Chapter 12
Even the lone wolf has a thirst for love for the full moon. ~Vishwajeet Kashyap
Axel
What the what? After agreeing to separate rooms last night, I was ninety-nine-point-nine percent certain she’d reject my offer. Raring to go, my eager cock jumps to attention, but I need to slow the fuck down. Before my brain turns off completely, I force the neurons to fire. Do I have a condom in my wallet? It’s been so long I can’t be sure.
As I tug the gorgeous woman into my arms, my heart beats so fast that pieces of the thick armor around it break free. Damn, I don’t know how I let it happen.
Is it possible I’m falling for her?
Cupping her silky cheeks, I press my mouth to her parted lips. Our kiss grows fierce and more demanding. Addicted, I groan as she slides her fingers under my hairline and hits an erotic zone on my neck. My teeth nip her chin as I back her into my kitchen table. With her trapped, I press my hard want against her lower abs.
My dog tries to break us apart, and as she giggles, I point to his bed. “Bear, place.”
While he trots away, my finger slips a lock of hair behind her ear, and I lean in. “Say no.”
The seductress responds by hopping up onto the table. There, she spreads her legs and tugs me between them. Our body heat boils over as we fuck fully dressed. In and out, my tongue mimics the act about to ensue.
Soon, I crave skin. The t-shirt she stole from me rips as I tear it over her head. Facing her gorgeous pink nipples, I struggle for sanity and lose the battle.
Unable to resist the offered feast, my hands squeeze the soft melons. We moan, and I play her bountiful mounds until the tips grow taut. Tantalized, I lower my mouth over one and suck.
“Oh God, Wulf.” She tosses back her head and arches for more.
Her pleas shatter my remaining defenses. “Tell me to stop, Gwen.”
“Why? I want you.” With her palms now at the back of my head, she clamps me to her chest.
Needing her to come first, I slip from her grasp and kiss down her body to her navel. With my ass on the kitchen chair, I pull off her panties, lick up her thighs, and find her swollen labia.
Our midnight breakfast plates crash on the floor when she drops onto her elbows. The minx gazes down the length of her torso to where I lap her juices. As her panting accelerates, I place an index finger inside of her, then two. Her lids lower, her breath hitches, and her sex blossoms in front of my nose. Intoxicated, I curl my knuckle and suck on her pearl until she quivers, screams, and releases.
“Inside me, now, Wulf.”
My tip at her entrance. I pause and wonder what might happen if she learns my boss wanted me to seduce her. For the first time since my disastrous marriage, I contemplate more than a quick fuck, kiss her clit, and back away. “Honey, this time was all about you.”
“I’m on the pill and haven’t had sex in years. Please, Axel.” The hurt on her face guts me.
Jesus, God, have mercy. My cock’s so hard, I may explode. “I don’t have a condom and haven’t been tested for a while.”
The white lie makes me sound like a man-whore, but if it wipes the sadness off her face, I’m willing to own it.
Face red, she jumps off the table, turns her back to me, dresses, and mutters, “Guess Farid was right.”
Hating how she compares me to that goddamn asswipe, I pull her into my arms. “Baby, believe me, I’ve never wanted a woman more.”
The truth is supposed to set you free. Why, then, do I feel stuck between my job and a hard place? Before the thin rope of my resolve breaks, I kiss the tip of her nose.
When those enormous brown eyes meet mine, I take a deep breath and force my johnson to stand down. “Want to be Robin to my Batman?”
“Why? What do you have in mind?” A slow smile spreads across her lips, and I grin back. Perhaps, after all this is over, I can take her out for dinner or a movie… if she doesn’t land behind bars.
“Could you create a project plan to find your team’s leak?”
This would be the perfect opportunity for her to confess. Instead, she blushes and lowers her gaze to her phone. “Hold on. I’ll open my app.”
Seduction off the table, so to speak, I scratch my head. “Okay, Miss Management, now what?”
The sexy librarian crosses her long legs, wiggles her pink-painted toes, and taps her fingers on the flat surface. “Well, first, we must define our success criteria. Begin with the end in mind, and so on. What, exactly, do you want to accomplish?”
What do I want? To take her to my bed and fuck her until she confesses to any sin she’s ever committed. Taking a deep breath, I focus on my mission. “The purpose is to arrest the traitor.”
“Right.” She bites her lower lip and types using her thumbs. “Do you have a timeline in mind?”
“Whatever it takes.” The menace in my voice causes Bear’s ears to perk up.
Of course, she doesn’t notice a damn thing. C’mon, baby. Just tell me the truth.
“And your budget?” When her brows lift, I hide my clenched fists behind my back.
“Money’s not a problem.” Clueless to my mood, she studies her phone.
“Resources?”
“The whole damn FBI.” Anyone else would be scared shitless, but she smiles as if she’s not the prime suspect in my case. Does she not know she’s helping me plot her demise?
“Right. Now, let’s list the steps needed to accomplish your goal.”
Stepping closer, I cross my arms and stare down at her phone. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Ah… no. I don’t think so.” If I wasn’t so sure of her guilt, those brown eyes might convince me she’s innocent.
“What about the risks?” As I recall my online management course a few years ago, her face heats.
“You’re the FBI agent. I think you need to fill in this blank.” A bead of sweat appears on her forehead, and she wipes it away.
Inhaling the scent of her fear, I press on. “People could get hurt and even die, including your kid.”
Face pale, she types the word ‘death” into her phone, then glances up at me. “Any other risks you want to add?”
“You tell me. What will happen if our enemies master EMF technology?”
“Hypothetically speaking, a global satellite could disable all the earth’s 5G. Conversely, our team is working on a much smaller scale. We’re creating the perfect, undetectable assassination weapon.”
“For the love of God, why?” Images of world leaders dying by the dozens make my stomach lurch.
“The same reason we study anthrax. We need an antidote.” She states it so matter-of-factly that I cringe and move on.
“Let’s discuss our action steps. First, I’ll need to talk to your friend, Henry. With his help, I should be able to find the guy who attacked him.”
She stops typing, skews up her face, and waits for me to lock onto her gaze before asking, “Why aren’t you using facial recognition?”
“The shooter avoided looking at the cameras in the area.”
While I explain, she jumps from her chair. “You don’t have to wait for Henry. I saw him.”
My mouth drops. Is she purposefully slowing down my investigation? “And you waited to tell me, why?”
“Because, Mister Special Agent Wulf, you never told me you didn’t capture his image. Give me a pencil, and I’ll sketch him for you.”
I hold up a felt-tipped pen. “How about this?”
“I guess it’ll do.” Frowning, she snatches the utensil from my hand and snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Paper, paper.”
Tearing open a utility bill, I hand her an almost blank page. “Can you talk and draw at the same time?”
“Yeah. Go ahead.” As she bites her lower lip, an incredibly life-like drawing emerges.
“I was wondering if you could log into Henry’s work computer for me?”
“Probably, but you’ll need to drive me back to the lab. Why?”
“I’ll know it when I see it.”
“Shit. The eyes are off.” She crumples up the artwork. “If you stop for art supplies on the way to the hospital, I’m sure I can do better.”