CHAPTER 28
Warren
I stood outside her door and took a deep breath. She answered after the first knock.
We simply stared at each other a moment.
“Why did you walk out like that?” she asked, breaking the silence.
“Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” she said, stepping aside.
I walked in and closed the door behind me.
She gestured to the couch. “Have a seat.”
I followed her across the living room to her brown suede couch, where we settled on opposite ends.
Looking across at me, she put her hands in her lap. “Well?”
I sighed. “Seeing you with Melvin upset me,” I admitted.
“Okay, that’s a good start.”
“Don’t patronize me.”
“I’m not. Geez. Give a girl a break, would you?”
“I got jealous, okay? Are you interested in him?”
“No, not at all. He asked me to do a story on his security company.”
“You mean our security company.”
She tilted her head sideways. “What do you mean?”
“I’m investing in the company with him.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Something isn’t right. I talked to the real estate agent, and no one is supposed to be in that office. It’s been rented already.”
“What? When? And what make you think to do that in the first place?”
“Does it matter? I multitask. I’m a journalist. Well, used to be, anyway.”
“A damn good one.”
She smiled. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Good to know,” I said, moving closer toward her.
“I think it seems like he’s trying to start up that smuggling operation again. He might be starting the security firm as a front operation.”
I clenched my jaw. “So that mother fucker lied again.”
“Calm down,” Rose said. “We should go talk to the FBI. I’ll tell them everything I know.”
“No. I don’t want you involved in this any more than you are already.”
Rose’s expression turned defiant. She folded her arms. “That’s bullshit.”
I smirked, loving the way she stood up for herself. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. We’re a team now. Don’t you forget it.” She poked me on the chest with her finger.
“There are a lot of things that make you unforgettable,” I said in a low voice.
“Really? Like what?”
“Like this.” I slid over, placing one hand on her thigh and one on her neck. I then drew her closer until our lips met. She kissed me back, her hands moving up and down my biceps, squeezing and rubbing.
All the nonsense from earlier faded away.
She moaned as I moved a hand to her left breast, squeezing it through her white blouse.
“You look so damn hot in that outfit,” I said. “All powerful and business-like.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I kissed her again, slower this time so that we could enjoy the pleasure.
“Take me,” she pleaded, breathlessly.
I ran my hand up her arm, her skin so soft and silky. She smiled seductively as I bent to kiss her shoulder.
Her shirt and bra came off quickly.
She ran her hands through my hair, pressing my head against her chest before I stood and stripped off my shirt.
She got to her feet and we kissed again while stripping the remaining clothes off each other.
“Sit,” she said, pushing me on the couch.
As I sat back down, she lowered onto her knees and positioned herself between my legs. I stared into her eyes and found myself getting lost in her beauty. She grabbed my cock with one hand and kissed the tip.
I took in a deep breath.
A smile spread over her face as she tugged and stroked, teasing me before eventually taking me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled twice before she swallowed more of me in. I hardened while she sucked, licked, and kissed every inch of my rapidly swelling flesh.
She pulled her head off, still stroking while looking up at me. I watched as she stood, her long curly hair perfectly framing her face. She then rolled a condom onto me and climbed on my lap.
With my hands on her hips and her hands on my chest, she lowered her body, permitting me to penetrate her.
Her face tensed in ecstasy. “That’s so good,” she said, leaning forward. Her breasts pressed against my chest and I swore time stopped as she rode me, moving up and down in all the right ways.
She moaned, enjoying the pleasure just as much as I was. I moved my hands to her breasts, pushing her up so that I could see some more of her beautiful face. As she continued grinding me, I squeezed those perfect breasts, loving the size, shape, and feel of them in my hands.
“Don’t stop,” she cried, increasing her momentum.
Each time she came down, I thrusted upward, savoring the friction. She moved my hands and leaned forward again, kissing me.
We were connected as one, pleasure growing and spreading between us. My toes curled, fighting back the urge for release.
“I’m so close,” she moaned. “Harder.”
I thrusted upward as she came down, the sounds of our labored breaths and my own pounding heart filling my ears.
Rose’s face scrunched up, signaling the beginning of her ending. “Yes!” she cried as her body shook and shivered against mine. Her muscles contracted around me, pushing me over the edge. I plunged into her one last time and came into the condom at full force.
She kissed me on the lips, her tongue sliding into my mouth as we came down from the heights of bliss. Reality and normalcy would return, but for that one fraction of a second, we were two souls with one body.
I had never felt anything like it before.
Still breathing heavily, Rose pulled back and smiled.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I said.
“And you are an amazing fuck,” she retorted.
I laughed, hugging her and loving the way her skin felt against mine.
Reluctantly, she crawled off of me and stood.
