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When his lips touch mine, at first soft and gentle, then hard and demanding, I hook my legs around his waist and pull him closer. I’m done waiting. I want him inside me.
“Condom?” he asks when he breaks the kiss.
“I have an implant and I’m clean.” I got tested after Rick disappeared, on Jane’s advice. She suspected he’d been sleeping around on me. Thankfully, I was disease-free.
“I always use condoms,” Max tells me, “But I don’t want anything between us.”
There is a sub-text to his words that I can’t fathom but my thoughts scatter as he nudges inside me, taking it slowly.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he groans as my body resists the intrusion, even though I’m aroused and dripping wet. The strain on his face is clear as he edges deeper, but he doesn’t rush me.
My back arches and he surges in the last couple of inches. Then he stops.
“Please… move!” I gasp. His being inside me and not moving is torture. Actual CIA-sanctioned torture.
He chuckles against my neck and then begins to move. Slowly at first but before long, he’s powering into me so hard the bed frame slams against the wall. Thank fuck he has no neighbors or it would be super embarrassing.
Every thrust rubs my clit and I’m climbing, higher and higher. Just as I can’t take the tension any longer, the wave breaks and I’m falling into nothingness, drowning in pleasure.
Max thrusts through my orgasm and then he’s coming too, his body locked rigid for a few long seconds before he falls to one side, taking me with him.
We lie side by side, his cock still inside me. My eyes close and my breathing evens out. It’s been a long week and I’m tired. Too tired to stay awake. I’m dimly aware of Max easing out of me and pulling the covers up over my body and then I’m gone.
Chapter thirty
Max
Natalya is fast asleep in my bed, my cum between her luscious thighs. I smile with satisfaction as I sip ice-cold vodka. Warm air drifts in through the open sliding doors that lead out onto my terrace. It’s late and I would rather be in bed with Natalya, but I’m waiting on a phone call from Sasha.
He messaged me earlier to let me know he’s located the van from the warehouse fire. Kolya and some of the guys were heading over to check it out. We’re hoping whoever used it to move the shipment of weapons has left a clue.
Unlikely, but one never knows.
My phone buzzes and I swipe the screen to accept the call.
“There’s nothing on the van.” Sasha sounds annoyed but I’m not surprised. Whoever this is went to a lot of trouble to hide their identity.
“I’m surprised it wasn’t a charred wreck.”
“Oh, it should have been. There are scorch marks on the back where someone tried to set fire to it but it looks like the fire didn’t take for some reason. They must have left without checking.”
“Have you had our friends run it for fingerprints?”
“My tech guys are there now. They’ll send the swabs to the lab we use and we should get the results back tomorrow.”
I mutter vaguely to let him know I heard while mulling over the possibilities in my head. Whoever did this has connections, otherwise, they’d have problems shifting the weapons. There are very few people who fit the bill.
“Did you find out who hacked the system?” That’s another thing that’s niggling me.
From the way Sasha goes quiet on me, I’m guessing not. Which is a first. Whoever took the security system down must be good.
“Nope.” He says nothing more, which tells me all I need to know.
“Well let me know if you get to the bottom of it. We can’t afford to have our security systems compromised again.”
“I know,” he mutters irritably.
I drop the subject because I trust Sasha to deal with it. We move on to discuss the mayor and his continued evasive behavior. Despite several requests, the fucker is refusing to agree to a meeting. I’d put money on him angling for a better deal because that’s the kind of oily asshole he is. I just wish I knew what his end-game was.