In Deep with the FBI Agent

by Lynne Silver

  Her laughter joined his, and it was the most natural thing in the world for their hands to clasp, and for her to lean into his taller body as they exited the gym and headed toward the parking lot.

  “Do you think we’ll always be poor?” she asked.

  He slung an arm around her shoulders. “Uh, Case. Look around. We’re not poor.”

  “Sam, I work in education and you work for the government. We’ll never be flying in private jets to our own private islands.” And when had she started thinking of them as a we?

  “Is that what you want, one-percent money?”

  “It’d be nice, right?”

  “For a little while. But I’ve learned that everyone, rich and poor alike, has problems. Sometimes they just look a little different.”

  No one knew that better than her. Her mom had been having a rough week, and she’d had to turn down dinner with Sam twice to bring a meal to her. Sooner or later, she’d have to introduce Sam to her mom, but the honeymoon phase was so fun right now. Nothing was guaranteed to kill a fun relationship more than the reality of caring for ill parents. “True, but sometimes I lose perspective working where I do. These kids drive to school in their brand-new fancy cars while I’m worrying about payments on my used car. And when the latest cool phone came out, they all got one.”

  “So?” he asked.

  She stopped walking and turned to look up at him. “So?” she echoed. “I want a new phone.”

  “And in one year it’ll be the old phone. Don’t buy into the marketing hype.” They walked on and within a minute, they were outside at the now nearly empty parking lot. Sam paused and raised his brow as he looked at her, obviously wondering where the night would end. She returned the gesture, wanting to be wooed and not looked upon as a sure thing.

  “Did I mention you look gorgeous tonight?” he asked. His finger trailed along her bare shoulder.

  “Thank you.” She grabbed hold of his tie and tugged him forward. “Did I mention that every woman in the room could not stop talking about how hot Sam Cooper had gotten?”

  Even in the shadowy light of the parking lot safety light, she could see his cheeks redden. “It’s true, you know,” she said. “You grew up well.”

  “You’re making me blush,” he said, then his mouth was on hers and they heated the air around them in the parking lot. Casey wasn’t quite sure how they had gotten there, but she found her back against the driver’s side window of her car with Sam’s bigger body caging her in.

  His tongue found hers and the kiss she’d been craving all night was now hers. Her hands roamed across the taut muscles of his back, untucking his dress shirt to find the warm skin underneath. She arched against him, her hips cradling the erection now pressing at her core.

  Sam had the ability to make her forget where she was whenever he got his hands on her. She’d never been big into PDA, but apparently her past history was moot when it came to Sam. First at their date at the bocce court and now here in her place of work, she was putting on quite a show for any onlooker. Luckily, at this time of night, the parking lot was deserted, but finally she gained enough wherewithal to pull her lips away from Sam’s.

  “We need to get out of here,” she said.

  “Your place or mine?” he asked against her neck, tickling her.

  She thought for a second. “Mine.” Sam had walked her to her apartment door, but he’d never spent the night.

  “All right.” He pulled back, and she gained satisfaction seeing his flushed cheeks and mussed hair. “I’ll follow you over in my car.”

  “All right.”

  Fifteen minutes later they were in the elevator in her building, when she realized Sam was humming.

  “Are you humming ‘Love in an Elevator’?”

  He grinned. “Guilty.”

  She rolled her eyes as they stopped and the door slid open. “Not going to happen.”

  He followed her out and down the hall, glancing back at the elevator. “Wouldn’t want to. Looks uncomfortable, and we don’t have a great track record at sex. We already broke a countertop.”

  She shoved at his shoulder. “We’ve had sex twice, Sam. That’s not a track record.”

  “Three times, but who’s counting?”

  “Not me, apparently.” She opened the door to her apartment and they entered. She’d chosen this building for its location and proximity to restaurants and shopping. It was an easy drive to work. If she lived in a newer building farther out of the city, she might get more space, but she was a single woman living alone. Who needed space? She had a decent living room–dining room combo and a small bedroom. The kitchen was one tiny wall of cabinets and an oven, but she wasn’t big on cooking. She used her table for eating takeout way more than she cooked.

