by DL Gallie
It was a few days before he and I actually worked together, as I was helping Tannen, Higgins, and Laelyn with The Flower takedown. That was a major win for LOTUS and the US in general.
It’s only been a few days but Nic and I seem to work well together. And I have to admit, in the sober light of day, he’s just as fucking gorgeous and our connection, it's still there and just as intense. It’s going to be hard—pun intended—working with him day in, and day out.
Next on the crazy week list was the visit from Darren, Dean’s brother. His cryptic visit was confusing but then again, he is related to Dean. Speaking of Dean, he refused to see me when I tried to visit him yesterday. I just want answers, it feels like the dickwad is going to take the truth to his grave. I know that’s irrational since we are only in our thirties, but I don’t think I will ever get the truth or answers I desire when it comes to Dean Chikatilo and his betrayal.
And kicker number three, happened this morning. I was late after getting stuck in the elevator—that’s isn’t the kicker—when I finally made it to my office, I was met with Amanda and two new assholes from IA. They are still convinced I’m in cahoots with Dean and they interrogated me for over three hours. Three-fucking-hours answering the same questions over and over. My answers have not changed since I was first interviewed, but they are like a dog with a bone and won’t let it go. Without Dean confessing, I have no clue how to prove my innocence.
Taking a sip of wine, I let the robustness of the red infuse my soul and all my worries begin to dissipate, that is until my phone pings with a text.
NIC: Looking forward to tomorrow night
After the shitshow that was this week, I kept changing the subject and putting him off regarding us discussing last weekend, but today I relented and agreed to head to his house tomorrow afternoon to discuss us. Well not us-us, but what happened last weekend and how we proceed from here.
Baylor thinks I need to just go for it, her exact words were, “You only live once and amazingly good sex is hard to come by.” She’s right on that last part, amazing sex is hard to come by and sex with Dominic is out of this world amazing. My nether regions tingle each and every time I think about last weekend, that has NEVER happened before. Maybe Bay is right, maybe I need to go for it with him. Just to be sure, I went through the HR rules and regulations and there’s nothing in there preventing us from being a couple, it’s all up to me, and him, I guess.
With a sigh, I chug back the last of my wine and head inside. Placing the dishes into the dishwasher, I turn it on and head into my bedroom to get ready for bed. Changing into my satin nightie, I climb under the covers, turn off the light, and close my eyes, but sleep doesn’t come. Every time I close my eyes, I’m taken back to last weekend when Dominic and I fucked on his bike.
Flicking the light back on, I reach into my top drawer and grab my vibrator. Flicking it on, it buzzes and then stops. I flick the button—not that button—and nothing happens. The batteries are dead. “For fuck’s sake,” I moan. Throwing the useless appendage to the side, I lay back and slide my hand inside my panties. I’m already soaked, it’s embarrassing how wet I am at the memory of last week, but thankfully, no one is here to judge me. Running my finger up and down my folds, I focus on the task at hand. Separating my lips, I rub my clit and moan. That little bundle of joy zings with desire and thrums to its own beat. Sliding my hand farther down, I slip a finger inside, curling it around to hit that magic spot.
My finger is no dick but right now, it's getting the job done.
When I grip my breast and tweak my nipple through my nightie, that’s the ignition source I need and I explode around my fingers. My toes clench. My back arches off the bed. My body spasms and I moan in delight as pleasure ricochets throughout me from head to toe.
With a contented sigh, I collapse and relax into my mattress and blissfully drift off to sleep.
Stretching the next morning, my muscles are taut from my self-induced orgasm, my mind drifts to this afternoon and I wonder what will happen. Will Dominic and I see eye to eye on this? But more so, what do I want to happen?
Sure he’s hotter than hot. He seems like a nice guy and we get along both inside and outside of the bedroom. Am I open to a relationship with him? I haven’t been in a relationship in such a long time. I’ve been married to my job but maybe it’s time I look out for Charli and not Agent Davis. Work is going great guns so it seems like the perfect time to focus on me.
