“Oh, silly me,” I laughed and turned around, leaving his grasp.
“Gwen.”
Son of a bitch.
His body came up to my back, making me feel small. He was the only man who had the ability to do that, and I loved him more for it. Tall girls liked feeling small too. His lips found the shell of my ear, his warm breath sending tingles down my spine.
“You were always such a terrible liar.”
I huffed, “Tony Romano wouldn’t agree with you.”
Boom.
In the next second, my back was against the nearest wall, his arms caging me in. He lowered his head, his bearded jaw tight with frustration and annoyance. The jealousy in his eyes made my core clench. One hand snaked up to grab the back of my neck, his fingers gripping my hair.
“Do I need to fuck you on another table, hmm?”
Oh,God.
“Dean, it was just a jo—”
“That man wanted you, touched you, and I killed him for it. Nothing about this is a joke to me, Gwen. I am a possessive asshole, remember?” His voice was lower and rougher than before, causing me to suck in a breath and hold it. His eyes held mine. “I have no issues fucking you until your throat is raw from screaming my name, baby girl. Right here.”
I needed a good fucking from him. We both knew it. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that if I nodded my head, my face would be pressed against this wall, my body bent at the waist, and my jeans around my ankles.
He would fuck me until I cried.
“This is a federal building,” I reminded him.
“I ran out of fucks to give about four years ago,” he deadpanned, tilting his head. His bearded jaw was tighter than before, doing nothing to help the situation in my panties.
“For fuck’s sake.”
Both of our heads snapped to the side to find James glaring at us, his hands on his hips. His hair was wilder than usual.
“Need something, Garner?” Dean asked casually.
“No sex in the hallway,” he snapped.
I looked at Dean at the right moment to see him crack a teasing smirk. “Just in the interrogation rooms then, huh?”
What?My brows shot to the ceiling.
“Dean!”
Haley.
My heart fell into my stomach at the sound of her sweet voice. She came around her agent, her green eyes wide as she stared at my baseball player in disbelief. He chuckled.
“Good to see you, Red,” he said softly, stepping away from me as she came to him.
I remained against the wall, my eyes taking in every single inch of her, making mental notes of the way she limped slightly, the wince she gave when she leaned her weight on her right side. I checked for cuts, bruises, malnourishment.Anything.
She was wearing a pair of baggy sweats and a T-shirt from Sullie’s bar. Her auburn hair was up in a bun, stray hairs falling around her face. The color in her cheeks let me know the interrogation room sex was probably true.
When Dean took her in his arms, I watched how gentle he was with her, not squeezing too tight. He whispered something into the top of her head, and she buried her face in his chest, her body shaking.
My heart fluttered back up to its original place.