  “This is nice,” Sam commented, looking around. He walked over to the window and peered out. “Does it get loud at night? You’re right over all the shops.”

  “Sometimes,” she admitted, “but it doesn’t bother me.”

  Now that they were here alone, she suddenly felt shy. Fifteen minutes ago in the parking lot, she’d been ready to strip and get dirty in the back of her car. Now the engines had cooled, and she needed a warm-up.

  “Did you eat?” Sam asked abruptly. “’Cause I’m starving. Don’t take this the wrong way, Casey, but the caterer sucked.”

  Her eyes widened. “He did? Oh, no. He’s a parent at the school.”

  Sam wandered over to her fridge and made himself at home, searching through it. “Had you never done a tasting before?”

  “I’m not always the best judge of taste,” she said. “To me, food can be a necessary evil to make sure my body keeps running.”

  “Well, his food tastes like crap.”

  “Oh, my God, Sam,” she wailed. “You’re joking, right? Are you honestly telling me I served bad food to one hundred potential donors?”

  He turned from the fridge at the genuine distress in her tone. “People weren’t there for the food. They were there to see each other. Mission accomplished.”

  She collapsed onto her sofa, still able to see Sam in her open kitchen. “Two moms came in the other week wanting to change caterers for the upcoming auction. I totally blew them off. I thought they were being picky.”

  “They were. Picky about not eating garbage.”

  “Stop teasing, Sam. You’re going to make me cry.”

  “Casey Cooper doesn’t cry over shit like this. She calls the caterer, gets her money back, and hires a new caterer for the auction.”

  She sat straighter. “You’re right. But it’s a parent of the school, and he’s a donor. It’s not going to be fun.”

  “Nope,” he agreed. “You know what is going to be fun?” He was now standing in front of the closed fridge door holding something behind his back. “Eating these apple slices off your naked body.”

  “Sam!”

  “I’m serious. Get naked.”

  She blinked at him. “Work crisis here, Sam. This isn’t the time to joke.”

  “Does it look like I’m joking? My dick is in crisis here, Casey. Now strip.”

  Her belly gave a happy flutter at the command in his voice. It was something she’d figured out about herself when she’d first lost her virginity and discovered sex. She spent her whole waking life in control and ordering the world around her. Sometimes it was nice to give up control in bed, especially to someone she trusted. Slowly, she strolled toward Sam and presented her back. “Unzip?”

  She heard his inhalation as the long zipper moved from her top vertebra down to the small of her back. His finger trailed down the line of her exposed skin, making her draw in a breath.

  “I call bullshit,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the base of her neck. “You got the dress on all by yourself, which means you can take it off.”

  She turned, let the dress fall off her shoulders, enjoyed his admiration for a minute, then said, “I feel safer knowing the FBI has such capable detectives.”

  He grinned. “Ni
ce bra.”

  Her lashes fluttered down, eyeing her red strapless push-up bra. She’d worn it with Sam in mind. “Thank you. The panties are pretty nice too, don’t you think?” She spun slightly, giving him an eyeful of her ass, which was mostly bare in the minuscule panties.

  Sam’s voice was hoarse when he said, “Go to your bedroom. Lie flat on the bed. I’ll be there in a second.”

  In her heels, Casey sashayed out of the kitchen to the doorway leading to her bedroom, knowing Sam’s gaze was on a direct flight pattern to her rear. As she reached the doorway, Sam’s voice stopped her.

  “Hey, Case.”

  She pivoted her head to look back at him.

  “You’re perfect. Every time you look in the mirror, you need to know that. You are ridiculously fucking perfect.”

  Tears sprang into her eyes, because his words betrayed that he’d done some reading on anorexia and had to know that when she looked in the mirror, she saw anything but perfection. Knowing that Sam thought she was gorgeous made her think that someday she might look into a mirror and think the person in the reflection was flawless. She didn’t respond to Sam’s compliment. She couldn’t without turning this into a cry-fest, and she didn’t want tears at this moment. She wanted Sam’s mouth on her, eating apples.