Deciding to leave it up to fate, I crawl out of bed and head into the kitchen. I smile when my eyes land on the full coffeepot—thank you automatic timer. Grabbing my ‘Fucking Amazing FBI Agent’ mug, I pour myself a cup. Bringing my mug to my lips, I take a sip.
Picking up my phone, I realize I didn’t reply to Dominic last night. Shit, I think to myself, I must have mentally replied. I quickly type out a message.
CHARLI: Sorry, I mentally replied last night. Looking forward to today too. Do you need me to bring anything?
Immediately I get a reply.
NIC: Just yourself will be fine
Smiling at his reply, I finish my coffee and head into my en suite to prep for this afternoon. I shave, everywhere, not that I’m expecting to get laid, but hey, a girl’s gotta be prepared. I wash and blow wave my hair. Deciding to go for casual, I slip into my denim jeans that make my ass and legs look amazing and I pair them with a figure-hugging, plain white tank. And finally, my black ballet flats.
Looking up, I realize that time’s gotten away from me and if traffic is shit, I’m going to be late. Grabbing my purse and keys, I head down to my car. Climbing into my mini, I drive over to Dominic’s place.
Parking on the street, I look up at his house and I take it in. The other morning I didn’t have a chance to appreciate the beauty of the architecture before me. It’s a classic Chicago bungalow, with a dormered second floor, a large pine tree takes up most of the front yard, and the stairs are adorned with flowerpots. It screams Dominic.
Looking to the house next-door, I see the man from the other morning in the front yard weeding. I smile politely and head up the stairs. Taking a deep inhale, I ring the doorbell. When the door opens, all breath leaves my body as I stare at the man before me. My eyes rake over his body and before any words are said, I realize I could quite easily fall for Agent Cruz.
15
Dominic
Swinging open the door, my mouth drops and my eyes shamelessly rake over Charli from head to toe. This woman is the epitome of a sexy siren and she’s dressed casually in a simple—sexy as hell—white tank and jeans that look like they’re painted on. “You really are an angel.”
Her cheeks darken at my compliment and a smile graces her face. “Thank you.” Her eyes roam over me and her smile widens. “You’re not too bad to look at yourself, Biker Boy.” I’m wearing dark denim jeans, a black Henley, and I’m barefoot since I’m home.
“Please, come in,” I say, sweeping my arm out and stepping aside so she can pass.
“Thanks.” She steps in and as she walks past me, all I can smell is her. My cock likes it and twitches in my pants. Subtly I adjust myself and close the door. I follow her inside and my eyes drop to her ass, and fuck me sideways, it’s delectable. The denim molds to her body, accentuating her gorgeous curves. Swallowing deeply, I think about naked grandmas, I didn’t invite her here to fuck, I invited her here to talk, BUT if that did happen to occur, I wouldn’t be too upset. I am a man after all.
Stopping at the kitchen island, I grab the stereo remote and turn it down, Mumford and Sons are singing about fucking it up and I really hope that I don’t fuck this up. Seeing Charli here again is something I never thought would happen, but it seems fate had other ideas.
“Can I get you a drink? Wine? Beer? Water?”
“Wine would be great,” she says, looking back over her shoulder and with the sunlight beaming through the back windows, she’s glowing. Like the angel I keep referring to her as.
“Take a seat at the island and I’l
l get it. Red or white?”
“White, please.”
Nodding my head, I grab a bottle from the fridge. I go to twist off the cap and groan when I realize it has a cork. Digging in the drawer, I find the corkscrew and open the bottle. Placing it on the counter, I turn and grab the glasses from the overhead cabinet. When I turn back, I notice Charli checking me out. Internally I fist pump because that means she still feels what I feel.
Pouring two glasses, I hand her hers and when our fingers brush a spark zaps through me, and from the look on her face, she felt it too. Walking around the island, I take a seat next to her. Lifting my glass, I look over to her. “A toast.”
“What are we toasting to?” she asks and lifts her glass.
“To us and whatever the future holds.”
