He slams back in, lowering his mouth until he’s sucking me. My back bows, and I know I’m about to explode. Then he nips my clit, and I see nothing. For what feels like an eternity, I see nothing.
Heaving, I work hard to focus. The reality of everything that just transpired hits me in the chest.
“Shit,” I screech. “Shit… shit… shit.”
Hopping down, I wait for my shaky legs to settle before I turn, angling my neck. But I still can’t see his face. Even his eyes are hidden again.
“Who the fuck are you?” I demand, but get no response.
I don’t have time for this.
The reminder goes off in my head like a tornado warning system, lighting my ass on fire.
Scrambling, I grab my spare pair of gloves from my belt, but he doesn’t move an inch. My body is hyper-aware of him and the memory of his tongue between my legs.
“Over here,” Griff shouts, breaking me from my horny bitch thoughts.
I turn to walk away when I’m wrapped in strong arms and a hard chest.
Sweet baby Jesus.
“Not yet,” is all he says.
“Let me go,” I retort, but he doesn’t budge.
Irritation prickles my skin. I don’t like it when people don’t fucking listen to me.
“I said, let me the fuck go.” This time, I press my hands against the hidden stranger’s chest, preparing to push him when I’m thrust back, pants barely covering myass.
Fucking prick.
The last words I hear are the command of a smoky, smooth voice.
“Run!”
As I tumble, I murmur, “Happy Fucking Birthday to me.”
Tati
Present Day
“Wait, so the reason we go over the surveillance training at least once every day is because you decided to ride someone’s face?”
If I weren’t used to watching film from start to finish for any mission, personal or professional, I’d be beet red at the sight of my pussy being eaten by a man starved, and I was his five-course meal.
Laughter breaks out across the room, and I join in with new recruits before I respond, “Yes. That’s exactly why.”
Putting my hand in the air, I close my fist, signaling for them to come to attention. While this part may seem silly, it is important. “I was lucky that night, but we don’t function on luck or chance—we make impossible guarantees because we train.” A room full of eyes are all on me, not a peep from the audience as I continue. “But if you ignore your training, then you run the risk of fucking not only yourself but your sisters.”
Hums of agreement sound. “Did you ever find out who the guy was?”
The question was anticipated, but I’d hoped it wouldn’t come.
Not like he made me that night.
Pinching the inside of my wrist, I stifle the snort begging to escape as I clear my throat. “No, but I will.” My answer—concise and honest because I will find him. What I don’t say is that he’s found me. No matter where I am on a mission—he finds me. And I find myself equal parts intrigued, annoyed, and turned on.
“Okay, ladies. That’s all for today. Make sure you’re ready, we’re out in the field tonight,” Minnie announces before turning to me. “Are you good?”