  She was barely on her bed for a second before Sam entered, holding a small plate full of apple slices. He was still fully clothed. He shook his head with mock disappointment when he saw her. “You’re still dressed.”

  Her lingerie didn’t really count as clothes in her opinion, as it revealed more than it covered, but she supposed in Sam’s view, the best bits were covered. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, but he stopped her.

  “Let me.”

  She rolled to her belly and he sat next to her on the bed and unhooked the bra, then tugged the strings of her panties lower.

  “Lift,” he directed, and she raised her ass in the air as the silk and lace shimmied down her thighs.

  “Jesus,” he murmured. His palm cupped the globes of her butt cheeks. “There might be a change in plans. I could take you like this. You’d stay like that, slightly on your knees, and I’d hold your hips while I come into you from behind.”

  She heard, rather than controlled, the whimper that escaped from the back of her throat.

  “But I’m hungry,” he said, “and I promised you apples. Roll over.”

  She obeyed and had to watch Sam stand and remove all his clothes, save for his boxer briefs, which were straining at the crotch. He followed the direction of her stare. “I can’t lose these yet, or we won’t do everything I want to.”

  She reached a hand out to cup the alluring bulge, but he pulled back. “You can listen to me or you can be tied up. Put your hands under your back. Lie on them and don’t move.” One second, then two, and then she followed orders. Right hand under, shift to the side, then the left. In this position, her breasts jutted out, crying out for attention.

  Sam reached for the bowl and plucked a paper-thin apple slice out, then laid it over one nipple and repeated the move for the other lonely breast. The cold made her hiss and hardened her nipples.

  Next he trailed a slice between the valley of her breasts, stopping at her belly button and leaving it there. It was time for the fourth apple slice, and there was only more place he could conceivably put it, but he surprised her by placing one on each kneecap.

  And then he gave her a smile that made her shiver with need. “Spread.” There was no question to which body part he was referring. Casey glanced down at her body, then back at Sam, who was lounging on the bed holding one last apple slice in his hand. She wasn’t sure how she felt about fruit in her bodily orifices. It sounded…sticky and maybe too kinky.

  Sam laughed. “The look on your face…Don’t worry. I’m not going there. Trust me?”

  Since she did, she carefully spread her legs, keeping the apples balanced on her knees. Sam gently brushed the edge of the apple slice between her lips, tickling her clitoris.

  “It’s cold,” she said on a shiver.

  “Let me warm you up.”

  He knelt between her legs and replaced the apple slice with his hot, wet tongue, eliciting a gasp and sigh of pleasure.

  “Mmm,” he murmured. “You taste good. Like apples.”

  Her laughter dislodged the apples on her knees, but they were soon forgotten in the tangled sheets as Sam’s mouth got busier between her legs. At first he kept his licks slow and gentle, and she felt her body softening under his mouth. Then his moves became more deliberate and pronounced as his tongue penetrated her.

  “God, Sam.” Her fingers threaded through his hair, and he stopped to balance on his forearms over her body.

  “You disobeyed me.”

  In her pleasure-induced haze, it took her a moment to realize what he’d said. Her hands froze at her side, now out of his hair. “Please, Sam. Don’t stop.”

  “Do I need to tie you up?”

  A wave of undiluted desire rolled through her, crashing right at the juncture between her thighs. One day she did want Sam to tie her up, but not tonight. Tonight, she wanted to touch him. “No. I’ll be good, but I want to touch you.”

  From his position above her, he cocked his head, studying her. Finally, he gave a head jerk. “Fine. You may touch my head or my back.”

  “All right,” she whispered.

  He lowered until his mouth was level with one of her breasts, and shivered as he nibbled the apple off her skin, making sure to miss the slice and find her breast. Then he ate the other apple slice. The cotton of his underwear was rubbing against her thighs, and she reached her hands around to cup his butt. He’d said she could touch his head or back. His butt was part of his back, right?

