Page 29 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

“No, I just fancy dunking. It’s something my father and I used to do together. Make tea and dunk cookies. It cheers me up…and Donovan…I’m sorry I snapped at you. I’m going to miss you, and I’ll be worrying a lot.”

“Hey, I understand,” he said, moving up to her and bringing her into his arms. “I wish you could join me, I really do. If it makes you feel any better, I spoke to the man in charge. He wouldn’t even discuss it.”

“You did?”

“I did. You were right. Having you around would be extremely helpful, not to mention enjoyable,” he murmured, pulling back and staring down at her.

“It certainly would,” she mumbled with a heavy sigh, wishing he’d kiss her, and miraculously he did. Leaning down and pressing his lips on hers, he softly lingered, then fervently consumed her mouth. As they broke apart and she buried her head in the hollow of his shoulder, she had to fight back tears.

“How about that cup of tea,” he said softly. “I think we could both use one.”

“Sure,” she managed, stepping away and swallowing the lump in her throat.

As he walked to the end of the kitchen and opened a cabinet, she found two mugs, poured the tea, then set them on the table with a small jug of milk and a bowl of sugar.

“I found chocolate chip,” he remarked, returning with a plastic container.

“Perfect, thanks. Does someone come here and cook for you?”

“Sometimes, but I do most everything myself,” he replied, opening the plastic container and setting it down. “Phoebe, I wish you could join me, I really do.”

“I get it. But will you at least tell me a little bit? Like, where you’re going, and are you some kind of special agent?”

“I’ll be in Southampton, and no, I’m not in law enforcement. I just help out occasionally. I have a special skill set, and not being on the official payroll lets me fly under the radar.”

“Oh…interesting. Can you tell me anything about why you’re going there? Does it have to do with those thugs who attacked you? Obviously I already know they’re not your run-of-the mill muggers.”

“Yes, it does. There’s a certain item there, and I’ve been asked to check it out.”

She stared at him, then quickly looked away and reached for a cookie.

“Phoebe? What’s wrong? Oh—I understand. You know when I’m lying, but I wasn’t, I just can’t give you all the details.”

“I figured that,” she muttered with a frown. “It’s okay.”

But it wasn’t.

It wasn’t okay at all.

She’d stared at him because she had no idea if he was being truthful. It was unnerving, but wonderful all at the same time. Her feelings for him were stronger than she’d realized. Suddenly the thought of him flying off to do battle with the evil men who had so viciously attacked him filled her with dread.

“Donovan, do you absolutely have to go? Can’t you get out of it? Those men are savages.”

“Believe me, I’d much rather stay here with you, but going there might just save my bacon.”

“Speaking of bacon,” she murmured as a wicked idea crossed her mind. “It’s your turn to close your eyes. I have a surprise for you.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Donovan could see a wicked glint in her eye, but deciding to play along he did as she requested. He could hear her moving, then a second later his fly was being unzipped. Though tempted to ask, what are you doing? the answer was obvious and he broke into a grin. But as her fingers wrapped themselves around his suddenly stiffening member, he took a deep breath and sank into the lewd attention.

She stroked him into hardness before taking him into her mouth, then holding him with a firm grip, began slowly moving her lips up and down his shaft. Tantalizing sensations rippled through him, and he longed to reach under the table, fist her hair and take control. But there was a unique gratification allowing her to be in the driver’s seat.

He caught his breath.

She was suddenly sucking him with greater gusto sending a surge of energy through his loins. He abruptly realized he’d lost all sense of time. Had he been relishing the intoxicating attention for five minutes or fifteen?

But it didn’t matter.

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