Page 32 of S.O.S. Mizzay

“Whatevah.” She gave him sass in her Brooklyn accent to mitigate her lust. “Youze New Englanders have some dopey-ass words.”

“And you don’t?” he raised a brow, teasing.

“Fuhgeddaboudit,” Missy sent back, snickering. “Hero, sub, or…wait. Maybe I’m up for a pie,” she interjected mischievously.

“Pizzawould be fine with me,” Cobble responded without blinking.Yeah.He’d been around her long enough to know her New York-isms. “But I think we’d make better use of our time if we just hit whatever’s in the fridge. We still have a lot of work to do here.”

“Agreed,” Missy said, bending down for more brush. And it really was safer to keep Cobble on the property. Every time they went out, even locally to get seed or building supplies, Missy held her breath, wondering if anyone would be snooping around and recognize him.

Director Baskins and DAAG Cavateral, along with Chuck, were now fully informed of Cobble’s whereabouts, and so far, even with those three aware of his location, Cobble had remained safe. They’d managed to keep the information completely secret, but Missy still didn’t want to let her guard down. Sneaky was an agent’s middle name, and relentlessness was part of their make-up. She was under no illusions that the rotten eggs in the DOJ and FBI had given up. She knew they were still digging, because every time she uncovered a new piece of intel, the threats on her life ramped up. Someone was determined to get her to break and admit she still had hands on Cobble’s location.

Yeah.The intimidation had become relentless, but she wasn’t going to tell anyone about it.

“How about another half hour before we break?” Cobble asked. “I’d like to get the majority of these small trees cut down.”

“I still have plenty to do over here, so yes,” Missy responded.

They worked companionably and in silence for another fifteen minutes. Missy attacked a particularly dense thicket, when…

“Shit!” She flew backward with a shriek, batting at the air all around her, then at her body.

“What’s happening?” Cobble barked in reply, heading her way at a dead run.

“Hornets,” she yelped. “Ouch! Inside my shirt.” She’d disturbed their nest, and the little suckers had gone under the material of her T when she’d bent over.

She beat at her front as they stung her a few more times.

Cobble didn’t hesitate. He reached for Missy’s shirt, took ahold of the hem, and ripped it off right over her head. He tossed it away, then brushed at the bees still clinging to her abdomen, scraping them to the ground.

“Allergies?” he asked breathlessly, turning Missy around to make sure there were none on her back.

“Nope,” she told him over her shoulder. “I’ve been stung a bunch while working this property.” She dragged in a deep breath and reassured him. “I’m okay now. Thanks. I’m just glad this was a small nest. The last one I disrupted when I was home for a summer during college was huge, and I was covered in stings. But I’m one of the lucky ones,” she snorted. “I don’t have much of a reaction,” she added breathlessly; not short on oxygen because of what had just happened, but because Cobble was drawing light circles on her back with one of his callused fingers. “Uh, no swelling or anything,” she continued stupidly.

Except in all my lady parts because you’re touching me.

Cobble blew a gust of air from between his lips, then laughed tightly. “You had me in a panic,” he admitted, turning her back around to peruse her bared belly and ribs for more interlopers while lightly gripping her arms. “I thought for sure we’d be headed to the hospital.”

Were his eyes suddenly roaming her chest because he was worried, or…did he like what he was seeing. Missy hoped it was the latter. Her breasts, encased in a blue sports bra, weren’t the biggest by any means, but they were well-formed and perky, if she did say so herself.

Missy bit her lip.

If she was going to make a move, it was now or never. The timing and setting weren’t exactly what she would have chosen, but…

She took another deep breath, inflated her chest to make her boobs more prominent, then rubbed them lightly against his sweat covered ribcage while blinking up at him.

Could Cobble ignore that?

The tops of his ears turned red.

Bingo!

“You’re, uh, okay now?” he asked, not letting go of her, but continuing to stare, swallow, and stare some more.

If she wasn’t mistaken, the tip of his tongue came out and swiped across his lower lip.

Okay. Now what?

Missy wasn’t feeling a single sting because all her attention was focused on the hot man touching her, her aching nipples, and her dampening pussy.

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