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“That’s where I’ll be tomorrow at noon. Just say you’ll be there, watching me, waiting to take me. Please be there. I need to feel your lips on me.” I run my tongue over my bottom lip, wetting it. “I need to feel your mouth punishing my nipples.” I place my hands on my throat, then run them down to my nipples, where I pinch them softly and then nearly choke on the moan I try to suppress. GD’s eyes follow my every movement now. A fresh deluge of wetness soaks my panties as he licks his own lips. Unconsciously, I raise my gaze to the FBI agent still with his back to me.

“I need to feel your tongue deep inside my pussy.” My hands lower to my lap. He can’t see them shaking with nerves.

“Come to me, GD; come chase me and fuck me. Come get me and—”

Dear god, will the FBI have to put me in witness protection now? I can’t deal with that. I have things to do, dammit.

My screen goes blank. The video call disconnected. I have no idea what this means.

“He’s gone,” I say to Agent Montgomery as I hastily slip back into my robe and strangle myself with the belt. I’m shaking so much; I’m worried I’m going to pass out.

Agent Philips turns around, and my world is on fire again. His gaze glides over me, from my lips to my breasts to the vee where my thighs meet. I swallow so hard that I may have swallowed my tongue.

“You did great, Ms. Jennings.” Agent Montgomery says, shaking my hand. “We’ll take it from here.”

I don’t ask her if it’ll work. I don’t care. I just want my space back.

“Yes, thank you, Skye. You single-handedly helped to capture a notorious villain.” Agent Philips says and offers me his hand. Is he nuts? I’m not touching him. My body will combust right there.

He smiles at me, except it’s like he’s seeing right through the robe I’m wearing, right to my bare breasts, to my wet pussy, and yet there’s nothing salacious in his expression. Am I imagining all this?

Of course I am. I’m a virgin; I know nothing about things like this. Well, a virgin for a few more days, anyway.

Agent Philips drops his hand and slips it into his pants pocket.

“We’ll see ourselves out, Ms. Jennings. Take care,” Agent Montgomery smiles at me kindly.

My apartment is so small, they have to pass me closely to get to my door. Agent Montgomery leads the way. Agent Philips follows. But as he passes me, he stops and drops his lips to my ear.

“Keep your door locked, Princess.”

Chapter Nine

Skye

I don’t know how I feel about the whole thing in the light of a new day. I do know my dreams were not safe or very sane.

I woke up three times in a hot sweat, my thighs sticky from my wetness, and I couldn’t even recall my dreams, except they were all wild and wet, and I was either running from the masked man or being caught by the FBI agent.

Their faces and their presence are all I can see in my mind and feel around me. I need to get a grip. I still had work to do, my work. I did everything I could to help them. I was done with that kind of thing now.

I barely got to see or speak to Lily. After her date worth three grand, she hopped onto a plane, swept off her feet by her hotshot CEO, and declared herself 100% unavailable.

Her last text to me told me she was proud of me, and we’d talk when she got back, and also to pick up more clothes from her friend who owns a lingerie store. After the FBI left, I couldn’t bring myself to open the site again and speak to someone else.I gave myself some grace, got some food, and slept. Or tried to sleep.

Today, however, I need to get myself into gear. With a cup of coffee in hand, I log into the BBB site just to see what requests I have for the day, except I keep getting a login error.

Maybe it’s the whole site? I’ll give it an hour before I try again. The nice thing about BBB is I get paid immediately. The money sans their cut is sitting in my bank account. I quickly transfer the outstanding balance to Kelsie’s school and breathe a sigh of relief. She’s good for now.

And if this virgin thing works out, I’ll have enough money to pay off my mother’s debt and Kelsie’s last year at school. But for now, I need to do a lot more digital sessions so I can pay rent and buy food. Although stomping in the back of my head is the fact that I probably helped the FBI catch a notoriousvillain, who, in his ski mask, I should add, made me leak with wetness.

I try the site again. Still nothing. There’s a support number that Lily gave me, so I call them and speak to someone called Eric, who says he’ll get me up and running in no time.

Instead of sitting and waiting to be back online, I don a coat on top of my hoodie and my boots. And then my heart starts an aggressive gallop in my chest. My apartment is so small, all that separates my bedroom from the living room and the tiny kitchen is a curtain. On the wall on the opposite side of the door is a mirror that is welded onto the wall.

Panicked, I stand in front of the mirror, exactly where Agent Philips had stood when he turned around to give me some privacy after I had to remove my corset. From that position, I have a clear view of my desk. Agent Philips would have had a clear view of me sitting there, with my boobs out, the back of thelaptop not enough to conceal them in any way, all while I begged a stranger to come and kidnap me.

Oh god. Did he look at me? My fury comes in a flurry of heat and embarrassment. My only saving grace is I'll never see him again. Not ever.

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