Page 53 of Command and Control: GHOST Operative

Julieanne nods. "Are you coming to bed?"

I shake my head. "Not yet."

I expect her to question me, the way she usually does, but Julieanne just nods. "Okay."

I force my feet away, even though everything in me wants to grab her. Peel away that fucking robe so I can sink into her warm, willing body. Claim every inch of her as mine. Make her come so many times she won't ever consider trying to leave.

Tomorrow. I just have to make it until tomorrow. Until she's had time to sleep. The nap she had this afternoon wasn't nearly enough, and I want her to have enough. Of everything.

"Goodnight, Jules." I'm already turning away when I hear her soft voice behind me.

"Goodnight, Vincent."

I close the door behind me, knowing I need an extra barrier between us. I'm down the hall and in my office, closing that door too, before I allow myself another breath.

The need for her is just as strong though, so I lock thedoor. Then I go to my desk and pull out a tumbler and the whiskey.

I'm two glasses in when Elias calls, letting me know they think they might have some connections, but need to do a little more digging before they know for sure. On one hand, it's a relief, but on the other it means I'll likely have to leave Julieanne soon. I'll be damned if anyone other than me gets to deal with the prick who ordered that team to go after her.

I disconnect the call and down the rest of my third glass, savoring the burn as it slides down my throat.

Checking the clock, I stand. The whiskey’s taken the edge off and it's been an hour since I left Julieanne. Plenty of time for her to be sound asleep.

I grab my phone, bringing it with me just in case more information comes through, and switch off the light before going to my bedroom. The lights are off, but the curtains are open, bathing the room in the soft glow of moonlight reflecting off the snow outside. I don't usually sleep with the windows uncovered since sleep’s difficult enough for me as it is, but with the whiskey coursing through my veins, it's easy to admit I can't deny Julieanne anything.

That's the real reason I took her to GHOST headquarters. She's wanted it for so long, and I wanted to give it to her. I wasn't sure how it would go, but she made me so fucking proud in there. It was part of the reason I struggled not to touch her when we got home. I wanted to show my appreciation. Reward her for being so goddamned perfect in every way.

I silently move into the bathroom, showering quickly before pulling on a pair of boxer briefs and sliding under the covers. I start out on my back, but need to look at her,so I roll to my side, still keeping a few inches of bed space between us. I'm a little drunk, but not that drunk. Even with the haze of whiskey clouding my brain, I know touching her now would only lead to trying to wake her up.

So I close my eyes and breathe deep, hoping the scent of her skin and the sound of her breathing will be enough. It has to be.

Before I can fully process what's happening, Julieanne starts wiggling my way, closing the gap between us until the soft curve of her ass is pressed against me.

The soft curve of her bare ass.

"You're warm." Her sleepy voice carries a hint of a smile as she presses closer, rubbing against my rapidly stiffening cock.

"You’d be warmer if you weren’t fucking naked." I grit my teeth at the feel of her against me.

"I'm not naked." She grabs the hem of the T-shirt that's ridden up around her waist. "I put on one of your T-shirts."

One leg slides over mine, bringing her knee up toward the ceiling. "You’re just as naked as I am."

"Am I?" I can't stop myself from grinding against her, dragging the line of my cock up the split of her ass. "Because it seems like my dick is covered while your cunt is bare." I grip her hip as I rock against her again. "Why is that, Angel Face?"

"I didn't want anything to get in your way." Her back barely arches, adding friction to the next thrust of my hips. "But then you took forever to get here, and I considered just taking matters into my own hands."

A possessive growl forms in my throat. "You better fucking not." The hand on her hip slides between herthighs, finding her just as wet and hot as I knew I would. "I'm the one who makes you come from now on, Jules. Only me." The nub of her clit is already hard and I stroke beside it with a teasing touch.

"I thought you were mad at me." Her confession is soft. Almost hesitant. "I thought maybe I did something wrong at headquarters."

She shouldn't have reminded me of that. Shouldn't have put the memory of her sitting at that desk, scowling at anyone who passed by in my head.

"You were fucking perfect. Everything I wanted you to be." I sink my middle and ring fingers into her body, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit. "But I knew you were tired, and I knew that once I started touching you I wouldn't stop until you were coming on my cock."

"Then why isn't your cock inside me already?" She arches against me again, her pussy clenching around my thrusting fingers.

"Is that what you want, Jules? You want me to fuck you?"

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