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I barely have to move, the force of Alec’s hips and the clamp of Ever’s mouth have me in the perfect position. I dig my fingers into her hair and grip the thick strands tightly, keeping my body stiff. I watch Alec fuck her, getting off on every stoke and every moan he elicits.
Everly’s arms give way when she finally comes, the pressure of her mouth and pull of her lips around my erection has me seeing stars. I pump my hips greedily, grunting wildly until I follow her right down the same orgasmic rabbit hole. My whole being gravitates toward her mouth as Alec rings out every drop of her pleasure. It’s a domino effect and a three-way connection all rolled up into one ravenousness moment.
I’m left shaking on my knees, my cock still firmly secure in Ever’s mouth, her small, spacy sucks sending aftershocks to my balls.
“Fuck, baby, I love you, and that hot mouth.” I groan, supremely satisfied. I told you, I’m not great with the lovey-dovey stuff, but I’m working on it.
“I love you, too,” she emotes after she pops my semi from between her lips and stands up on her knees. She leans back against Alec for support as we share a heated, dizzying kiss. She then does the same with him.
Stunning, adventurous, majestic, I could call Everly Paige a thousand things, but my favorite thing to call her, by far, isours.
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Everly
Tage and Alec spend a majority of the day researching the Dominus Savings and Trust while I stare at my fingertip. The small, seemingly insignificant part of my body is what Gunner wanted all along. Not me, just the print of my little finger.
I try to think back all those years ago to a time, an instance, where he could have fingerprinted me. Did he lift it from a door knob? A fork? A glass? How does this whole thing work? Questions upon questions upon questions mount.
“Okay.” Alec pushes himself back from Tage’s laptop. “From what I can gather this ‘bank’ is totally unique and state of the art. It’s accessible twenty-four-seven with a facial rec, retina scan, or fingerprint ID.”
“So, we can just stroll in at midnight?” I snort.
“Yup,” Tage smacks his lips, “and that’s exactly what we’re going to do. Providing your print can really get us into the building.”
“Why midnight?” I question him.
“Safer. No one out and about. Hide under the cover of night. You know, all that spy stuff.” He winks.
“Sounds mysterious,” I poke fun.
“You may think it’s funny, but protocol is there for a reason, and it keeps you alive.” Most of the time.
“I don’t think protocol is funny. I think the way you aloofly described it is.”
“Fair enough. Here’s the deal. I’ll have some Endeavor eyes watching us while we go in. We’ll check it out, see what the goods are, and then we’ll get the hell out. After that, the agency can decide what to do. I’m hoping there isn't anything radioactive, ‘cause that would surely suck.”
“Radioactive?” Alec curls his lip.
Tage shrugs. “He’s a criminal. I wouldn't put anything past him.”
“Do you think we should rent hazmat suits?” I toss in.
“Nah, as long as it’s contained, we should be fine.”
No one is laughing.
* * *
It’s midnight,and we are standing outside a polished-looking building in the middle of Chicago’s financial district.
“Moment of truth.” Tage pushes me forward. My stomach flip-flops. I’m torn down the middle. I desperately want to know what Gunner locked away, and I desperately don’t.
“Fingerprint scan.” Alec points out a little square with reddish glass next to one of the doors.
Moment of truth.I take a deep breath with each one of them by my side and press my index finger to the glass.
We wait. Nothing.
