?”

She flushes with guilt, and I hold my hand up again.

“Never mind,” I quickly say. “Don’t tell me.”

If she’s doing something illegal, she most definitely cannot tell me as I’m still an FBI agent and would be duty-bound to do something about it.

“At any rate,” she says slowly, as if measuring every word before it comes out. “He’s been spotted in Antigua.”

“The bad guy?”

“Yup,” she replies as she rises and heads into the small bathroom. “And I need to let Saint know. This man probably has a vendetta against him, and—”

“You need to alert the authorities,” I say as I follow her in, trying hard not to get sidetracked by what a great ass she has or the beautiful angel wings she has tattooed on her shoulders.

Bebe reaches into the shower to turn the water on. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Can’t tell you that,” she mutters.

“Can’t or won’t?” I press.

“Can’t,” she confirms, but then adds, “But also won’t. I’m sorry, Griff. But you’re a federal law enforcement officer. While we’re the good guys here at Jameson, sometimes we do things a little outside of the rules if you know what I mean.”

“I’m starting to get that,” I murmur uneasily, rubbing at the back of my neck. “You know we can’t do anything that breaks the law while taking Bogachev down, right?”

“I realize that,” she replies without flinching. “Which is why I’m glad you’re here, so you can help me navigate around what’s kosher and what’s not.”

It’s in this moment I realize how tricky enlisting Jameson’s help on my case could be. One tiny little thing that breaches the law could jeopardize years of work I’ve spent to bring down an incredibly dangerous criminal.

For another moment, I have some doubt about whether this is the right way to go about things. But then again, Bebe is brilliant. No one in our division has been able to crack Bogachev, and she could be just the answer we need.

Or perhaps I’m selfishly wanting the time with her now that I know exactly how sweet she tastes.

Fuck.

“Listen,” she says with good nature. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t approve. I promise.”

Of course I’ll take her word for it. I have no reason not to trust her.

“Okay,” I reply, putting my hands to her cheeks and leaning in to kiss her.

Her body moves into mine, her softness pressing in and touching all the right parts. I slide my hands from her face to her ass, holding her tightly. Her little moan sets me on fire, and my need to be inside of her is instantaneous.