Chapter 11
Little girls, this seems to say, Never stop upon your way,
Never trust a stranger-friend; No one knows how it will end.
As you’re pretty so be wise; Wolves may lurk in every guise.
Handsome they may be, and kind, Gay, and charming — nevermind!
Now, as then, ’tis simple truth — Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!
Charles Perrault
Gwen
The sandalwood scent of Special Agent Axel Wulf engulfs me. His tongue plunders my mouth, and his index finger caresses my pussy. My clit swells, and unable to reach my high, I add my hand to his. As I blossom and come, I open my eyes only to spy Bear’s wet nose inches from mine. Patting his fluffy head, I shake off the dream’s cobwebs and rise.
Shit. The red digits on the side dresser read 1:00 AM. I slept twelve hours and now, I’m wide awake.
The thought of donning my smelly black dress does not appeal, so I dig through drawers until I find a clean T-shirt. With the hem halfway to my knees, I figure I’m decent enough and pad to the other room.
Sitting at his kitchen table, the shirtless silver Wulf raises his husky blue eyes from the laptop screen. “Can I get you something to eat? I don’t have much but can whip up some eggs.”
My panties damp from my vivid dream, I squirm and shake my head. “How about peanut butter and toast?”
“Yeah, I think I can do those.” The porn star of last night’s fantasies opens the freezer, pulls out a loaf of bread, and drops two frozen slices in the toaster.
When finished, he motions to a cheap drip coffee machine. “High octane or not?”
“Decaf, please.” I glance at the clock and moan. How in the world will I survive the next few hours?
My heart leaps as he shoots me a genuine smile. Until now, I hadn’t realized the rest had been a poor substitution. What has changed? While I analyze my conundrum, he plates my toast, places them on the table, and reaches for a jar in the fridge.
His sweatpants hang low, showing off an arrow of hair pointing straight to hell. I betcha FBI Agent Wulf is breathtaking in bed. Too bad I’ve sworn off men forever.
Hating the silence, I strike up a conversation. “So… Axel. If we’re going to be spending time together, we should get to know each other. I assume you’ve read all my files and have me at a disadvantage. What made you decide to join the FBI?”
He chews thoughtfully, dissecting me with his laser stare. “Ex-Ranger. Skillset matched.”
His terse responses make me dig deeper. “Why’d you leave the military?”
“It was time.” His brows raise. Is he deflecting?
Only fifteen minutes have passed since I had the sexy dream. The hospital probably won’t open for visiting hours until nine or ten.
I point my table knife at him. “You suck at this, Wulf. Try again.”
A shiver goes down my spine as he covers my hand with his. “There isn’t much to tell. When I finished high school, I had no money for college, so I enlisted in the army. My sarge suggested I join the Rangers. I served my stint, went to college courtesy of the military, and after I graduated, I went to work.”
Nipples hard, I swallow. “No wife, girlfriend?”
Staring at my lips, he leans in closer. “I was married for a year. Divorced. And before you ask, no kids. My job comes first. She couldn’t handle it, and I don’t blame her.”
I nod, understanding what dedication to a career can mean. “My ex said I cared more about RF frequencies than him. He was right.”
He squeezes my hand, sending a jolt to my clit. “Not surprising. From what you’ve told me, he’s an asshole.”
“Yeah, he is. However, I have Abbie because of him, so I’ll never regret marrying him.” As my tongue flicks over my lower lip, he hisses and moves his chair closer.
“Single mom. Can’t be easy.”
“No, but having a child puts everything in perspective. I used to work twenty-four-seven, but now, I take long breaks and turn off the phone to focus on my sweetie pie.”
Eyes glued to my face, he sips coffee. The light dimmer hums, and outside, a siren in the distance wails mournfully. “Do you ever get lonely?”
I think for a moment. “Honestly? I’m too busy.”
“What about sex?” Holy shit, he does not beat around the bush, so to speak.
As a modern woman, I refuse to blush. “I have a battery-operated boyfriend.”
He grins, incisors showing. “I’m sure I could beat Bob in a contest any day.”
Oh shit. This conversation has taken a dangerous curve. He’s a master of flirtation, while I am barely a novice.
“I like sex,” I blurt out like a complete idiot.
“Woof.” Bear’s tail thumps on the floor, somehow sensing my embarrassment.
The black centers of the Big Bad Wolf’s eyes widen until the blue disappears. “Funny enough, I enjoy it, too. We have a few hours before dawn, why not?”
Honestly, I have so many good reasons to say no. First off, I have no project plan. Secondly, I have not identified all the risks. We haven’t even stated our goals yet. Next, I recall how Farid claimed I was his worst lay ever, and I”d never find anyone desperate enough to have sex with me again.
“Let’s do this.”