Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DUNCAN
It's been a half hour since the gala ended and over two hours since I saw her. My skin crawls thinking of her in another man's arms. I need her. My phone dings from the wardrobe, and I open the text window.
Maya
Going to be late. Something has come up.
Me
Where are you? I'm on my way.
Maya
No. I'll be there as soon as I can.
Me
Is everything okay?
She doesn't respond again and I'm left wondering what is going on. An hour later I've had enough and open another text screen.
Me
Need a DC address for Maya Aaron.
Timothy
Just a second.
Five minutes later my phone is ringing.
"Timothy, you could've texted it to me."
"Big Guy, I don't know what you're up to, but you just had me pinged by the FBI. Who the bloody hell is this lass?"
"What do you mean?"
"I searched her address as you requested and the next thing I know the FBI is trying to hack into my system. I led them on a hunt, but they will still know that someone in London searched her information. Is she an operative or under FBI protection?"
"No. Thanks, man."
"I've got to report this to the Bossman."
"Bloody hell, okay, I'll explain tomorrow. I gotta go."
I pace the room for a few minutes and decide to walk down to the bar. I'm just ordering my drink when my phone goes off again with multiple texts.
Joshua
You will be explaining to me later why Timothy hacked information I could've given you.
I ignore him; I can deal with him tomorrow. The next text is more important to me.
Maya
I will be there in 20 minutes. Need to change.
Me
I've been waiting. Is everything okay?
Maya
I'll explain when I get there.
Oh, hell yeah, she will be explaining. I drink the scotch and decide to wait for her out front.
Standing out in the humid air makes me glad I changed into cargo shorts and a T-shirt.
I'm enjoying watching the activity of the valets and how busy the hotel is at midnight when I hear a V8 engine pulling up.
I look up to see a black four-door truck with tinted windows.
The driver's door opens and I hear the rock music as I watch my girl step out.
The valets watch her as she rounds the hood in short cut-off jeans and a V-neck T-shirt.
She is carrying an overnight bag. I don't step out of the shadows, I just watch her and feel myself calm.
"Scratch it, dent it, or all around damage it, and I will break every bone in your body. Put it somewhere where another car's doors won't hit it. Got it," she tells the valet as she hands him the keys.
"I've died and gone to heaven, baby," I growl as she turns to see me.
"Hey, honey. Don't die. I like you just the way you are." Her smile lights up her face and I stalk to her.
My lips hit hers before I remember we are standing outside.
"Come on, I need to be inside you, now."
Lacing my fingers with hers, I lead her into the hotel and straight for the elevator. The doors close and I pull her back into my front, running my hands over her body. I hear her breath catch and thinking she is turned on, I rub her arms again. This time she pulls away.
"What's the matter, baby?" That's when I see the bandages on her arms and nicks on her face. "What the bloody hell happened to you?"
"David was shot and I was hit with cement from the ricochet. I'm okay, and David will be too."
"What do you mean David was shot?"
"He thinks someone figured out what we were up to tonight at the gala."
"Explain."
The elevator doors open and I pull her behind me to my room. As the door closes, I turn on her, my arms cross, my back straight and my legs are spread. This works on my team, I even lift the brow.
"Okay, stop being so bossy," she grumbles as she drops her bag onto the chair.
"David owns a security company in Tel Aviv.
He was hired by the Israeli government to keep the ambassador safe after what happened in June.
They're not taking any more chances. He thinks someone on the current team is leaking information.
I was supposed to pose as his date as we checked the current security.
We left the gala early and were walking through the park near my condo when we were shot at.
He took a bullet in the back of his shoulder, the next two hit the pavement as I pulled him to safety. "
"God, baby! Why do you have to do this?"
"Why do you do what you do?"
"Okay. Come here."
She tips her chin at me in defiance, but I see her breathing increase. Finally, she steps to me. I spin her around so her back is to my chest and slide my hands from her collarbone, over her breasts, down her flat stomach and stop at the button of her shorts.
"You made me worry tonight. Made me jealous again. And made me get in trouble with my boss. I want you naked and on that bed, now."
Maya’s head falls back against my chest. I tip her chin up, leaving my other hand holding her body to mine. She turns her head and I claim her lips again. She opens and our tongues dual. I nip her bottom lip and pull back. "Now, Maya."
She pulls away and pulls her shirt over her head as she slips her sandals off her feet.
She reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra.
Her back is still to me and I see the muscles play across her shoulders.
She unbuttons her shorts and they fall, leaving her standing in front of me in a black thong.
The muscled globes of her arse tighten as she steps to the bed.
She stops and looks over her shoulder at me with a smile on her face.
"Are you going to stand there, or fuck me like you want to?"
I strip out of my clothes so fast the button for my cargo shorts flies across the room and hits the dresser.
"Kneel on the bed and show me that arse."
She removes the thong and positions herself on the bed, using her elbows to hold her up. My eyes zero in on her weeping pussy and my mouth waters. I drop to my knees behind her and bury my face in her heaven. I lick her clit and waste no time fucking her with my tongue.
"Duncan, please. I want your cock."
"Baby. I love when you say that."
Standing, I push on her shoulder blades, getting her into position as I slowly thrust into her.
Heaven. I’ve missed this. Her pussy contracts around my cock and I pull out slowly, then push back into her with force, pushing her forward on the bed.
My hands wrap around her hips tightly, holding her where I want her.
I continue to glide out slowly and slam back into her.
I look down at where we’re joined and almost lose my spunk from the sight of her body opened to my tunneling cock.
"Baby, are you close?"
"Mmhmm."
I smack her arse and her head comes up off the bed, and she screams as she comes around my cock. The contractions of her pussy pulling me in deeper has me losing it. I pull out and slam into her again and again, faster as I come deep inside her. I growl her name as she comes again.
I hold my body from falling on her and wait until she comes to herself. I slide out slowly, our combined juices leaking from her body. I get a washcloth and clean her up. Lifting her up, I crawl up the bed with her in my arms. She is mine and I'm not letting her go, ever if I can help it.
"Duncan, what did you mean by you got in trouble with your boss?" Her voice is a whisper. I thought she was asleep.
"When you didn't answer me, I had our tech guy search for your address."
"Wait, that was you?"
"What?"
"You searched me?"
"Yeah, why does the FBI have a tracer on you?"
"Because of my job," she mumbles, and I know she is lying to me.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Why else?"
"You tell me."
"There is nothing to tell. Because of my job, all agencies keep an eye on us."
I'll take it for now, but I know there is more to this.