“How are you this morning?” I ask, knowing this open-ended question could refer to any number of things. Physically. Mentally. Does she feel safe? Does she regret last night?
“Well, I do feel protected in this safehouse, but I think that has more to do with the company than the building,” she admits. “I’d give your personal security services a five-star rating, but I’d rather keep you all to myself, so maybe I’d lie and post a one-star.”
That smart mouth of hers. I give her ass a little tap, making her squeal and jump lightly.
Best possible answer.
“Oliver is already up with fresh intel,” I tell her. I relay the updates, and as I do, the twinkle in her eyes dims. The call from Oliver has burst our bubble. Last night, we forgot about everything outside the walls of the safehouse. It was nice to forget that danger was circling. To forget the potential consequences of our missteps in stopping the Order.
Charlie is brooding, the shadows forming again in her mind. I can’t protect her from it forever. We have to face what is going on.
For a few more minutes, I can keep her distracted, though. Keep myself distracted.
“Any chance we can get some fresh clothes for me?” Charlie asks.
“I prefer this outfit,” I tell her, which elicits an eye roll from Charlie, as she takes another spoonful of peanut butter.
“Somehow I don’t think Uncle Ollie will approve.” We’re both talking round the elephant in the room: the big question of “what are we now?” Because it’s too soon and there’s so much at stake outside of this safehouse for us to figure out first.Are we coworkers with benefits? Or something more?
“There should be more options upstairs,” I tell her as I pour out some coffee. “We can get some decaf for you on the way in. After we discuss the fresh intel this morning, I’ll go with you to sweep your place.”
Charlie takes all of this information in.
She takes a slow and deliberate lick of the peanut butter on her spoon. This captures all of my attention. My exhausted and overworked member twitches in my boxers, somehow ready to go again.
Charlie mindlessly takes another lick; I don’t think she is doing this intentionally, but it’s driving me mad. All I can think of is how we used our tongues last night, how we tasted one another. How I long to taste her again.
I step closer and put my hands on her arms. “Charlie, today we’re going to get a plan together, OK?”
She nods, accepting this.
“And then, after this long but productive day –” I pause and Charlie glances up at me with her clear blue eyes – “I’m going to take you to dinner.”
A smile more brilliant than the sunrise breaks across her face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I confirm. “If I’m going to break a rule, I’m going to break it the best way I know how.” Then I move my mouth right next to her ear and whisper, “But if you lick your spoon like that one more time, I’m going to have to take you right here.”
My eyes move in time to catch her face flush, her coy grin fighting back.
She lifts her spoon to her mouth and slowly and deliberately licks it, cocking her eyebrow, daring me to make good on my threat.
I shake my head and mutter, “Insatiable.”
I set my mug down delicately and then with both hands grab her hips and place her on the kitchen counter. Her spoon clatters to the floor, but I don’t care. My lips are on hers and her legs wrap round my waist.
This incredible woman: headstrong in the streets, playful in the sheets.
Her mouth tastes like peanut butter and I want to devour her. Our tongues glide together. I move my hips so she can feel how hard I am for her. How much I want her again. The sound that releases from her mouth sends me to another level of carnal need.
“Charlie,” I say as I kiss her neck and grab her ass. This ass I’ve been fantasizing about for a month now. This ass that I want to explore and pleasure. “Last night I worshipped the goddess that you are.” She sighs at my words and melts in my hands. “I think this morning I have no choice but tofuckyou.”
I let the word ring loud and clear, echoing in the safehouse.
Charlie’s breath hitches before she gives my neck a little love bite.
I slap her ass with my whole hand, lightly but enough to make a loud sound. She yelps playfully in my arms. Then, as expertly as I can, I grab her thighs and tell her to “hang on.” I lift her from the counter and climb the stairs up to the loft with her balanced against my hips. She nips at my neck the whole way there. Once we’re at the foot of the bed, I lean forwards and release her. She flops onto the bed with a bounce, exposing her naked body beneath the borrowed T-shirt. Charlie lets out an excited giggle before I climb on top of her.
“If this is how you punish me for being a bad girl, I don’t think I’ll have much incentive to be good ever again.”
