asked, my pulse racing.
“Fighting white-collar crime is important business, Pepper,” he said, “and you’ve got the talents the Bureau is looking for.”
“What about my employment record? Ms. Sims deleted everything.” I kept pace with him, stretching my neck to keep my head level with his chin, emphasizing my height sans heels as if to prove to him I was no slouch. That I could fight cybercrime and keep the workplace safe for all of us who sit down at a computer every morning and log on with a cup of java and a Twitter addiction.
“A few phone calls to the right sources and we’ll have your job record cleared,” he said. “ And your back-unemployment checks.”
“You forgot one thing,” I said, hating to bring it up. “I’ve got a record with the FBI.”
Steve grinned. “After what you did for the investigation tonight, I can convince Jordan to make sure there’s no account of you slamming me on the back of the neck. And I wouldn’t be surprised if she pushed your paperwork through pronto.”
I smiled. Jordan. His sexy boss. Cool.
“We’ll get you set up for the second phase of testing,” he continued, “and when you pass—”
I loved hearing that. His words gave me the confidence I would need to get through the process.
“—I don’t see why you can’t start your training at the academy with the next class.” Steve paused in the dark stairway and kissed me. Not sexy. Deeper than that. Soulful. Caring. Something I always wanted but never had. “On one condition, Miss O’Malley.”
“What’s that?” I breathed, knowing I’d agree to anything with his lips so close to mine, his hand playing with my bare breast under the black velvet.
“You have to follow the rules of the game.”
“Like you do?” I asked.
He smiled, but he didn’t answer me.
“Do you agree?” he said, leading me to his unmarked car. Double-parked.
“Yes.”
Keep it simple. No wordy explanations, no begging.
“And you’re sure you have what it takes to be a special agent?” he asked, unlocking the passenger door.
“Yes.”
“There’s no stopping you, no matter what they throw at you?”
“No.” My heart was racing, drawing all my reserve together to keep focused, make my dream crystallize.
He jumped into the car. I followed. “Then be at my place tomorrow night at eight o’clock sharp.” He gunned the engine and sexy vibrations zapped through me like I was hot-wired. My libido went from zero to ninety in a heartbeat. “I’ll show you the ropes.”
He gave me the address in his clipped, agentlike manner, not repeating it, expecting me to set each word in my mind and not forget it.
“I’ll be there,” I told him. He smiled and then jammed his old Buick out of the underground parking garage like Batman on a mission. I held on tight.
Boy, will I.
Chapter Seven
Eight o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.
Steve laid out the tools of his trade in a precise manner, taking care to make certain the sake was cooled to room temperature, the linen ropes smooth and pliable, the roses’ effusive scent intoxicating.
And his dick hard.
He didn’t have to worry about that. His groin tightened, his breath quickened. He remembered how his agent-in-training moved when he was in her, her back dipping instinctively to meet him as he drove her home. Him yearning to finger her in her most secret place. Her knowing only that the burn between her legs intensified with each stroke. Moaning like a slave begging her master to take her. To fuck her. Her pleasure mixed with her curiosity, like sipping fine wine from a king’s silver goblet. The taste was made sweeter by the experience.
Steve tied the rope into an intricate knot, winding it this way and that. Precise, its artistry appealing to the eye. Cool to the skin. Such a knot would make Pepper squirm when he wrapped it around her breasts and then pulled on it. Gently, then harder...making it tighter. Making her moan. He couldn’t wait to see her
“Fighting white-collar crime is important business, Pepper,” he said, “and you’ve got the talents the Bureau is looking for.”
“What about my employment record? Ms. Sims deleted everything.” I kept pace with him, stretching my neck to keep my head level with his chin, emphasizing my height sans heels as if to prove to him I was no slouch. That I could fight cybercrime and keep the workplace safe for all of us who sit down at a computer every morning and log on with a cup of java and a Twitter addiction.
“A few phone calls to the right sources and we’ll have your job record cleared,” he said. “ And your back-unemployment checks.”
“You forgot one thing,” I said, hating to bring it up. “I’ve got a record with the FBI.”
Steve grinned. “After what you did for the investigation tonight, I can convince Jordan to make sure there’s no account of you slamming me on the back of the neck. And I wouldn’t be surprised if she pushed your paperwork through pronto.”
I smiled. Jordan. His sexy boss. Cool.
“We’ll get you set up for the second phase of testing,” he continued, “and when you pass—”
I loved hearing that. His words gave me the confidence I would need to get through the process.
“—I don’t see why you can’t start your training at the academy with the next class.” Steve paused in the dark stairway and kissed me. Not sexy. Deeper than that. Soulful. Caring. Something I always wanted but never had. “On one condition, Miss O’Malley.”
“What’s that?” I breathed, knowing I’d agree to anything with his lips so close to mine, his hand playing with my bare breast under the black velvet.
“You have to follow the rules of the game.”
“Like you do?” I asked.
He smiled, but he didn’t answer me.
“Do you agree?” he said, leading me to his unmarked car. Double-parked.
“Yes.”
Keep it simple. No wordy explanations, no begging.
“And you’re sure you have what it takes to be a special agent?” he asked, unlocking the passenger door.
“Yes.”
“There’s no stopping you, no matter what they throw at you?”
“No.” My heart was racing, drawing all my reserve together to keep focused, make my dream crystallize.
He jumped into the car. I followed. “Then be at my place tomorrow night at eight o’clock sharp.” He gunned the engine and sexy vibrations zapped through me like I was hot-wired. My libido went from zero to ninety in a heartbeat. “I’ll show you the ropes.”
He gave me the address in his clipped, agentlike manner, not repeating it, expecting me to set each word in my mind and not forget it.
“I’ll be there,” I told him. He smiled and then jammed his old Buick out of the underground parking garage like Batman on a mission. I held on tight.
Boy, will I.
Chapter Seven
Eight o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.
Steve laid out the tools of his trade in a precise manner, taking care to make certain the sake was cooled to room temperature, the linen ropes smooth and pliable, the roses’ effusive scent intoxicating.
And his dick hard.
He didn’t have to worry about that. His groin tightened, his breath quickened. He remembered how his agent-in-training moved when he was in her, her back dipping instinctively to meet him as he drove her home. Him yearning to finger her in her most secret place. Her knowing only that the burn between her legs intensified with each stroke. Moaning like a slave begging her master to take her. To fuck her. Her pleasure mixed with her curiosity, like sipping fine wine from a king’s silver goblet. The taste was made sweeter by the experience.
Steve tied the rope into an intricate knot, winding it this way and that. Precise, its artistry appealing to the eye. Cool to the skin. Such a knot would make Pepper squirm when he wrapped it around her breasts and then pulled on it. Gently, then harder...making it tighter. Making her moan. He couldn’t wait to see her
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