With a smile that lights up her face, she nods. “I like that. To us and whatever the future holds!” She taps her glass gently against mine and brings the glass to her lips. I watch as her lips wrap around the thin edge. She takes a sip, closing her eyes, she quietly moans and savors the crisp flavor before swallowing.
When she opens her eyes, she catches me staring at her. We silently stare at one another. Her tongue darts out and I follow the movement before she bites her bottom lip. “This is awkward but not,” she says with a laugh.
“I know, right? I don't want it to be awkward between us,” I honestly tell her.
She shakes her head. “Me neither. I…”
“You what, Angel?”
She places her glass down and stands up. She walks into the living room before turning on her heel and walking back toward me. “I’ve never been more confused in my life.” I go to reply but she continues, “I thought leaving was what I wanted, but then when I left I realized it wasn’t what I wanted, but I had no way to reach you so I left it to fate. Fate seemed to have a plan because lo and behold, you're my new partner. And this connection between us doesn’t seem to be a one-time, fleeting thing.” She’s still pacing as she gets this all out. She animatedly uses her hands and it’s cute to watch. “The connection between us is there. It’s strong, really strong, and I’ve never felt anything like this before. I feel you before I see you. I can predict what you’re about to say. I miss you as soon as you leave and when you return, I feel free. Content. Happy. When I’m around you, it’s like there’s nothing wrong in the world, everything is rainbows and flowers and unicorns. For the first time in forever, I feel alive and that I’m seen. I don’t feel invisible with you by my side.” She stops and turns to face me.
“You’re cute when you ramble,” I tell her.
“I don’t ramble.”
Nodding, I scrunch my face and playfully add, “Yeah you do, but you want to know something?” She nods. “I agree with your rambling. Every single word of it. And for the record, you could never be invisible, Charli Davis. You are the brightest star shining in the sky, outshining every other one.” Standing up, I walk over to her and take her hands in mine, lacing our fingers together. “Charli, I want to see what’s between us. I don't for one minute think we were meant to be a one-time thing, and I think fate agrees too.”
“Fate’s a bitch,” she says.
“A bitch who led us to each other so she can’t be that much of a bitch.”
“Touché.” She pauses and we continue to stare at one another. “So, where do we go from here?” I seductively raise my eyebrows at her and she laughs. “As much as I’d love that, Nic. I want to get to know you in here,” she pulls her hand from mine and rests it over my heart, “before we get to that again, but believe me when I tell you, I want that so much.” She bites her lip. “Last weekend was the best night of my life.”
“Mine too and since I’ve already had a taste, I know the wait will be worth it.”
“The Way You Look Tonight” by Frank Sinatra begins to play and I offer her my hand. She smiles and places hers in mine. I spin her around and pull her back into me. She slides one arm around my waist and the other over my shoulder. Resting her head on my chest, we sway to the music. She begins humming along to the music. The songs changes to “You Are So Beautiful” by Joe Cocker, and we continue to sway to the music.
Quietly I whisper, “You really are beautiful, Charli.”
She lifts her head from my chest and gazes into my eyes. Lifting her hands, she grips my cheeks in her palms, leans forward, and presses her lips to mine. “Thank you for a wonderful afternoon.”
She rests her head back on my chest and we continue to sway to Joe. I press a kiss to her head and close my eyes, photographing this moment. Cataloguing the feelings coursing through me for future reference because I always want to feel like this. It’s in this moment I realize I’m falling for Charli Davis.
16
Charli
…five weeks later
It’s the weekend and I’m in my kitchen cleaning up the breakfast dishes. Dominic is in the shower, he told me to leave the dishes but my OCD refuses to let them sit. Those filthy little bastards are sitting on the counter waving their dirty jazz hands at me singing, ‘I’m dirty and you know it.’ I’ve closed the door on the dishwasher when “Sexy and I Know It” by LMFAO comes on, I laugh as it’s super close to what my dirty dishes were singing at me. I turn up the volume and begin to shake my booty around the kitchen. I dance and sing my heart out.
