Seven
JENNA
“Will you tell me your name now? Your real name?”
After creating the mother of all distractions with our homemade explosives, Remus smuggled me out of the building amidst the sea of panicking people and led me away from the facility.
His men had been waiting for us near a hole they’d cut in the security fence, and if they were shocked to see a woman dressed in a white lab coat, a pair of pink flannel pyjama bottoms, and sneakers, they hadn’t shown it.
A short hike into the bush brings us to their base camp, where Remus throws out a few short, sharp orders, hands over my backup drive for safekeeping, then leans back against one of the big black vehicles, his lips pinching together in a sly smirk. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
I tilt my head and stare up at him, this beast of a man who put his life on the line to save mine.
“Try me,” I say and slide my hands over his firm chest, revelling in the feel of all that strength.
I can’t wait to get him naked again. Just the two of us this time, though.
No more audience. No more perverted fat fuck-face. No more demonstrations.
Just me and Remus and sweet, hot sexy-times.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he slides one hand down to squeeze my arse—he really likes my arse—then sighs and chuckles.
“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He hooks a knuckle under my chin and forces me to lift my gaze to his.
I want to drown in the dark pools of his eyes.
“My name, my real name, is Colonel Robert Morgan,” he says. “But everyone calls me Bob.”
Snapped out of my daydream, I stare at him, dumbfounded. “Bob? Your name… is Bob?” I shake my head, then let loose a hesitant laugh. He must be kidding. “You’re right. I don’t believe you.”
Warm, firm, smiling lips crash against mine, coaxing mine to open wide enough for his silken tongue to slip between them and subdue any lingering doubts. “It’s true, I promise,” Remus whispers, leaning his forehead against mine. “And you know I keep my promises.”
I do, don’t I? From rescuing me to rocking my world, Remus has done everything he said he would, and all with a cocky grin and an air of command that makes my toes curl and my panties wet.
“Colonel, we need to go.” A soldier dressed all in black opens the rear door to the waiting SUV.
Remus takes my hand and helps me climb into the back seat.
“What do we do now?” I ask, turning to peer through the rear window towards the carnage we created. Black plumes of smoke rise high into the sky, visible for miles, and sirens wail in the distance. I still can’t believe no one is chasing us.
Remus curls one big hand around the nape of my neck and drags me closer, brushing his mouth over mine once more. “First we get you back to base for a debriefing,” he says, then lowers his voice so his men don’t hear him, “and then I take you back to my place for a de-briefing.”
I giggle. I can’t help myself, and I fucking giggle. “And how are you going to do that?” I whisper. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
The look on Remus’s face is pure carnal predator, especially when he growls, “Fuck, baby. The things I’m gunna do to you when I get you home. You won’t be able to walk for days.”
He’s so damn sexy. And sweet and corny, and I just want to rip his clothes off and—
“Ah, Colonel?” the soldier who held our door open says as he climbs into the driver seat. “Your earpiece is still active, sir. We can all hear you.”
My giggle turns into full-blown laughter as Remus growls, “You’re all fired.
” He rips the small plastic device out of his ear and tosses it in the front seat of the vehicle.
“Get us out of here,” he orders the driver.
Then he turns to me and says, “Before we take this too far, I have to ask you something.”
My mouth runs dry and I swallow hard at Remus’s suddenly serious tone, but I nod, trusting him. He got us this far. “Okay. Ask me.”
He takes a breath like he’s about to ask me the most important thing in the world, then slowly lets it out. “Okay. So here it is. Cats… or dogs?”
I start to laugh until I see the small frown creasing his brow. He’s serious. Okay, then. After clearing my throat, I straighten my posture and tell him, “Cats. Definitely cats. Dogs are too needy.”
My heart thunders in my chest as I await his verdict, and inside my head the words Please be a cat person, please be a cat person, please be a cat person are running on an infinite loop.
Then Remus grins, slow and sensual, and reaches for me again. “It’s like you were fucking made for me, woman.”
“And you were made for me, only better.”
He cocks one brow. “Better? How so?”
I grin and slide my hand south, cup his cock through his trousers and feel it jump at my touch, feel it harden under my palm. “No batteries required to operate this boyfriend.”
Matching my grin, he brushes his lips over mine. “Nope. This Bob runs on caffeine, chaos and cuss words.”
Three of my favourite things. “Promise?” I murmur between teasing kisses.
“I promise, baby,” he whispers back, and I snuggle against his chest. Warm. Safe. And horny as fuck. But not alone. Not anymore.
Not when I have my very own Bob.
I hope you enjoyed Jenna and Remus’s story!