Page 18 of Sub Mission

Chapter 6

Baker

I’d done a lot of things in my life I was ashamed of, but none of them more so than the cowardly way I’d just behaved. Since my first introduction to Agent Seth Wilkinson, I hadn’t been able to get much sleep, no actual rest, and definitely not any peace of mind. He’d troubled me from the very first moment I laid eyes on him, but I hadn’t been able to understand what it was about him that made me so…itchy. When we’d boarded the plane to Miami, I’d already been exhausted. Then there’d been the thing at the club. Then the aftercare. Then him fixing me food and worrying about my obvious lack of sleep. Then….

Then the almighty, mother of all biggies—the visit to my bedroom in the middle of the night. When I’d heard him talking out on the balcony, I knew something regarding the assignment was going on. It wasn’t likely he’d be discussing the weather with a friend at that time in the morning. I’d waited for him to come to my room and brief me. I was ready for that. I wasnotready for him to show up completely naked, looking all motherfucking hot, delicious, and all the things he should not look to me. Nevertheless, that was exactly how it worked out.

I took one look at him and all brain functioning stopped. Dead. I had zero capacity to listen to assignment details, regardless of how important they might have been. Zero capacity! The only thing I found myself capable of was looking at his defined muscles, sexy tattoos, and that humongous monster cock between his legs. He’d been rock hard. One look and my dick obviously thought ‘well, two can play that game’ and…the rest was history.

To say I’d acted like a hungry whore, begging for something because I was too inexperienced in the man on man action department to even know what to beg for, would be the understatement of the decade. Him wanting to put on a show for our possible perp had simply opened a door for me. I’d not only crept through, I’d knocked the motherfucker down in my haste to get inside.

None of that, however, was what I was ashamed about. No, it was the best sex I’d ever had in my life and I wasn’t going to lie to myself about it and pretend it was something other than the fucking epic moment that it was. I was ashamed because this morning, in the light of the day when all my dirty fantasies were satiated, I’d pretended to be asleep after Seth woke up. I could sense he wanted to do…something, and I’d lain stiff as a fucking board, eyes glued shut, and tried my dead-level best to keep my breathing even.

My dead-level best hadn’t been good enough. There was no doubt in my mind he knew I was awake, but he’d been gentlemanly enough to not call me on it. After about twenty minutes, which had felt like an hour, he’d climbed out of the bed, used the restroom, and quietly left the room. Thirty minutes later, I was still piled up in the bed, contemplating what I’d done, what it had meant to me, and how it would forever change my life.

Andtherewas where the problem lay. There was no doubt in my mind that what happened last night was nothing more to Seth than a playful night with a curious virgin, so far as man on man action. It hadn’t been earth-shattering and life-altering to him. If anything, I’d been a really bad lay. Hell, he’d done all the work and I’d done all the moaning. So, this morning, after I woke up and snuggled up against him like I was lost in an ice storm and he was the last bit of heat left in the fucking entire world, I’d pretended to be sound asleep. Last night when I’d been weak and basking in the afterglow of the best orgasm of my life, I’d been able to ignore his comments about acting like it never happened and making the evidence disappear. This morning? Not so much.

The thing was, I had to get my head screwed back on properly so I could focus on what our true goal of being in Miami was…instead of wondering what Seth’s cock would feel like in my ass. Sure, it sounded like a simple enough task, but I knew me—I’d never be able to do it.

I had to not let myself make this bigger than it was. It was sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Well, nothing more for Seth. A helluva lot more for me. Seth probably had sex with his subs all the time—many Doms did. For all I knew, last night was just another chance for Seth to help me get better prepared to handle being his sub when we ‘performed’ at Javier’s club. Maybe Seth was right, the best way to handle the situation was to pretend it had never happened.

There was a soft knock on the door and then Seth swaggered in without giving me a chance to blink an eye, much less roll over to try and hide my Seth wood.

“Morning, Sleepy Head!” He said cheerfully but his eyes were sending me a telepathic message to remember that there was a good chance somebody could still be watching our every move through the open balcony doors. The curtains, hanging to the side, fluttered with the ocean breeze.

He leaned down and placed a casual kiss on my forehead. “Watchers,” he whispered. When he rose back up, a fake smile was on his handsome face. “Come on. I made us some breakfast.”

“Uh…y—yeah, s—sure. I’ll be there in a second,” I answered, stuttering like a total idiot.

He winked and walked out…like nothing had changed…like nothing had happened. I knew better than to be surprised. Hell, I’d just given myself the ‘talk’, but his nonchalance hurt even though I’d known to expect it. Knowing my choices were limited to jumping over the balcony and plunging to my death or facing him in the kitchen, I went into the bathroom, did my business, brushed my teeth, and dug through a drawer to find some sweatpants and T-shirt. When dressed, I put on my game face, which consisted of me trying to mirror his nonchalance, and wandered down the hall toward the kitchen.

I smiled to myself—thinking of how facing Seth the Dom in the playroom hadn’t been nearly as intimidating as facing Seth the Lover in the kitchen. Correction—he couldn’t even be classified as a lover. He certainly wouldn’t put himself into that category, so I didn’t need to, either.

When I finally reached the kitchen, the scene in front of me was…breathtaking. Seth was over by the stove, scrambling eggs, frying bacon, and working on building a stack of pancakes. The fact that he cooked brought another smile to my face. It would be fun to tease him about it. The fact that he was wearing nothing more than a pair of loose fitting, low-hanging sweat pants that framed his perfect ass, caused my smile to vanish. I shouldn’t notice his ass and I definitely shouldn’t want to touch it.

With his back still turned to me, he said, “The curtains are open. If that’s not going to work, go over and close them. Just act like the sun’s too bright or something like that. I’m good either way. It’s whatever you’re comfortable with this morning.”

“Nah, I’m good with ‘em open,” I answered in a shaky voice. I hoped I could handle it. “I guess it’s best to keep them interested, yeah?”

“My thoughts exactly,” he answered.

His voice wasn’t shaky, it was…chipper. Bastard.

“Grab a seat. I’ve got this,” he ordered.

Seth had already set the table, so I plopped down in one of the seats with a place setting in front of it. I could do this, regardless of how awkward it was or how much of a lying hypocrite it made me feel like. With a surge of determination, I renewed my plan to pretend like last night had meant absolutely nothing more than both of us getting our rocks off.

He sat two platters down on the table, and turned to grab the plate holding the stack of fluffy pancakes. “I hope you like bacon, eggs, and pancakes.”

I looked at the food, it smelled delicious, but I normally had a bowl of cereal or a strawberry toasted pastry for breakfast. Not being much of a cook and disliking most fast food places, I’d kinda cornered myself into the cereal category. I knew Landon’s shoppers had gotten me myFruity Pebblesand there were several boxes of strawberry yummy tucked away in the cabinet, just calling my name.

“Wow. This is a lot of food,” I said. “I, uh, usually just grab a boxed treat.” Ireallywanted that pastry. Not only did the fruity sugars cause a happy dance on my tongue, I didn’t need to allow myself to get into the habit of having somebody there for me, offering to cook a delicious smelling breakfast. My stomach growled. Apparently, my entire body was on Team Seth, betraying Team Baker at every corner.

When he arched a brow at me, I said, “I’ll just grab that box of toasted pastries.” I stood, ready to head toward the cabinet.

“Sit,” he ordered, and my ass hit the seat with a thud.

Traitor column: cock, balls, stomach, and ass.

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