  She clearly needed anatomy lessons, because Sam stopped his devouring of her breasts and gave her a warning look.

  “Don’t you want to be touched?” she asked in frustration.

  “Hell yes, but I’m getting off on giving orders to bossy Casey Cooper. Tell me the truth, baby. You like it, don’t you? You’ve been giving orders and been the queen bee every minute for the last twenty-something years. You want—no, you need—a man who isn’t going to kneel at your feet worshipping you.”

  He tugged at her lower lip with his teeth then pulled back. “No, that isn’t right. I’ll worship your body, and I’ll give you what you need. What I think you need is to be programmed.” He studied her for a second, their eyes locked on each other’s, until she glanced away. He nodded with obvious satisfaction. “Yep. You know how I code software? It’s all about giving orders in very specific detail. If-then statements.” He bent to give her a wet, openmouthed kiss. “If I do this, then this happens. You’re an unknown variable. You’re the bug in my code.”

  “Thanks, I think.”

  “Keep your hands to yourself, and you’ll be thanking me soon.”

  She laughed. “But I do love touching you.”

  He kissed her again. “And I love it when you touch me, but right now I’m coding your body to react a certain way. I want to control you. Can you give up control to me for a little while? If I do anything you don’t like, say…” He smiled to himself. “‘End.’ That’ll be your safe word.”

  “Am I going to need a safe word?” She felt as if she’d fallen down the rabbit hole. If you’d told her in high school that she’d be holding hands at the ten-year reunion with Sam Cooper and then taking him home to get naked, she would’ve laughed and then said something cutting and bitchy. But here she was, and damn happy about it.

  “No,” he promised. “This is about your pleasure. No pain.”

  That she could get on board with. Carefully, she shifted to place her hands under her lower back and waited for Sam’s next move. She didn’t have to wait long. His lips were gentle on hers, and then together, they grew more urgent. Their chests pressed together, damp with sweat, and soon she was a puddle of need writhing underneath his strong body.

  “Sam,” she said.

/>   “Hmm?”

  “You forgot an apple.”

  He pulled away to grin down at her. “Why, yes I did.” He scooted down and with his mouth, grabbed the apple slice that had been pressed between their bodies. Casey was going to need a serious shower tomorrow, possibly tonight, as she felt sticky in the best possible way.

  “As long as I’m down here,” Sam said, and then bent between her legs again, hoisting her thigh over his shoulder.

  “Oh, God,” she said on a moan. The pleasure mounted, spiraling deep in her body, and she started to crave completion more than she craved her next breath. “Please, Sam. I need you in me.”

  He ignored her pleas and kept coming at her with his mouth until her orgasm was on her, making her scream. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of sheets under her body, and when the sensation grew too much, she tried to scoot away, but his hands held her hips in place, and he kept his mouth on her.

  “End!” she cried. “End, end.” Her depleted body was a limp pool of pleasure.

  Immediately he pulled back and sat back on his heels looking at her. “You okay?” he asked softly.

  “More than,” she said. “You?” Pulling a hand free, she gestured toward his impressive erection still stretching the gray cotton fabric of his boxers.

  “I’m okay,” he said, “but not as good as I’m going to be.”

  Suddenly, her tired body had more energy. “Oh?”

  He nodded and thumbed the elastic waist of his boxers down, revealing the swollen red crown of his cock. “I want reciprocity.”

  She sat up slightly on her elbows. “I get to boss you around?”

  He shook his head. “Not tonight. You get to get on your knees and take me in your mouth.”

  “Oh, do I?” He had some nerve thinking she’d get on her knees to suck his dick like she was his slave, yet it was exactly what she wanted to do. He’d spent ample time between her thighs, and she wanted to return the favor.

  “If you’re too tired, we can make it work another way.”

  “How?”

  “Stay like that, on your back, head up on the pillow a little. I’ll come to you.”

  She understood what he meant to do as his thighs straddled her chest and his cock bobbed in front of her mouth. “Take me,” he said.