Page 93 of The Truths that Deceive

And I’m not going to be able to make it. I’m not?—

“Oooh God…” she screams, her cunt spasms so hard on my cock that I come. Hard and deep into her as she comes, too. It’s wild.

Fucking divine.

Something rare.

Addictive.

Ours.

When we come down from the euphoric high, I roll her over and give her what she needs. The kisses are soft and gentle before they get more demanding and pleading, and it’s not long before we’re both hungry for more.

And when I’m ready to slide into her again, I know…I know… for the first time that I can remember, it’s going to be slow and tender and all about her.

Only about Calista.

It wasa shitty thing to do, taking advantage of her.

It’s been a couple of hours and I’m sliding a pod into the coffee machine in the kitchen.

I lean against the counter, rubbing a hand over my eyes. In the bedroom, she’s sleeping, naked, twisted in the covers because she’s a restless sleeper. Although it seems like that restlessness set in when I got up. Before that, she…

Shit. What the fuck’s wrong with me, giving her an almost loving touch? Even if it’s designed to do a job? I knew, regardless of what a woman likes in the realms of sex, someone younger like Calista was going to respond to that. My vanilla fucking with a gentler touch designed to tear down more barriers without her noticing.

I know how to work my prey.

Weird thing is, I didn’t hate it.

I could feel the silk of her skin under my fingertips, the warmth of her as she snuggled down against me, the heat and tightness of her cunt, the way she stretched to fit mycock, the way she squeezed my dick into orgasm as she came.

Yeah, I didn’t hate that at fucking all.

We’re on borrowed time, because I do need to hand her over. No one’s come knocking, yet. Her field agent didn’t seem to recognize her in Miami, and I’m not sure what team he’s playing for yet, his own or the government’s. I do know he’s gathering intel and he’s set up meetings after checking my creds.

Interested parties want to talk, and I’m passing those along to Jones, since they’re weapons related. Bolivia was mentioned, a tiny country that’s somehow been involved the entire time. Although I still can’t get my head around Bolivia mixed up in a new US military weapon as well as trafficking and low-rent porn with unwilling girls.

I mean, sure, the girls with fucking guns is a thing. But that’s not the same as kidnapped or trafficked girls in shitty porn for fucknuts with cash, along with a side interest in illegal and highly classified blueprints for a new weapon.

Not to mention Marta’s mention of some parts already having been made and sold. I make a mental note to look into that. But if I’m honest, I’m really not overly interested in the weapons angle. It’ll be taken care of, and that isn’t my job.

Calista’s no traitor.

What I want is to use her as a way to follow my agenda. Destroy the fucks leftover from the Collectors, or whatever this new arm is.

It seems that’s what Calista wants, too.

So I’m going to use that borrowed time to find out who’s trafficking and using Bolivia as part of the cover. And I’m going to find out what Collectors are still operating. There are some we left, I know that. But I keep an eye on them.

This isn’tthem.

There are others.

I’ve showered and changed, and there’s an outfit for Calista here. I have more clothes for her at my penthouse in the West Village. Because that’s a better base for my next phase.

“Plotting?”

She comes into the kitchen, wearing my shirt. Only my shirt.

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