Falling for Agent Cox:A Falling Novel

by DL Gallie

  “Morning, Kitten,” he says, as he enters the kitchen. He’s shirtless and sweat covers him. Even all sweaty and gross, he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  “Morning, Core,” I say, as I hand him a cool glass of water. Our fingers brush and like every time we touch, an electrical current flies through my body. “I don’t know why I can’t go for a run with you.”

  “You know why,” he tells me, as he finishes his water. We have this argument each time he goes for a run.

  “You’re in just as much danger as I am.”

  “Don’t argue with me, Kitten.”

  “But—”

  “No buts, don’t make me handcuff you, Kitten.”

  “Maybe I want to be handcuffed,” she throws back at me.

  “It can be arranged but unlike the spankings you so enjoy, you won’t enjoy this.”

  “Wanna make a bet?” I sass, resting my hand on my hip and cocking it to the side. The material on my sundress pulls down, revealing the top of my breasts. His eyes drop to my chest and darken with lust. He lifts his heated gaze back to mine.

  “Don’t tempt me, Kitten.”

  I wink at him and sashay out of the room. Looking over my shoulder, I notice his eyes are on my ass, so I add an extra swing as I walk away. I step into the bathroom and from the other room, I hear Corey murmur, “Fuck me.” I bet he’s sitting there, running his hands over his face in frustration.

  An idea forms in my head and with a grin on my face, I duck into my bedroom. With everything I need in hand, I head back out. He’s still on the sofa and he’s resting his elbows on his knees with his head down. He’s so lost in thought he doesn’t hear me return, which is perfect for what I have in mind.

  Silently, I snap one side of the handcuffs around my wrist and then the other to his wrist. His gaze lifts to mine in shock. “Oops,” I cheekily say, “did I do that?” That’s when he notices I’m only wearing a sheer purple teddy. Thank you Ave for including this in my care package.

  “What happened to your dress?”

  “I took it off,” I nonchalantly say, as I push him back onto the sofa and straddle his thighs. “Now, since we are cuffed, and alone, I think we should have some fun.”

  “I’m listening,” he tells me, his gaze locked on mine.

  “Well, since you are attached to me, literally and figuratively, I thought…” I stop talking and trail my fingertip over his chest, letting my fingers to the talking.

  “You thought what?”

  With my eyes on his, I keep moving my finger over his chest. Sliding lower and lower. Tracing my finger along the top of his cargos, I lean closer. My breasts pressing into his chest, I take his earlobe into my mouth and nibble. “I thought we could explore each other’s bodies with our hands and tongue and teeth.”

  “I’m down with that but I have one amendment.”

  “I don’t think you are in a position to bargain but I’m open to suggestions,” I breathe heavily into his ear, garnering a groan from him.

  “Do you trust me?” he pants.

  Pulling back to stare at him, I reply honestly, “With my life.”

  “Good,” he says and before I know it, he lifts me into his arms bridal style and walks us into the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and cocoons me, pressing his lips to mine and kissing the life out of me. I’m so lost in the kiss I don’t realize what he’s doing. He laced our fingers together and unbeknownst to me, he slipped the cuff off his wrist and now I’m attached to the bed via the cuffs, with my arms stretched above me.

  “What the?”

  “You should know better than that, Kitten. I will always win.” He stares down at me and my body heats just from his gaze. “Now, what shall I do with you?”

  “I have a few ideas,” I tell him.

  “Uh uh, I’m in charge now.”

  He climbs off the bed and ever so slowly he removes his pants, followed by his boxer briefs. Once he’s naked, he stands beside the bed and stares down at me, languidly stroking his cock.

  “If you uncuff me, I can do that for you.”

  “You can also help me while cuffed, you have a perfectly good mouth.”

  “Well then, come here.” I lick my lips and open wide, waiting for his cock.

  “Ohh, Kitten,” he says, resting a knee on the edge of the mattress. He continues to stroke his cock, while my clit pulsates with need.

