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THE SECOND APOLOGY JOB

CHAPTER 14

Tamela

The computer programJason’s dad was developing was to descramble complex, around-the-world signal bouncing that currently took days or sometimes weeks to decipher, if ever. But it was still slower than we’d hoped. Mr. Brooks had estimated it would take between forty-eight and sixty hours to locate the origin signal from Pasco.

As I lay in bed late that night, hoping Jason would join me when he finished his work for the night, I mentally reviewed the general rescue plans we’d started. I’d added national parks to our list of potential extraction points, but that would be a fucking nightmare, so I really hoped it didn’t come to that. The worst part was waiting, though, staying in a holding pattern, fighting back adrenaline that had no outlet.

Well, maybe one outlet. I smiled when my door swung open, and he was silhouetted against the light from two floors below us. He closed the door, and we were shrouded in darkness.

“I was just thinking about you,” I said.

His clothes hit the floor, and he climbed into my bed. “Please tell me your thoughts were very, very dirty.” He pulled me tightly to him and groaned at the skin-on-skin contact. “You were lying here naked all this time? I would have left a hell of a lot of work undone if I’d known that.”

“Which is why I didn’t tell you.” He nuzzled my neck and nipped at a sensitive spot on my neck. I rewarded him with my own groan and ran my hand over his chest and farther down, lingering on his abs. “I can’t be responsible for impeding national security.”

“Hmm, maybe someone else can secure it every now and then.” He moved lower and teased my nipple with his tongue.

“Mmm. When you do that, I’m in total agreement.” I slid my hand over his dick and stroked all the way down it, getting wetter when he sucked in his breath and pushed against my palm. “Then again, I have been turned on all day, watching you work.”

“You’re kidding.” He traced his fingers up my inner thigh, then stroked my core and slid them inside me. He sucked in another breath. “Fuck. You weren’t kidding. I need to be inside you right now.”

“We both need it.” I spread my legs and shifted, inviting him.

He rolled on top of me and balanced on his arms above me. He placed a long, lingering kiss on my lips, then flicked his tongue against my lips and settled into a deep kiss when I parted them. He pressed against my wetness, then slid into me in one swift stroke. I arched and moaned.

“Shh,” he whispered in my ear. “These walls aren’t soundproofed like the ones in the barn.”

I bit my lower lip and focused on keeping my groans to small, quiet pants. I was fighting nature itself, but controlling my impulse to scream in ecstasy was weirdly exciting. This was our secret, and it was a dangerous one. In that instant, I knew I was a bad girl. I’d colored inside the lines my whole life, and now I wanted to obliterate those boundaries, at least the ones intended to keep me from Jason.

He drove into me, so deep but so agonizingly slow, over and over. I bit into my lip, then ran my tongue over the copper drop of blood I’d drawn. I arched against him, desperate to lose control.

“Faster,” I whispered.

He shook his head. His shoulders strained, and a bead of sweat popped out on his forehead as he fought to maintain his own control, but he wouldn’t increase the pace.

“Please,” I pleaded.

He groaned, and his dick pulsed inside me. He liked me begging, the bastard. And I loved the way he teased me, refusing me the hard, fast orgasms he’d given me last night, drawing this one out, bringing me close to the brink over and over, each time the tension and need clawing higher, carrying me so close to the pinnacle but keeping it just out of my reach.

I arched up hard against him and drew my fingernails down his back. Now he bit off his own scream, and he pumped against me, fast and hard, once, twice, three times. I was one stroke away from release. He stopped, buried inside me, and panted against my neck.

“Do that again, and I’ll pull out,” he threatened.

“Don’t you dare. Just let me come.”

“Not yet.”

“Please,” I practically mewed. “I need it so much.”

“I know. I hear it in the way you moan for me and feel it in every inch of your body.” He pulled slowly out and pushed back in. “Christ, I even smell it on you, the way you crave me. I’ve never seen anyone as fucking sexy as you are right now. I just want to watch you a little bit longer.”

I blew out a long breath as his deep strokes ratcheted up my need again. “I think this qualifies as torture.”

“You’re not the only one close to breaking.”

I angled my hips, letting him thrust so deep, his tip brushed my cervix, igniting an exquisite pain. “Mmmm,” I managed. “That, yes, please, that.”

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