For one perfect moment, nothing exists beyond this. It’s just a man and a woman. Just Dominic and Olivia.
The afterglow fades fast. Olivia pushes against my chest, eyes wide with panic replacing the pleasure that filled them moments ago.
"This was a mistake.” She forces me back. My dick isn’t even soft yet as it slides out of her body.
She scrambles for her clothes. "A massive, career-ending mistake."
Irritation flares through me. I grab my pants, tugging them on. "Really? A mistake? Didn't feel like one when you were screaming my name."
Her cheeks flush, but her jaw sets in that stubborn way I've come to know. "Don't. This can't happen again."
"Why not?" I challenge, watching her frantically shove her arms through her shirt sleeves. "You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. We're consenting adults."
"I'm an FBI agent. You're my target." She won't meet my eyes. "This is textbook conflict of interest."
I step closer, forcing her to look at me. "So what happens now? You pretend this never happened? Go back to chasing me with bogus search warrants tomorrow?"
"That's exactly what happens." Her voice wavers slightly. "This was unprofessional and?—"
"Stop hiding behind your badge," I cut in. "For once, be honest. This isn't about professionalism. It's about fear."
Her eyes flash. "I'm not afraid of you."
"No, you're afraid of yourself. Afraid you might actually like the man you're supposed to hate."
She shakes her head at me. “Oh stop pretending this is more than just sex. You got what you wanted.”
It’s odd how much her statement hurts me. After all, it was just sex, right? “And you did too. You wanted my cock and?—”
“Don’t be vulgar.”
“You’re the one that said it was just sex.”
Olivia looks at me like I’m dense. "You don't understand the position I'm in."
"I understand perfectly. You don't think I'm in a similar situation. There are many people who wouldn't like that I'm fucking an FBI agent. We crossed a line tonight. Pretending otherwise is pointless."
"It's not pointless. It's necessary." She runs a hand through her disheveled hair. "My entire career?—"
"Your career versus what? Admitting you might have feelings for someone on the wrong side of your precious law?"
"My career is over if anyone finds out." She paces, muttering about professional standards and department regulations. The panic in her eyes grows with each step. "I've worked too hard to throw it all away on one... indiscretion."
"Indiscretion?" I laugh, though there's no humor in it. "That's what you're calling what just happened between us?"
She stops pacing to glare at me. "What would you call it?"
"Inevitable."
Her shoulders slump. "You don't understand. There are protocols, ethics reviews?—"
"Then tell them you were working me," I suggest, the words leaving my mouth before I fully consider them. “Tell them you'rerunning a honey trap. It’s something you all do, isn’t it? I’d be surprised if your boss hasn’t suggested it to you?—”
The shock on her face confirms my suspicion. "How did you?—"
“I didn’t know, but I know Blackwood. The ends justify the means with him. The point is, you have an out if you want it."
“I’m not like that.”