  “Shut the fuck up, Core, and shove your cock in my mouth.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Don’t fucking call me ma’am.”

  “Watch your mouth, Kitten.”

  “Fill my mouth with your cock and you can watch it for me.”

  He straddles me and taps his cock against my chin, smearing precum on my skin. I’m about to protest again when he thrusts his hips forward and his cock passes between my lips. It hits the back of my throat causing me to gag a little. As he moves his hips back and forth, I pucker my cheeks and suck as best as I can. “Fuck, Kitten, your mouth feels like heaven.”

  When he stares down at me, I have never felt more wanted or desired in my life. His cock twitches and I know he’s close to coming. Gently, I graze my teeth on his shaft. He hisses and then I feel the first hot spurt hit the back of my throat and I suck every last drop from him. He removes his cock from my mouth and leans forward and shoves his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeply.

  His hand slides down my side. My skin prickles at his light touch. Slipping his hand between my thighs, he cups me. “Kitten, you’re soaked,” he murmurs against my lips. “What should we do about that?”

  “Fuck me,” I tell him, my body is on the edge right now. He doesn’t move, but I’m ready to combust. “Fu—” But I don’t get to finish my curse because he thrusts two fingers inside me. My heads drops back and I give myself and my pleasure over to him. He kisses and nips down my neck toward my breasts. Massaging them, he continues to finger fuck me. My orgasm is just about there but as soon as I feel like I’m about to explode, the asshole stops moving his fingers.

  “Corey,” I beg when he starts to move them again. “I need to come.”

  “Not until I say so,” he tells me.

  He uses his knuckle and nudges my piercing with each outward stroke. My body is buzzing with the need to come. My walls clench around his fingers and just before I explode, he slides down my body and sucks my piercing into his mouth. That suction sets me off and I come harder than I ever have before. He continues to shove his fingers in and out and suck on my clit as I come and come and come. Finally, my body relaxes and I recline into the mattress.

  “Holy shit,” I pant.

  Corey lifts his head from between my thighs, his chin glistening with my arousal. Beckoning himself forward, he crawls up my body and hovers over me. “Kiss me,” I demand.

  “Yes, ma’am.” And before I can protest at him calling me ma’am, he presses his lips to mine and slides his tongue into my mouth. We kiss like teenagers at the drive-in on a Saturday night, but unlike teenagers, we make it through all the bases and he hits a home run. Corey slides into me and fucks me slowly. His cock moving in sync with his tongue in my mouth.

  Corey and I languidly make love to one another. This is definitely making love because it’s slow and sensual. It’s perfect in every way possible. Together we come, moaning into each other’s mouths. We continue to kiss and eventually, we fall asleep. Corey on my chest and me still cuffed to the bed.

  Startling awake after a nightmare, I realize I’m alone. Corey must have uncuffed me while I was sleeping. Looking at the clock on the side table, I realize it’s late afternoon. Slipping my dress and underwear back on, I cross the hall to the bathroom and freshen up.

  Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I don’t recognize the woman staring back at me. There’s life in my eyes and for the first time in a long time, I realize I’m happy and I’m falling in love. Splashing water on my face, I wipe it dry and head into the kitchen for a drink.

  With my drink in hand, I
head out the front door and sit on the porch swing. Tucking my legs underneath me, I rub at my wrist. It’s a little chaffed from our sexcapades earlier. I think if, no, when, we do that again, we’ll need to get a fuzzy pair of cuffs to prevent chaffing.

  “What’s got you grinning?” Charli asks me as she walks up the front stairs.

  “Nothing,” I say.

  She sits down and turns to face me. “I call bullshit and from the red marks and moaning I heard earlier, I’d say you’re on a sex high.”

  “Maybe,” I nonchalantly shrug at her. She eyes me. “Okay, yes, I’m on a sex high.”

  “Again,” she teases. “I’m so happy and not jealous at all.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “Yeah, you’re right, I’m not really that sorry. You could always hook up with Dean.”

