Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 51744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
“Then come back with me.”
That isn’t what I came to talk about, but it’s the truth.
Her eyes widen. “You… You want me to move to Montana?”
I step close, but she retreats. I don’t stop until she’s against the wall behind the door. The room is clearly used for meetings with a table and chairs for six. There are no windows, only bland white walls and overhead fluorescent lighting.
“I want you on the ranch. In my bed. Permanently.”
She glances away.
I tip her chin up with my fingers. “Too strong?”
She shakes her head. Licks her lips. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
I nod, lean in and nuzzle her neck with my nose. Fuck, she smells good. “There’s probably a lot we need to talk about. Including why I came all the way here.”
She angles her head and clenches the front of my shirt.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I cup her breast through her blouse. “Are there cameras in this room?”
She shakes her head, clouding my face with her silky hair. “No.”
“Lock the door, kitten.”
I pull back enough so she can reach out and flick the lock on the knob. I love that this big, in-charge federal agent obeys me.
“Good girl.” I sink back into her, kissing her the way I couldn’t in the lobby. “Think you can be quiet?”
We’re breathing hard, and I roll my dick into her stomach.
She nods and tugs at my shirt, this time working it from my pants.
I didn’t come here to fuck. Hell, I never expected—ever—to get it on in an FBI building. But when have I ever resisted Avery?
Never.
I trace my fingers along her thigh to the hem of her skirt and work it up. By the time I get it around her waist, she’s got my jeans open and her hand wrapped around my dick.
“Fuck, Avery.”
“Now.”
I didn’t think we would have tons of foreplay in a conference room, but I barely got my hands on her.
I cup her pussy through her panties and find her hot…and soaked. Thank God. No way would I take her if she ’wasn’t ready. I’m big. She’s got a tight little pussy and no way will I hurt her.
I hook behind a knee and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and with a quick tug to the side on her panties, I’m buried deep.
My face is buried in her neck, my drawn-out fuck stifled by her heated skin.
I thrust into her hard. Deep. Fast.
Clearly, being apart is too much for Avery too. She’s running hot and ready and comes on my dick faster than I ever expected. It’s a good thing because I don’t last five seconds longer.
I’m leaning into her, holding her up because she’s boneless in my hold.
A phone rings, and she finally moves.
I set her on her feet as she reaches behind her back and into the rumples of her skirt.
I didn’t even notice she had a phone clipped to her skirt even though I walked behind her most of the way through the building.
“Hey, Mom,” she says when she answers.
I tuck myself back into my jeans, her eyes on my action. Her mom. Not someone I want in the room, even through the phone, with my dick out. Or Avery’s skirt up around her waist. I smooth it down for her as she talks.
“What?” Her eyes are wide and she clenches my forearm with her free hand. “Oh my God! Which hospital?”
Shit. Her mom is hurt. Sick. Something.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
She ends the call. “I have to go. I have to get to the hospital.”
As she unlocks the door and pulls it open, reality returns.
“I’ll drive,” I say, following Avery through the building.
I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m in this now with her. Good and bad.
She turns, faces me, tears in her eyes. “You can’t come with me, Chance.” She sniffles. “I’m sorry. We… We have no future. We’re done.”
27
AVERY
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“Are you crazy?” Chance’s eyes look like a madman’s as he grabs my shoulders. “I was just inside you, kitten, and now you’re telling me we have no future? That you’re done? Fuck that. I’m not letting you go. I’m never letting you go. I know everything. I know my father kept us apart. I know about the deal he made with your mom. I know everything, kitten, and none of it matters.”
But he doesn’t know everything. He doesn’t know that my son—our son—is in the hospital.
“It’s too late.” I pull away from him, run down the hallway, brushing past Jarvis and his assistant, and knocking a file from his hands. Papers scatter to the floor.
“Marsh?” he says, but I whisk by, Chance in pursuit.
“Bridger?” Jarvis’s voice. “What are you doing here?”
Chance doesn’t answer Jarvis, and once I’m out in the hallway, racing toward the elevators, one opens. I run inside—