CHAPTER ONE
Julio entered the condo in Corpus Christi, Texas, rented under an assumed name. He took out the food from the restaurant across the street. Glancing at his watch, he placed the containers in the oven and waited for Rebecca to show.
Hoping the water washed away the shit day, he stepped inside and scrubbed himself clean. His mind shifted to better things, or rather, someone. Rebecca Rhodes drifted into his thoughts. While the FBI employed him, she worked for the CIA. Since Leo Armstrong, the team leader of Serenity Securities, brought them together three years ago to work on trafficking cases, their friendship blossomed into something more.
They kept their secret from the agencies and their friends. Julio hated it, but if either agency caught wind, their ability to work together would be terminated. Rebecca complimented his work style better than any partner the FBI assigned him.
Drying off, he put on fresh clothes and returned to the kitchen to pull out the food. Before he opened the oven, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and the jasmine scent of her perfume drifted to his nose.
“You’re getting smooth. I see Shadow taught you a few tricks when you visited Serenity,” Julio said, chuckling when her arms wrapped around his waist. He turned to hold Rebecca, their lips met, and her hand roamed to the back of his head, pulling him close.
When they parted, she smiled softly and murmured, “I’ve missed you. Leo and his team gathered a ton of information. Rahimi’s connections lead to the U.S. We discovered a senator and a congressman in the same circle.”
“No talking business,” he chided. “We have all evening to delve into the case.” His hands stroked down her back and over her bottom.
“I’m not hungry for food,” she said, gazing into his eyes.
Julio agreed wholeheartedly as he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he made his way to the bedroom. Setting her on the bed, his hand drifted to the tight bun at the nape of her neck and pulled out the pins.
“I love you,” he whispered as her hair tumbled around her shoulders.
“Love you more,” she replied, unbuttoning his shirt.
He cradled Rebecca’s head, giving her all his attention. Julio loved her long, blonde hair, and her deep blue eyes, resembling the ocean.
Rebecca glided his dress shirt down his arms while her fingers traced his muscled biceps. When the shirt hit the floor, he tugged her top over her head, making her giggle.
“You know it has buttons, right?” she teased.
“I never know what you’re concealing under there. I must conduct a thorough strip search,” he told her, his voice deepening.
“I believe I outrank you. I get to go first,” she demanded, tugging at his belt buckle.
Julio chuckled. “Didn’t we settle this last time? The CIA doesn’t outrank the FBI,” he admonished. “Here I thought we worked as partners.”
Her little button nose scrunched as she smiled. “The CIA will always be better than the FBI,” she teased. “Come on, do you only want to cover domestic ground in your position? Or would you rather try something more international with me? It’ll take longer to get there, and there are lots of fun things to keep you occupied,” she said as her fingers worked the button of his jeans. She knelt and assisted in taking them off. Her fingers lingered on the waistband of his underwear and her tongue swiped her bottom lip in anticipation. She lowered them slowly, staring at his cock.
It warmed her to the core and stiffened under her hungry gaze.
“I see you have your weapon locked and loaded,” she murmured as her tongue swiped the tip, making him moan and twist her long blonde locks in his fist.
“One of these days, you’ll be the death of me,” he said breathily as she covered him with her warm mouth. Her tongue glided along his shaft, making his eyes close with the pleasure she gave him. “You’re not playing fair,” he warned.
“Who said love must be fair? I haven’t seen you in a week and I missed you,” she said, gently stroking him and licking him like her favorite dessert.
“I’ve missed you, too. I didn’t think you’d ever get here,” he said, hauling her to her feet. “If I didn’t love your hands on me so much, I’d handcuff you for attacking me. It’s against the law to use force against a government agent.”
“You can use the cuffs later,” she told him as she kissed him. His tongue sought hers eagerly as the heat between them grew.
Julio kissed her shoulder and slightly nipped it as his hands expertly unclasped her lacy blue bra and slid it off her curvy breasts.
“Do you always wear sexy lingerie under your work clothes?” he asked as he slid her pants over her bottom.
“Only when I plan on seducing my suspect,” she admitted.
“Then, I’d better be your only suspect,” he growled against her ear, making her laugh.
“As far as I know, someone broke into my apartment last week, woke me from a sound sleep and gave me multiple orgasms,” she confessed, running her hands down his back and over his backside. “It’s only fair I interrogate you to make sure you’re the correct one.”