  She scrunches her face and shakes her head, “Hard pass there. He’s my partner in a work sense and that’s all it will ever be. Plus, he’s not really my type.”

  “What IS you type?” I ask her.

  “Not him,” she laughs. “I don’t know. I’ve been married to my job for so long now, I haven’t really had time for a relationship or love.”

  “I get that but you really need to look out for yourself, too. You’re a hot chick; don’t you want that giddy feeling when they’re near? Or the happiness that comes from being with someone?”

  “Can’t say I’ve ever had that. Not sure I’m cut out for love.”

  “I bet you will meet someone one of these days and when you do, it will be love at first sight and you will fall hard and fast.”

  “Yeah, I wouldn’t bet on that.”

  “Never say never,” I tell her.

  We both fall silent and I can see our chat racing through her mind. Standing, I look down at her. “It’s Tuesday, you know what that means?”

  Together we singsong, “It’s Taco Tuesday.”

  Linking arms, we head inside and begin prepping dinner.

  After a delicious taco dinner, sans margaritas—damn WitSec and no alcohol—Corey and I spend the rest of the evening in my room, devouring each other’s bodies like we do most nights and I fall asleep in his arms, blissfully happy.

  Waking the next morning, I stretch out my muscles from head to toe. My body aches in the most delicious way. A noise startles me and I quickly sit up. My Spidey senses are on high alert. “Corey?” I yell but I’m met with silence. That feeling of unease increases.

  Staring up, I pull on my robe when the door to my room swings open. My heart stops beating when I see who’s standing there; they were the last people I expected to see.

  33

  Kye

  Soon everything I’ve worked so hard for will be in place. Sure, my base of operations has been taken to another country but I’m Kye fucking Vlahos, no one can bring me down. She and the feds tried, but I’m like a cat with nine lives.

  The door opens and Monica slides into the seat next to me. Just as the door closes, my driver pulls away from the curb. She turns her head and stares at me. “It’s all arranged.”

  “Excellent,” I tell her.

  There’s hunger in her eyes and I know she’ll do anything I ask of her. Right now, I need her more than she needs me, but she’s so clueless she doesn’t realize I’m using her to get what I want, Baylor Evans. She is my one true queen and even though she betrayed me, she will rule by my side. I will make sure of it…and I know exactly how to make her comply.

  Grabbing my phone, I scroll through my contacts list and when I get to the one I’m after, I click their name. “What?” he growls on the second ring.

  “It’s time.”

  “I told you, I don’t have it yet.”

  “I have a new repayment in mind. Give me what I need now and we’ll call it even.”

  “I’m listening,” he tells me. I can hear the desperation in his voice but when you have nothing to live for, you look after number one. Consequences be damned.

  “I need an address.”

  “An address?” he repeats with confusion and as soon as the penny drops, he mumbles, “Ohh.”

  “Ohh, indeed.”

  “I’ll tell you what you need but you need to promise me something.”

  “You aren’t really in a position to be bargaining with me.”

  “If you want that address you need to guarantee me that she won’t be harmed.”

  “Which ‘she’ are we referring to?”

  “You know who I’m referring to. Guarantee me her safety and not only will I get you an address, but I’ll help you secure the package.”

  This is a change of events I didn’t see coming and it can work to my advantage if I let him think he’s in control. “You have a deal. Two days and it’s all going down.”

  “Why wait?”

  His eagerness to get this over with shows his desperation. Looking to Monica, she nods her head that she can move up her timeframe. “Tomorrow, lunchtime,” I confirm and then I hang up. “You sure you can get it done sooner?”

  “Do you not trust me?”

  “No, I don’t. I don’t trust anyone, Monica. And I especially don’t trust anyone without a penis between their thighs.”

  “Sexist much?” she scoffs, crossing her arms and pushing her tits up. She’s not wearing a bra under her dress; she’s such a fucking slut.