Spinning around, I jump in fright when I see Dominic in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He’s staring at me with a grin on his face. “Don’t stop dancing around on my account.”
Feeling brazen, I spin back around and shake my booty at him. Gripping my sundress, I slide it up and down my thighs as I dance around. Glancing over my shoulder, I notice his eyes are locked on my ass. I take the opportunity to stare at him. He’s barefoot. His jeans are torn and only half of the buttons on his shirt are done up, exposing his muscular tanned chest.
Turning around to face him, I shimmy over and wink, before I spin back around and rub my ass against his crotch. Running my hands up his neck and around the back of his head, he rests his hands on my hips and grinds himself into me.
Stepping backward, I shake my ass once again before spinning to face him. My hips still swaying side to side, I step closer and press a kiss to his chest. Kissing down his torso, I reach his buttons. Using my teeth, I begin to pop them open, one by one.
“Most people would use their hands to undo buttons on a shirt,” he says, his voice so deep it vibrates through my body.
“I’m no ordinary woman,” I reply with a wink.
“You most certainly are not ordinary, Charli. You are fucking extraordinary.”
His words hit me right in the chest. Standing up, I grip his cheeks in my palms and slam my lips to his. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me into him. My breasts push against his bare chest. The kiss is frenzied and frantic. It’s downright perfect, leaving me light-headed and wanting more. Breaking the connection, I drop to my knees and tear at the remaining shirt buttons. They fly about the kitchen, pinging on the floor. His shirt falls open and I take the moment to appreciate his gorgeous physique. Abs upon abs that lead down to that delicious ‘V’ that causes women to go cray cray.
Licking my lips, I lift my gaze to his. With our eyes locked on one another, I pop open the button and lower his fly. Sliding my hands in, I push his jeans and briefs down. His cock springs free, and a smile graces my face when I see how hard he is. Lifting my hand, I grip the base and begin to slowly stroke him. Leaning forward I lick the tip, my tongue swirls around his slit as I pump my hand up and down. His precum coating my tongue. I moan as I suck his shaft into my mouth.
With my eyes locked on his, I relax my throat and take him deep into my mouth. “Fuck, Charli,” he groans, as I continue to slide his dick farther down with each thrust. Holding on to his thigh for balance, I suck his cock as if it’s a melting Popsicle on a hot summer’s day. His hips gyrate in sync with me.
His cock twitches.
His body stills.
He groans as the
first spurt of hot salty cum sprays into my mouth. I lick and suck every last drop from him. His dick pops out of my mouth and I wipe at the corner of my lip. Seductively slipping my finger into my mouth, I suck.
Dominic drops to his knees, removes my finger from my mouth, grips my cheeks, and kisses me. Much like the one earlier, it’s frenzied and heated. With our lips locked, he shuffles us around so I’m straddling him. He pushes my dress up, pulls my panties to the side, and slides his finger up and down my slit. “So wet,” he murmurs against my lips. Pressing a finger inside me, I moan into our kiss.
My hips begin to move against his hand, the pressure inside me building. “Please,” I whimper against his lips.
He removes his finger, grips his dick which is once again hard. Lifting me to my knees, he lines himself up at my opening and I slide down his shaft. Moaning as his dick enters me. When I’m fully seated on him, I rest my hands on his shoulders and begin to ride him. I slide up and down his shaft, my thrusts becoming faster and faster. He lowers his head and sucks my nipple through my dress. My head drops back and I let the pleasure building envelop me. He bites my nipple and I scream as a powerful orgasm detonates. I ride him like a cowgirl as I come and come and come. I’m still riding my high when I feel him release inside of me.
Resting my forehead against his, I close my eyes and savor the moment. Both of us breathing heavily. Pulling back, I grin. “Well, that took a turn I wasn’t expecting.”
“You and me both. I was going to suggest a picnic but I think BJs and kitchen sex was a much better idea.”
“We can start each and every Sunday this way from now on.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Dominic’s phone rings but neither one of us moves. It stops, only to start ringing again. “You better get that.”
