“I’m sorry too,” I whispered back.
Hannah wasright.
The voice be damned.
—
It felt like hours before we came up for air again. Hannah was tucked into my side. We were both aching and tired but not willing to move anytime soon.
I ran my fingers through her hair while Hannah traced circles on my chest. “Do you want to come see Charlotte with me tomorrow?” she asked, peering up at me through her lashes.
I kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, that sounds great.” And then I remembered. “Shit, I won’t be able to leave the office until after six tomorrow. I’ve got a late meeting. Maybe—”
“I can come to your office, meet you there, and we can ride over to the care center together,” Hannah suggested before I could finish my sentence.
“You want to meet me at my office?” I wasn’t so sure about that idea. Yes, Hannah knew I was an agent, but it crossed boundaries. After the mess with Madison, it was important to keep personal and professional separate.
Hannah giggled. “I won’t go snooping, Agent Kohler.” She poked me in the side, making me laugh. “I’ll just come and get you and we can go see Charlotte. We could take her something to eat. She loves pizza but hardly ever gets to eat it. Maybe we could take her some.”
The voice was blissfully silent. I was glad, because I was enjoying the moment.
This one perfect, normal, happy moment.
“That sounds nice. Sure, come by the office. I’ll have to let security know that I’m expecting you and you’ll need to bring ID to get in the building,” I told her.
“That sounds hardcore.” She smirked.
I took her hand and slid it under the covers, wrapping her fingers around my hardening dick. “It’s very hardcore,” I assured her, groaning as she began to stroke me.
I leaned in to kiss her, ready for round four. Or was it five?
She pulled back and I frowned. “What is it?”
“Stay with me tonight. Don’t go home,” she said.
“Are you sure? After everything earlier—”
“I’m sure.” She smiled, kissing me. “I’m so damn sure.”
In one swift movement she was straddling me, and I reached up to cup her breasts. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?” She lifted up slightly and then came down, taking me deep.
“I promise,” I swore as she made me hers.
Chapter 21
Hannah
I was exhausted. It was almost four in the morning and I was at my computer in the kitchen, trying to type as quietly as possible, hoping I wouldn’t wake Mason.
It was risky working while he was in the house, but I had no choice.
Tomorrow was my chance to gain deeper access to the FBI database. I would be in his office. I didn’t want to squander the opportunity.
I could hear his soft snores from the bedroom and knew that, for the time being, I was safe.
Tonight had been emotional. Scary and almost devastating. For a few moments I had been sure my plan was over. That Mason would leave.
