Page 46 of Command and Control: GHOST Operative

She smiles up at me. “It’s true. You are good.” Her eyes drift to the instrument behind me. “You’re definitely good at playing.” Her eyes come back to my face. “Will you play for me again sometime?”

I start to tell her I wasn’t playing for her, but I can’t make myself do it.

Because I was.

Just like so many other things I’ve done in the past six months, I sat down at the piano for her. To give her a piece of myself even though I knew what would happen. Knew the questions it would bring.

Because Julieanne always has questions.

“Yes, Jules. I’ll play for you again sometime.” I drag the tips of my fingers over her cheek, smoothing back a wayward curl of her wild hair. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did.” She leans into my touch. “Did you work well?”

“As well as I expected.” I try to stop talking but can’t make myself shut up. “I was hoping they’d have identified the men who were in your condo, but that hasn’t happened yet.”

Julieanne’s smile holds. “They will.” Her hands slide up and down my thighs in a comforting touch. “Unless you made that extra difficult for them.”

I laugh, because apparently that’s something I do now. “They were all clean kills, Angel Face.” Again, I can’t make myself stop. “Except one.”

Her brows lower. “Ouch. I apologize I wasn’t more skilled at shooting a man. I’ve never—”

I press my thumb to her lips, sealing off the rest of her words. “I wasn’t talking about him, Jules. You did a fucking great job. I’m proud as fuck of the way you took that guy down.” The tension I’d been trying to ease at the piano creeps back into my muscles. “I shouldn’t have put you in a position where you had to do it. I shouldn’t have—”

Julieanne’s fingers come to my lips, pinching them together, leaving us both holding the other silent. Her tongue darts out to slide against the pad of my thumb and I swear I feel that slick swipe on my cock. She’s trying to make me move, and I do, but I don’t pull it away. I slide the tip between her full lips, sinking into the wet warmth of her mouth.

I don’t want to think about what she had to do because of me. I don’t want to think about all the things I’ve done because of her. And the sweet suction as she pulls my thumb deeper sends all those thoughts slipping away, just like I hoped it would.

Her hand slides from my mouth, dropping back to my thigh as her tongue teases against my invading digit.

“That’s right, Angel Face. Show me how you’re gonna suck my cock.” I slide my free hand into her hair, dragging it away from her face so I can get a better view of her expression as I drag my thumb almost all the way out before sinking it in again. “I bet you can take all of me, can’t you? I bet you can suck me so deep you won’t even taste me when I come.”

Julieanne whimpers, her fingers digging into my thighs as I continue finger fucking her mouth, torturing myself. I don’t deserve her mouth on me. Not after what I allowed to happen.

It’s going to happen anyway. I’ve got no self-control where this woman is concerned and I’m tired of pretending I do. I’m tired of acting like she’s not here because I wanted her here. Like I haven’t been planning this moment for six fucking months. Acting like there would be a different outcome when I finally went for her.

I drag my thumb free, hooking the corner of her mouth, stretching it open as I go. “Get my dick out, Jules.”

In the blink of an eye her hands are on the elastic waist of the black joggers I changed into after taking a shower. There’s no hesitation in her movements as she grips the front, gaping both my pants and the boxer briefs under them as her free hand reaches in to grab my rigid length, freeing it to her hungry gaze. The tip of her tongue traces her lower lip as her dark eyes take me in.

“Staring at it isn’t going to get me off, Angel Face.” The roughness of my voice says otherwise, as does the drop of precum sliding free. “Put it in that smart mouth of yours.Show me if it’s as good at sucking cock as it is at being a pain in my ass.”

But, like she does the rest of the fucking time, Julieanne ignores me, and instead of wrapping her lips around me the way I want her to, she leans in and licks up one side of me, tracking the path of silver balls lined up my shaft. She does the same to the other side, leaving a wet line of saliva against my skin as she goes.

“Julieanne.” I lean forward, tightening the hand in her hair until her eyes leave my dick and come to my face. “I said, put. It. In. Your. Mouth.”

She’s driven me to the edge for six months now. Made me into someone I don’t even recognize when she’s around. Made me turn my well-crafted life inside out.

Turnedmeinside out.

And I want to punish her a little for it. Make her suffer the way I have.

“If you aren’t choking on my cock in ten seconds you won’t like the consequences.” The sharp intake of her breath drags my face closer to hers. “Don’t get all excited thinking I’m going to spank or fuck that sweet ass of yours.” Her lids droop in a way that would tell me both options are on the table if I didn’t already know. “If I’m not in your throat in eight seconds you won’t be coming on any part of me for the next week.”

Her eyes widen and I’m not sure if it’s from the threat or the realization that I’m already counting down. Whatever it is, it’s enough to have my cock sliding against her tongue before I make it to six.

I hum in approval as she pulls me between her lips. “Maybe you do know how to listen after—” The words strangle off when I bump the back of her throat.

And then slide deeper.

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