Axel
Once we’ve driven around the corner, I pull to the curb, no longer able to hold back the laughter bubbling inside me. “I can’t believe you tugged down your ex-husband’s bathing suit.”
The sun shines through the front window and brightens the tops of her red cheeks as she giggles. “I wish I had a picture to post on all my social media accounts. Did you see the surprise on his face? Best moment ever.”
Wiping the joy from her eyes, she sobers. “He’ll probably use this incident to prove I’m an unworthy mother the next time he sues me for custody.”
“If he did, he’d expose his tiny pecker to the world. Believe me, babe, that is the last thing he will want.”
The snort she lets out is so darn cute, I lean over and kiss her. It was meant to be a congratulatory meeting of mouths. Contrary to my intentions, the simmering heat ignites us into flames. She grabs the back of my head, and I groan. My addiction to her flows through my bloodstream, and I deepen the kiss, uncaring how a group of collegiates wolf-whistle as they walk by. By any standards, our public display of affection is PG-13. The image of her splayed out on my bed with my face between her legs is anything but.
When we break for air, her swollen lips widen into a grin. “I’ve been waiting for you to do this since you took me in your kitchen. What took you so long?”
Cock throbbing, I recall how I promised myself not to seduce her. “It’s complicated.”
“Why? Are you married?” The hurt on her face makes me wish I could reboot our relationship.
“No, nothing like that.” How do I explain? My boss told me to fuck her, and because of it, I cannot. “You’re at a vulnerable point in your life.”
Her soft, plump lips purse. “I’m a lot stronger than most people think.”
“Agreed. Once this is over, I am going to lay you down and make love to you until you’re sore in places you didn’t know existed. First, we need to plug your project’s leak. Are you willing to speak with Henry again?”
“Uh, yeah. Okay.” Her lackluster response and sudden pallor give me pause. Was my boss right? Is she the one who has been selling secrets to our enemies? It hardly seems possible, and yet, I wouldn’t be the first FBI agent to be led astray by a gorgeous, seemingly naïve woman.
“I’m counting on you to get him to confess.” I pray she does. Otherwise, she’s in for a helluva ride.
Because of beach traffic, the drive to the hospital takes over an hour. After I stop at the front desk, the woman purses her lips and hands us visitor’s passes.
Gwen reaches for my hand in the elevator, and the sweet gesture affects me almost as much as the earlier kiss. I would ponder this phenomenon more, but we’ve arrived at our destination.
The guard, already alerted to our presence, demands to see my badge. With formalities over, my lovely suspect rushes into her friend’s room. “How are you?”
A pang of jealousy hits me as she throws her arms around his chest and kisses the heavyset man’s cheek. “Fine, but can you believe they put me on a fucking diet?”
Henry twists toward the door and scowls. “What the fuck, Gwen. You brought the Feds again?”
“Ah, this is Special Agent Wulf. You can trust him. Tell him what you know.” She catches his eye and gives him a tiny shake of the head.Holy shit. She’s in on it.
“A pleasure to meet you.” Playing my cards close to the vest, I hold out my hand.
When the kid refuses to shake, I take it back. “What were all the burner phones for?”
“No idea what you’re talking about.” Like the last time he was questioned and lied, his heart races.
The alarms summon a nurse, who ushers us out the door. I got what I came for, so don’t make a scene. Under the blue, fluorescent lights, we walk down the long hallway, giving me time to regain my composure.
Now, in the lobby, Little Miss Mata Hari taps my shoulder. “Perhaps I only thought I saw a weapon. What if Henry had a real cardiac arrest? I mean, he is heavy and never exercises…”
“What about the Canadian? The threatening texts?” My patience for her lies has ended.
Unaware of my simmering anger, she rambles on as we exit the hospital. “Well, the suited guy, Bordeau right? He could’ve had a traditional gun. I can’t be certain.”
Once we’re belted up, I give her one more chance to speak the fucking truth. “Why do I feel there’s something you’re not telling me?”
The sly woman squeezes my upper fly. “Can we talk about it back at my apartment?”
As I’m about to pull the car over and take her over my knee, my boss calls. “Did you get anywhere?”
