Page 75 of Renegade
She ended the kiss, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, she cupped his junk. “I want you to choke me with your cock.”
Holy hell.
“Here?”
“Right here. Right now.”
“What happened to locating the terror cell?”
“Five minutes. Consider this my smoke break.”
He couldn’t let her… but he wasn’t gonna stop her.
“Do you always do this?” he blurted.
“Oh, sure.” With dilated pupils and her breath coming fast, she unzipped him, worked to extract him without injuring him on the zipper teeth, and knelt at his feet. “Keep an ear out for your cousin.”
The rasp in her voice turned him harder still. His balls ached, his cock straining toward her.
Never before had he wanted anyone like he wanted her in that moment.
She covered his shaft with her mouth, running her tongue effortlessly over the head, then began deep throating him. His excitement oozed out, the urgency with which she was sucking him had him spiraling toward a release. Her sexy mouth and talented tongue felt so fucking good as she worked his shaft and head with an intensity that forced him to press his palm against the wall to steady himself.
Euphoria shot through him while he watched her devour him with a passion that drove him crazy with passion. Beyond the pounding of his heart beat, he heard nothing, but he was hyper-aware his cousin was seconds away from an eyeful. Her whisper-soft moans urged him on, but when she intensified her sucking, he started rocking toward her.
She sucked the orgasm out of him, sending the release shooting like a volcanic eruption. Flash of pure white light blinded him as he emptied into her. When he finished, she rose, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and arched an eyebrow.
Caroline Austin was a very, very dirty girl.
“That was crazy sexy,” she murmured. “I love high-risk, high-reward sex.”
“I’m blown away,” he said.
“Literally,” she replied. Then, she eyed his cock. “Put your dick away, mister. You’re gonna get us fired.” On a smirk, she continued on in search of an empty room where a group of evildoers could build a bomb.
He stood there in a stupor for a few seconds before he put Mr. Johnson away and zipped up. Then, he caught up to her in a few easy strides.
“What about you?” he asked.
“What about me?”
He pulled her to a stop. “When do I get to feast on you?”
She shrugged. “That’s up to you, isn’t it?”
In the midst of this shit storm, where they had no clues and nothing to go on, he was enjoying an unexpected sex high.
“Fun with a capital F started early,” he said.
“You taste like more,” she murmured.
She was his guardian angel and a very naughty girl. Little did she know, she was theonewoman who could wreck him.
She’s fucking perfect.
They found nothing unusual and no clues to make them think anyone had set up shop in the basement of the Hoover building, so they returned to Carrera’s dingy basement office. He escorted them to the lobby and told Greystone he’d text him about an upcoming family dinner. After Greystone gave Carrera his number, they said their goodbyes and left.
“And here I thought walkin’ the buildings would be boring as hell,” Greystone muttered as they crossed the street to Justice.
