“For what?” He frowns at me.
“For you. And Darin. And FLFM.”
“Wait, what?” He sits up straight, eyes wide. “Are you serious?”
“I just found out. I didn’t know you or the company were a part of this. I thought it was just about Darin, but—”
“They want to come after me and my company?” He stands and takes a step back. “Fuck that. I won’t let it happen.”
“Jacob—”
“You’re bringing them into my life. I trusted you, Valerie. I thought we could be on the same side. We’d prove Darin was innocent or we’d prove he was guilty, but it was always about him, not me or the company. You know I have nothing to do with this shit.”
“Jacob, I’m on your side.”
That makes him pause. I can tell he’s angry, so angry. He’s clenching his wine glass hard enough to shatter it, but he slowly relaxes his grip, just a fraction of an inch. “Talk,” he says.
“I’m not letting my bosses touch you or your company.” I step toward him again. “Listen to me. I didn’t know this was about anything more than Darin, but I think they’re trying to cast a wide net to catch him now. And they’ll drag you down with him if they have to. And I’m not going to let them do it.”
He cocks his head. “What can you do about it?”
“They need me to tell them that Carmine is a gangster. They need any shred of proof.”
He frowns slightly. “So what?”
“I can lie to them. I can fake it. I don’t know. I can do something. But I won’t be a part of taking you down.” I come closer to him, heart racing. I put my wine glass down and put my hands on his chest. “Listen to me Jacob. I’m on your side. I’m… devoted to you. I swear, I won’t let them.”
He puts a hand on my cheek. “I want to trust you.”
“I know. Then do it.”
“Tell me something. What happens if Carmine is a gangster? What do we do then?”
“If Darin is guilty, we’ll handle it. You’ll handle it. I know you can.”
He nods slowly. “I can. And I will.”
“Good.”
He kisses me, slow and deep. “I trust you. But fuck, I’m so angry. I hate the position I’m in, stuck between my loyalties.”
“But we’ll do the right thing. Even if that means lying to my bosses. They lied to me first. I’m… I’m willing to do it.”
“I know you are.” He kisses me again, deeper, harder. “You’re my little Valerie. You’re devoted to me.”
He puts his glass down and pulls me tight against him. I kiss him hard, hungry, starving for his touch. All this pent-up tension’s been driving me absolutely wild and now he’s finally giving me what I need.
He kisses me hard and deep and I moan into it. He pulls my shirt off, cups my breasts, teases my nipples. I moan and his tongue moves against mine then he shoves me down onto the couch.
He takes his shirt off as I unbuckle his belt. I get his pants off as he tosses his shirt aside. He grabs my hair and kisses me then drops to his knees between my legs, kissing my neck, my shoulders, my breasts.
I moan and grab his hair. I need this so badly. Everything’s a mess and I don’t know what I believe anymore. I’m willing to betray the federal government for him, all because they’ve decided to pull him into their little game. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so naive from the start, maybe I should’ve known he’d be pulled into it eventually, but I won’t let it happen now.
Not when I’ve made my intentions clear. Not when I’ve decided who I’m truly devoted to.
He kisses my breasts, licking my nipples, making them perk under his tongue. He moves down to my stomach, tugging my yoga pants off and spreading my legs roughly. I love how he handles me, so hard and firm. He kisses my inner thigh before pushing my panties aside and tonguing me top to bottom.
“Delicious,” he croons. “This is what I dream about at night. I dream of you, legs spread wide, letting me lick your little clit until you beg my name.”
“Oh, god,” I moan as he does his work. It feels incredible. His tongue is perfect, lapping me, sucking me, driving me mad with need for him. I grab his hair tight and push him harder against me, moaning the whole time.
He slides his fingers deep inside, curving them, working my pussy. He sits up and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips, before he kisses my neck and breasts again.
This time, he stands, cock hard and pressing against his boxer briefs. He takes them off and I take him into my hand, stroking his shaft, looking up into his eyes. He tilts my chin up, stares back down at me.