Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
It was a nice way of asking if the inevitable had happened. “Damon and Ian agree I need to be the one to go in. After that, Damon said we would have a very thorough debrief where I will likely be fired. My words, not his. I’m sure he’ll try to put me on probation or something, but I’m going to hand in my resignation at the end of this op.”
“That’s a little overdramatic,” Dec said. “Unless you have plans that you can’t follow through on while in the employ of a company with a good reputation. You going to take out Morales for Hunt?”
“I’m going to take out everyone I can find who ever hurt that man,” she vowed.
“Going after Morales alone is a suicide mission,” Shane argued.
“Yeah, I don’t think she cares about that right now.” Dec sighed. “Come on. Let’s go get Riley on the phone. We’ve still got time to turn this around, but we’ve got to keep the Agency out of it. No knock-down, drag-outs with your boy. If they get a hint of discord between the two of you, Green is likely to swoop down, and we can’t trust that Riley’s the only one who’s listening in. Green is a slippery sucker. I prefer Fain. At least he’s honest with his underlings. I get the feeling Green likes playing chess with us as his pawns.”
She watched as they walked upstairs and then followed. She walked into the home that seemed so perfect for her up until this point. Now she could practically hear the way silence invaded and filled up the space.
She walked up the stairs, hearing the shower going in the master. She turned the handle, surprised to find it unlocked.
Josh was standing in the middle of the room, stripped down to his boxers. She could already see the bruises and contusions from the session with Declan. Damn, idiot men.
“Let me look at those,” she insisted.
“Did I tell you you could touch me, sub?” His voice went hard.
She widened her eyes to silently question him.
“New play, baby,” he growled her way. “New protocols. You know I like to mix it up. Don’t touch me unless you’re given leave to. I think I might like some silence, too. Unless you’re going to safe word out on me. You always have that choice.”
Asshole. “So I don’t speak unless spoken to and I don’t touch you. Where would you like me? Would you like your sub to stay in her room until you’re ready to take her out and play with her?”
Maybe that was the best for both of them. There were only twelve hours before they met with Big Tag at The Reef. A cooling down period could do them both good. She could sit in her room and think about what happened to operatives who chose their targets over their missions. She could study up on Hector Morales. Yes, that would be good.
“Get in the shower.”
She stopped and then remembered she wasn’t supposed to speak. She stared at him for a moment.
He dropped his boxers and tossed them aside. He was standing there in his full glory. The last few weeks had toned him further as he’d gone into training mode for his shoot. Every single muscle was defined and ripped. He looked lean and hungry, like he could eat up the world and still want more.
His anger was still there, simmering now, but he’d found another way he could burn it off. He could use her.
Her body softened, ready for some of that stress relief. She could do that. Her soul flinched at the thought of treating what had been even momentarily sacred as a transactional exchange of bodies.
“Did you not hear me, sub? I told you to get in the shower. Take off your clothes and get in the shower. Your Master fell while jogging and needs your help to get the freaking sand out of everywhere. But I shouldn’t have to explain what I need from you. I give you the order and you either follow it or choose to leave. I thought you understood D/s better than this.”
He was going to be a hardass to the end. He was standing there challenging her. What was more important, those cold eyes of his asked—her pride or the mission? Would she let him use her?
Pride was overrated and she won absolutely nothing if she got out of the game. Five minutes before she would have sworn Josh would never even look at her again. Now he was ordering her into the shower, commanding that she take her clothes off for him.
Was he doing it merely to humiliate her? That’s not what his cock was telling her. The man had taken a beatdown and his cock was twitching as he looked at her.
She pulled the T-shirt over her head. No bra for her so her breasts were immediately on display and that cock stopped twitching. His erection swelled, drawing his balls up tight against his body.