We both cleaned up before retiring to her bedroom, where we laid together and talked for a half-an-hour about nothing and everything. It was amazing how her mind captured me even more than her body, which was something I had never experienced with anyone else.
As I fell asleep with her body curled against mine, I thought about my future and what I needed to do. I wanted nothing but the best for Rose. For us. So if we were going to be in a real relationship, I had to do better.
She deserved the best, and I intended on giving it to her.
CHAPTER 29
Rose
I woke with his magnificent body next to mine, which instantly put a smile on my face. He moaned and stirred but didn’t wake as I carefully climbed out of my bed.
We should have gone to his place, I thought, remembering his comfortable bed on my way to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. What does all of this mean for us?
The only way it would work was if we continued communicating like we had the night before. He had appeared ready to work with me, but with men, I honestly could never tell, at least not completely. They were such a mystery.
After taking a shower and brushing my teeth, I returned to the kitchen for a cup of fresh coffee. A third of the way through, Warren walked in, his hair perfectly messy and his eyes nearly closed.
“Morning,” I said.
He grunted as he shuffled toward the coffee pot.
I took another drink, wondering if I should ask him about breakfast. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah,” he said.
When he finished fixing himself a cup of coffee, he sat next to me and gave me a peck on the cheek.
“What about you?” he asked.
“Best sleep since the last time we were together. Your bed is better though.”
He s
miled then took a sip.
I cleared my throat. “We should go talk to the FBI today.”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “It’ll be a hassle though.”
“But it’s better to tell them you have nothing to do with it sooner than later. I’ll go with you to back up your story and make sure you have a witness.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I nodded.
He frowned, seeming to remember something. “They told me you might be involved,” he said after a slight pause.
“What? That’s crazy.”
“That’s what the agent said yesterday.”
“We both need to talk to them then.”
“I just wanted to make sure you knew what he said about you first…”
“You don’t believe I’m involved, do you?” I asked, feeling myself getting mildly upset.
“No…I mean, I don’t think so. Can I finish my coffee before we get into an argument?”
“I don’t want to argue.”
“Good. Neither do I.”
As we both sipped at our coffee, I stole glances at him, wondering what it was about him that had made me fall so hard and so fast.
* * *
I sat next to him in a plain unassuming waiting room in the FBI building downtown. After dropping the man’s name who had talked to him in the alley, the security guard downstairs had shown us to the right floor.
Warren turned his head to look at me. “If something happens, I’ve got your back.”
“I can’t wait to talk to this guy and see what he thinks he knows about me.”
“They might have been lying. We shouldn’t be talking. The waiting room might be bugged.”
I nodded and then turned to face the only door in the tiny room. A few minutes later, the door opened and a man in a black suit walked in. Warren and I both got to our feet as he stared at me curiously.
“This is the female journalist who has nothing to do with it,” Warren said.
“Come with me,” the man said.
“Can we get your name?” I asked.
“Mr. Sully. This way, please.”
He held the door open for us, and then the three of us walked down two different hallways. By the time we stopped at a door, I wasn’t sure what part of the building we were in.
“Take a seat,” Mr. Sully said while adjusting the oval wire-frame glasses on his face.
Something was off about him, but I couldn’t put my finger on what. As I sat next to Warren, I watched the man’s face for any signs of lying.
“Thanks for coming in,” he said, opening a folder on his desk. “As I said, if you give us information on what happened before, we’ll make sure you’re not charged with anything.”
“Hold on a minute,” I said.
“I thought you were a journalist, not a lawyer,” Mr. Sully said with a chuckle. “Although they’re both kind of hated the same these days.”
“People hate the media more. Trust me, I’m—”
“We know who you are,” he interrupted. “And we’re glad you came in too. When we saw you asking questions about Melvin Stevenson renting office space, we thought you might not be involved after all.”
“You know she’s not, right?” Warren said, sitting on the edge of his seat.
I rubbed his back with my hand, more to support me than him.
“We’ve been listening to phone calls and reading emails, so yes, we know she’s not involved.”
“Wait. You’ve been listening to my calls and reading my emails?”
“It’s all standard stuff,” he said. “The Patriot Act has given us a lot of power.”
“Too bad America doesn’t seem any safer,” Warren said, angrily.
“Let’s not get into a political debate,” Mr. Sully said. “As both of you have had contact with Mr. Stevenson before, we want to wire you and get something we can use in court.”
“Absolutely not,” Warren said.
I raised my hand. “Hold on a minute. Don’t I have a say in this too?”
Warren looked at me.
“If I can finish the story that I started in Afghanistan and clear your name at the same time, I’m all about helping,” I said, looking back at him.
“You don’t understand the risks,” he objected.
I turned my attention back to Mr. Sully. I wasn’t ready to commit but was definitely interested. “What do you need me to do?”
“Easy. We’ll give you a recording device, and you get Melvin to admit what he’s doing.”