  Leaning over, I trace my fingertip across the hem of her dress, sliding my hand under the material and cupping her tit. Squeezing her nipple painfully between my thumb and forefinger, I pull the flimsy material down and suck the tip into my mouth. She reaches across, grabs my cock, and begins to stroke. Gripping the back of her neck, I throw her to the floor and like the good little slut she is, she pulls out my cock and begins to suck. This woman sucks like a Hoover and before long, I’m coming down her throat. Like always, I imagine it’s Baylor sucking me off and her name passes through my lips as I empty my load down Monica’s throat.

  “Did you just moan that bitch’s name while you came?” she asks, wiping at her lips.

  “Yep,” I honestly tell her. “Just like I imagine it’s her every time.”

  “You’re a fucking asshole. That whore betrayed you and you still want her. What makes her so special?”

  “She isn’t you and the fact you can’t see it says it all.” I tell her, “Now, I suggest you pull your panties out of your cunt and concentrate on the plan.” I stare intently down at her. “Don’t fuck this up for me, otherwise you will meet a nasty demise. Am I clear?”

  “Crystal,” she huffs, sliding back into the seat next to me. I think about what she said, she’s right, Baylor did betray me and that betrayal is why I want her by my side. She will be miserable for the rest of her days and that’s the best form of punishment.

  “Good,” I tell her, looking out of the window, I watch the city fly by. Tomorrow everything will change. My queen will be back by my side and the future will be mine, but first, I need to tidy up a few loose ends.

  Dropping Monica off at her practice, I head to the warehouse and swap cars. I sit in my car and watch. I’ve been following her, biding my time and finally, that time is here. I didn’t get to where I am from making rash decisions. No, I got here because I’m meticulous and plan everything methodically. Sure, I didn’t plan on her betraying me, that blindsided me, but I will not let that happen again.

  Like clockwork, they step onto the street. She kisses him goodbye and walks down the street. He heads back inside and in three minutes, he will pull out of the underground parking lot. Like clockwork, his car pulls onto the street and he drives off, leaving me acess to his most prized possession.

  Driving down the street, I pull into the side alley. Climbing out of my car, I wait. I hear her steps getting closer. Stepping onto the sidewalk, I stop in front of her. She stops and looks up at me. She stares at me and the moment it clicks as to who I am, she scoffs and turns to run, but I was waiting for that.

  Grabbing her, I pull her into m
e and start walking toward my car. “Hello, Avery,” I whisper into her ear. Opening the back door, I grab the syringe filled with Propofol, and inject it into her neck.

  Shoving her inside, I look down at her. Her eyes are getting heavy and before she passes out, I tell her, “Let’s go see your bitch of a sister.”

  34

  Corey

  Waking up next to Baylor is fast becoming a habit and the best way to wake up. I can count on one hand the number of times in the last five weeks I’ve slept in my room. Quietly climbing out of bed, I pull on my sweats and shirt and head into the kitchen.

  Looking up, I’m surprised when I see Dean standing at the back door, looking out into the yard. He hasn’t heard me enter the kitchen, some WitSec agent he is. “Morning,” I say, startling him, the reaction is odd but then again, it’s Dean. He is odd.

  “Hey,” he says, and then turns his attention back outside. “Doing my morning check, back soon.” He opens to door and heads outside, leaving me alone.

  The smell of coffee hits my nose and I smile. At least the asshole made coffee, I think to myself as I grab a mug and pour a cup. Taking a sip, I moan as the caffeine hits my bloodstream. With my mug in hand, I step out the kitchen door and walk toward the stairs down to the backyard when out of my peripheral vision, I see two men near the tree line. Turning my head, my eyes widen when I see it’s Kye Vlahos and Dean. The two of them are standing there having a conversation like two old chums catching up.

  A creak on the decking boards turns my attention away from them. Turning around, I see a woman standing there. When she sees me, she lunges at me and injects something into my neck. Dropping my mug, I take a few steps backward and begin to tumble down the stairs. Landing on my back with a thud, a shadow appears above me but the drug injected combined with my fall blurs my vision. Darkness engulfs me and I pass out.