“The latter.” She just had to be sharp and quick like that too. Intelligent and perceptive.
If I wasn’t careful, I’d start thinking she was the only woman for me in the world.
We checked the empty house, finding no one. While we did find some clothes, they were too ratty and threadbare to be any better than the ones we wore. A bathroom was in the back of the dwelling. Dirty and dated, it looked like it would be hopeless to count on, but we were surprised. During the perimeter check of the house, when we determined no one else was watching or nearby, we found a pump to get water moving through the pipes.
“You go ahead,” I told her, seeing the delight in her eyes at the prospect of taking a shower.
She kissed my cheek, giving me a saucy smile afterward. I was fucking smitten, staring at her as she headed to the bathroom. While she was showering, I washed her clothes by hand so they could hang dry. By the time I moved onto washing mine, she stepped out. Naked, slick with water running down her body, she approached me.
“Wow. Washing my clothes? I feel so pampered.”
Because I was standing there naked, too, we had no resistance to coming together again. Since she was so sweet and clean, I helped myself to her pussy. After lifting her to sit on the counter, I pulled a chair up to sit between her legs and feast on her cunt. Feeling fingers threading through my hair taunted me, making me want to believe she’d always hold on. Once she came, though, she urged me into the shower where she started to give me head.
“It’s too small,” I argued.
She grinned up at me, her lips wrapped around my dick like a sexy siren. Sliding back until she released me, she said, “I seriously beg to differ.”
I laughed, pulling her up until I could pick her up and carry her out, kissing her wildly. “The shower. That shower stall is too fucking small, little agent.”
“It wasn’t too small for me to have fun with this.” She reached lower to stroke.
“But it was too small for this.” I sat down roughly on the edge of the bed, growling at the push of her pussy over my dick as she straddled me.
After she rode me, making us both come quickly, she lay down so I could actually shower to clean up. By the time I walked away to grab a small towel to wipe her off, she was asleep.
“Good girl,” I whispered as I stepped back.
I cleaned up and joined her in bed, but instead of falling asleep, I checked my phone.
I’d hit the jackpot at last.
With Sadie in my arms, I knew I had her in every way that mattered to me.
Needy and willing to fuck me.
On my phone, though, I had the answers I’d been so determined to get.
Simon had finally come through. Maybe the reception was a little better at this end of the jungle. Texts and emails filled my screen, and while Sadie slept with me spooning her, I read up on who she was and what she wanted.
I figured she was with the CIA, but it turned out that she was an FBI agent in the department that dealt with organized crime. I wasn’t surprised. Simon hacked and pulled up all that he could about her, providing me with a list of all the targets she seemed to cover.
She had been on cases going after the Cartels, including the Vipers at one time. Then she had some run-ins with the Riveras. Some other names popped up too, and as I skimmed all the information, I saw how we really weren’t strangers at all. She knew of the same people I did, other bosses and crime families, but it was clear she was only aware of my world because she was expected to get the bad guys.
Simon’s summary wasn’t necessary, but he added it anyway. He was thinking and assuming the same thing I was now.
Simon:She’s clearly out for intel from a variety of sources, seeking intel on the family.
Yeah, I figured that. If she had been the kind of agent sent to arrest me and charge me with murder, she would’ve had backup. Instead, she was more of a spy.
I watched her sleep after reading through all that Simon sent me. That information filled in a lot of gaps and answered my questions, but I didn’t have a clear picture of why she’d been targeting me so closely for so long.
It’s not like I’m doing anything different or new.I’d been sent on assassination missions for years. And as far as I knew, I hadn’t taken out any one specific person who’d be significant enough for the FBI to sic her on my tail.
With her relaxed, so soft and warm against me as we cuddled, it was hard to picture her as the enemy.
Of course, she was.
I knew that. From how determined she was to not reveal any information, she cared about being on her side of the law. The side that she deemed right while I had to be the bad guy and wrong.