“He hasn’t even told me anything yet,” Warren said, shaking his head.
The fact he was so worried about me made me glow on the inside. Most of the joy, however, was extinguished by the reality of what the FBI was asking us to do.
Warren shook his head. “There has to be another way.”
“Believe me, we’ve tried. These guys are slick.” Sully eyed Warren. “You’re not involved in any of this, right? If so, the time to tell me is now.”
“No,” Warren said firmly.
“Fine,” Mr. Sully replied. “I have to fill out all the paperwork to get this started, but if you two stop in tomorrow afternoon, we’ll have the equipment ready for you. All you need to do at that point is get Melvin to slip up and say something incriminating.”
“Oh, is that all?” Warren scoffed sarcastically. He stood and shook his head again. “Come on, Rose. Let’s get out of here.”
“You two be safe,” Mr. Sully said.
We walked out of the office and back downstairs.
“Those guys are fucking nuts,” Warren said once we’d made it outside. “We’re not going through with this.”
“We have to,” I said.
“We don’t have to do anything.” He placed his hands on my cheeks, staring into my eyes. “I care about you so damn much, you know that?”
“And I love you.” Once the words had slipped out, there was no taking them back.
Warren kissed me, his lips saying everything without him having to say anything at all.
And then we rushed back to his apartment, to the better bed.
CHAPTER 30
Rose
Once through his apartment door, we were all over each. In that moment, it looked like things might finally get better between us. And if everything worked out, I might be able to become a journalist again, and his name would be cleared once and for all.
I couldn’t help smiling as we made our way to his bedroom.
Clothes came off as if we were in a race. I touched my lips against the skin on his chest, moving lower. Suddenly, he bent and lifted my naked body into the air. My eyes widened in surprise. He grinned, kissing my lips as he carried me to his bed.
He lied me down on the comforter and kissed my neck. I moaned, loving his lips against my skin.
His kisses began to lower. He suckled one nipple and then the other while his hands roamed the rest of my body. When his mouth reached my stomach, I sat up on my elbows and slid back. He crawled onto the mattress between my legs, kneeling and looking down at me. He then pressed his body against mine, kissing my lips once again. His tongue slid against mine, making my whole body sing.
I pushed his shoulders down and a wicked grin slipped onto his face as he held himself up with his arms and stared into my eyes. Ever so sensually, he kissed my skin, moving lower down my body as I pushed him, trying to speed him along.
Nestled between my spread legs, his tongue barely touched me. I ran my fingers through his hair, loving the soft, fullness of it. He started licking me more insistently, running his tongue from bottom to top, and then back again. Heat rushed between my legs, sensitizing my clitoris as he nibbled and teased at the tiny nub, sending me waves of pleasure.
He thrust a finger inside me, wiggling it and almost pushing me over the edge. I groaned, arching my back and lifting my hips into the air.
“You taste so good,” he murmured, breathing heavily.
My own breaths were fast and furious, and my heart pounded
. The rest of the world faded away as he slid another finger in to join the first, making them danced together inside of me.
“Warren,” I squealed.
“Yes, baby. Come for me.”
The sound of his voice took me to that special place. My mind exploded as my body convulsed, ecstasy running through me. I looked down to find him staring up at me.
“Fuck me like it’s our last,” I said.
I would never forget the look that came over his face—a combination of lust, love, hunger, and trust.
He entered me quickly, his condom-covered cock sliding in easily. All the feelings of pleasure built up once again as he pushed in and out, faster and harder with each stroke.
I ran my hands over his strong arms as they held him up. The look of determination on his face almost did me in, and for a moment, I saw myself spending the rest of my life with him.
Our bodies moved together as one. He lifted my legs into the air, pounding with more ferocity.
My second orgasm hit quickly and unexpectedly. I felt him throbbing deeply inside of me as I came, my muscles clenching around him as he kept going.
“Yes, baby,” I cried, delirious with pleasure.
His face contorted and his eyes narrowed. “Fuck!” he cried out as he came.
I had never seen him lose his composure before. The physical side of our relationship had somehow merged with the emotional, making the sex that much better.
His stroke slowed before finally stopping. He pulled out of me and I kissed him before he moved to lie beside me. We both stared up at the ceiling, enjoying the afterglow.
“Now that was a good afternoon,” I said.
He laughed, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. “Yes. That was unreal.”
“It keeps getting better,” I said, my hand on his thigh.
“You can say that again.” He placed his hand on top of mine.
“I’m not ready to go back to work tomorrow,” I said with a sigh.
“Thanks for calling off today and going with me.”
“I want to help with this. I mean, if I can get the story…I want to make sure you’re safe.”
He rolled over on his side and stared into my eyes. “You mean a lot to me, Rose. More than any woman before.”
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