Page 59 of Haunted

“Relax, Keaton. I brought you in here to give you this.” She tapped her manicured fingernails on top of a jewelry box I hadn’t noticed sitting on her desk.

“I’m more of a flowers and chocolates sorta guy, Waverly. Besides, I’m already taken.”

“Don’t be a wise-ass, Agent Clarke. This is for Henley.”

Leaning forward, I snagged the box and peeled back the hinged lid revealing a pair of stunning emerald post earrings.

“I’m at a loss here.”

“There’s a tracking device embedded in the jewels. I asked Nelson to order them right after the killer contacted you.”

“Shit.”

With all the other drama happening around us lately, I hadn’t thought about the phone call. In my mind, the fucker was simply playing a game to get a rise out of me, which he succeeded in doing. I’d considered him to be a threat to Henley, but not to this point. That was a mistake which my boss just rectified.

“It’s up to you whether or not you tell her there is a tracker inside. Besides Nelson and myself, Duncan is the only other person who knows I’m giving these to you.”

I stared at the earrings for a while before closing the lid. Standing to rejoin the others, I tucked the box in the front pocket of my pants, then asked one last question before we left to meet up with the girls.

“Would you want to know?”

“Absolutely, but I’m a control freak.”

“That you are,” I smirked.

“You look gorgeous, baby.” I kissed her lips briefly, then took her hand to escort her inside Sunset where Jade was already walking toward the rest of the gang, who were waiting in a back booth. Henley was wearing a long-sleeve crimson maxi dress, belted at the waist with a silver seashell chain, and a pair of black heels which increased her height by about two inches. Her face had a splash of makeup on it, accentuating her natural beauty.

“Thanks. You look very handsome yourself. Do you keep extra clothes at the office? I could have sworn you were wearing something different this morning.”

No way was I going on a date without putting in a little effort. If it meant I had to deal with the snickers and jeers from Noah and Koen––who for the record had not changed––then so be it. I’d snuck out of the office soon after my meeting with Waverly, sped home to take a quick shower, then put on a pair of dark fitted jeans with a charcoal-gray button-up shirt, which I tucked into the waistband. We weren’t dining at a fancy restaurant, but I still wanted to look nice for her.

“Nah. I stopped at my apartment.”

Instead of leading her toward our friends, I veered off to the left, taking us down a narrow hallway, which led to the bathrooms as well as Camden’s office. I’d spoken with him when we first got here and he gave me permission to use it for some privacy.

“Where are we going?”

“In here.” I opened the door and flicked on the light,guiding her into the small space. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. “I wanted to talk to you without the others for a few minutes.”

“Okay. What ab-––”

I spun her to face me, cutting her off mid-word when my lips crashed into hers. She opened immediately, letting my tongue surge inside the warmth of her mouth. I was intoxicated by her taste, by the soft moans she made when I backed her against the wooden desk in the center of the room, breaking our connection long enough to lift her onto the top. My fingers wove through her dark tresses, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, as I stepped between her parted thighs. The skirt of her dress rode higher, giving me a glimpse of her black panties as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper until my rock-hard cock was pressed against her hot pussy.

“I need you, Keaton.” Her breathless words trailed over my skin as I licked my way down her neck to the V of her dress, where her tits were begging to be sucked.

“Can you be quiet, baby?” I squeezed her breast, pinching a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “I don’t want the whole bar to know I’m fucking you.”

“Yes. Please,” she groaned, rubbing her hips against my shaft.

“Take this off.” I tugged at the sleeve of her dress.

She shifted, lifting her butt to free the material, then swiped it over her head, leaving her in a lacey black bra and the panties I’d seen earlier. Reclaiming her mouth, my hand drove between her legs, finding her already damp with excitement. I moved the material to the side and speared two fingers deep inside, moving them in and out at a leisurely pace.

“Fuck yes,” Igrowled. “You’re so ready for me, baby.”

When her walls began to tighten, I pulled my hand away, quickly undoing the button of my jeans and shoving them and my boxers to the floor. Before I could stop her, my Little Bird shocked the shit out of me. The little minx scooted off the desk, dropped to her knees and wrapped her plump lips around my tip. My legs shook with the first bit of suction she applied as she withdrew part of the way before sliding back down to the base. She hummed when I fisted her hair, nearly causing me to lose control like a teenage boy. As good as it felt––and it felt fucking amazing––I didn’t want to shoot off down her throat, not yet anyway. That would have to wait until we had more time.

I pulled her off––my dick protesting the loss of her talented mouth––and helped her from the floor, positioning her back on the desk with her ass hanging off the edge far enough for me to yank her panties all the way off. She leaned back on her hands, eyes half-lidded, as I draped her legs over my forearms, spreading her wide to accommodate my size. Then with one, deep thrust of my hips, I was home.

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