In a short amount of time, Lincoln had found himself more than content spending time with her. He had absolutely no expectations as to where the night would lead. But he definitely wasn’t disappointed. Because three-quarters of the bottle later, he was cock-buried deep in her tight pussy, fucking the little rebel on top of her commander’s desk.
Lincoln had worried that the night shift would return to their office, but Donatella was insatiable. She loved to cum, and he loved making her cum. And he did over and over until she finally collapsed across her boss’ desk.
After a brief rest with very little conversation, she showed him to the men’s room where he could clean up. It didn’t take him long because he’d been planning to go back to Lucas’ for a shower. And, if he were to be honest, he wasn’t exactly eager about scrubbing the sweet scent of her arousal from his face and cock. So, he took a piss, washed his hands, and left the facilities.
He entered the hall and leaned against the wall while waiting for Donatella. When she finally emerged, she’d donned the sexiest of grins. No bullshit, after all the work he’d put in, he was actually fighting another hard-on. And the fact that she rushed into his arms, pushing her body against his, didn’t help.
“Wow, Colonel,” she gushed breathlessly.
“Wow, Detective,” Lincoln countered, gripping her by the waist, pulling her closer.
“We gotta go. The team will be up any minute, and so will the commander. I don’t wanna be here when he sees the mess we made of his desk.
“Come on. I’ll take you home,” he told her.
“Nah. My car is in the lot. I’m good. Come on. I’ll show you out.”
Donatella grabbed his hand and led him to the elevator. Once they reached their designated floor, she directed him through the maze and out the same door they’d entered. He was still holding her soft hand as she led him to her car, a black Dodge Charger with dual exhausts. He wasn’t surprised by the car she was driving. It said a lot about her—stylish, powerful, and unapologetic.
She used a key fob to open the door, tossed a backpack in the back seat, and hopped in the driver’s seat. “Will you call me?” she asked.
Somehow, Lincoln got the impression that she wouldn’t have cared either way. If he wasn’t so sure that he’d put it on her the right way, his ego would’ve been severely damaged.
“Of course, I’ll call. I missed that beautiful ass as soon as you planted it in the seat.”
Donatella smiled and closed the car door. She turned the key and revved the engine. Lincoln figured that was his cue to walk away. He went back to his car, wondering if he’d ever hear from Donatella Devereaux again.
He didn’t.
The next three days,he’d called her several times, only to be sent to voicemail. He’d even stooped so low as to call her sister. It was only then that he found out she’d been assigned to a long-term undercover mission, and she would be inaccessible.
Lincoln could have located her. After all, he was a high-ranking soldier with a security clearance that very few had. However, he’d never had to chase a woman before, and he wasn’t going to start with Donatella. Ultimately, it wouldn’t have mattered. He was deployed to the Middle East on a recon mission. There would be no point calling her if he was unable to see her, unable to reenact their night of explosive sex.
Lincoln didn’t know if she was still unreachable because of some bullshit undercover mission, but he hoped like hell he would see her at the barbeque. He wanted another whiff, another taste. He wanted, badly, to be buried in her warmth once again.
