I laugh. “By the time my grandmother reached ninety, she had no verbal filters. Do you suppose it will happen to me?”
“Heaven forbid.” His eyes roll.
As he drives, we talk and laugh like we’ve known each other forever. Too soon, we arrive at my lab. Serious now, Wulf and the guard whisper. After showing our IDs at the front door, we stroll to my cube.
Sitting at my computer, I log in and drop a hidden folder onto a private encrypted space in the FBI’s cloud. “That’s everything.”
“Perfect. Let’s go.” His hand lowers to my back, so I turn, cup his rough cheeks, and perhaps for the last time, kiss him.
“Thank you.” Eyes locked on his, I swallow over the lump in my throat.
“For what?” His tone grows husky, and the black centers of his orbs widen until they almost cover the blue.
“Believing in me, saving me, making love to me.” My heart aches, and I wish we were back at my place. Anywhere but here.
He kisses me with so much passion that my mind goes blank, and my knees grow weak.
After he glances at the ceiling security camera, he whispers in my ear. “Where’s the nearest empty room?”
Grabbing his hand, I pull him to the ladies' room. Inside, we set a frantic pace I’ve only read about in steamy romance novels. My hands climb under his shirt until my fingertips dig into his strong shoulders.
His palms slide under my bra, and he slips it off my shoulders, clasps be damned.
While he caresses my breasts, I undo his belt and unzip him so I can release his long length. He hisses as I curl my fingers around him.
“Turn and put your elbows on the sink, babe.” Standing behind me, he pulls my pants to my ankles.
When his digits lower through my curls and massage my clit, I whimper. “Please, Wulf.”
Giving no warning, he thrusts inside me and stretches me. Stars in front of my eyes, I gasp. He tilts his pelvis up, hits the perfect place, and my knees go weak.
When his hands grip my hips, he pistons, and I match his rhythm. In a dance older than time, we make each other crazy with want.
My sex has never been more swollen, and yet I hold back so we can come together. All at once, he stiffens, and his groan takes me over the finish line. Together, we fly into heaven. Twice…
Sometime later, he pulls out, and his mouth drops open. “Jesus. I didn’t use a condom.”
“It’s okay. Remember? I’m on the pill.”
His face pales. “Listen, about before. I lied. I tested clean at my last physical and haven’t had sex since. My God, you make me lose my mind.”
While not a sonnet of undying love, his words warm me. Clearly, he is not unaffected and could have some feelings for me.
He holds out his hand. “Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” I’m not looking forward to meeting his boss, but I trust my silver wolf. He won’t let anything happen to me.
Chapter 22
You have to be like wolves: strong alone and in solidarity with the pack.
Axel
Sex should’ve quenched my thirst for the sexy woman sitting in my SUV. Instead, like drinking salt water, I crave more. Placing one hand on her upper thigh, I drive back to the FBI building in DC. After I sign her in, I walk her down the long hallway, past the cube farm, to one of the offices. Not wanting to be blindsided by my boss, I quickly plug in and log in while Gwen rolls a chair beside me.
A highlighted internal message cc’d to my team informs me of Bourdeau’s many aliases and his IP. Minutes later, I access his computer and view his emails.
When I click on one sent to him from the capital building, an error message pops up. “Shit, it’s locked.”
