Page 63 of Operation: Sharp Angel

Becca lay back; Carter’s face nestled in her neck. She felt his cock throbbing deep inside her. Her heart still raced. It felt perfect. Her thoughts were quiet, and she focused on nothing but the incredible pleasure he brought her. Even now, she allowed her mind to focus on her rapid breathing. She felt high, she felt content. She felt good. Then she felt Carter’s lips on hers and his tongue entered her mouth for a slow, passionate kiss. She lazily rubbed her tongue against his, envisioning his tongue on her clit. It felt erotic, stimulating beyond words, perfect. Heknew how to hold her, how to touch her, how to kiss her. His touch and kisses were perfect in every way.

Fighting his waning erection, Tessman circled his hips, his cock still in her. Energy bristled through his body. He pulled his lips a breath away from hers and gazed into her beautiful green, half-hooded eyes. “Wow. That was magic.”

Her lips cracked into a smile. “Wow is right.”

“Let’s make you more comfortable.” He reluctantly pulled out and shifted about until he was able to pull her so that her butt was nearly on the bed. He sank to his knees in front of her open legs. “You are absolutely beautiful,” he said, his gaze still on her eyes. His hand ran up her thigh. His fingers gently descended into her drenched crack. He grinned when she shuddered. He drew a finger up to her clit and slowly circled it. She gasped out and threw her head back, still aroused. He didn’t stop until she came.

Carter lay beside her, holding her when she came back down from the last orgasm, which was mind-blowing. She wrapped her arms around him and held on as the peace she felt from her mind turning off, was replaced with the sadness and anger that had been constant companions for weeks.

“I wish we could stay here, just like this forever,” she said when she opened her eyes, gazing into his.

“We could, but the world will invade our refuge. It always does.”

“Ugh! I know,” she said. “I’m surprised your phone has stayed quiet this long.”

“If anyone had called or text messaged, I would have ignored it,” he said.

“We both know you can’t.”

“So, are you willing to give it a try with me and my job? Or was that our one incredible night?” As he said it, he prayed it wouldn’t be the latter.

A smile curved her lips. “That was a fool’s choice. Even if one incredible night had been my choice, after that I’d be changing my mind. There’s no way I’d want to walk away from what you just did to my body.”

“So that was you’re willing to try,” he said.

“I still need some time to get my head on straight, Carter, or I won’t be any good in a relationship.”

“And I still vow to give you the time you need.”

Sierra

Becca woke from the post-sex nap snuggled up against Carter, the same way she’d fallen asleep. She still felt at peace even though her first thought was of her sister’s family, as it had been every morning since they’d been killed. But maybe for the first time, she wasn’t focused on what she could do to make sure it got solved. In her heart, she knew that Carter and the Shepherd Security Team would figure out who had committed the murders and they’d be brought to justice. She wasn’t sure where the confidence in this suddenly came from.

It was dark out except for the light that reflected up from the nearby buildings and street lights. She lazily stroked her hand over his chest and abdomen, his muscles tight, even as he slept.

“If you keep doing that, we’re going to have to go for a round two,” he said.

She smiled as she ran her hand further south, coming in contact with his erect cock.

He moaned his approval of her actions and wrapped his arms around her as he turned into her and pressed his cock up againsther abdomen. Their lips met, and the kisses were passionate, fueling a fire that would not be put out no matter how many times they coupled.

His phone, which was on the nightstand beside him, rang. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he moaned as he rolled over to grab it. He viewed the display. It was Shepherd. “Sorry, have to take this,” he told her. Then he accepted the call, sitting up as he did. “Tessman.”

“Fifteen minutes, my office, you and Becca both,” he said. Then he disconnected.

Tessman turned the bedside light on. “That was Shepherd. We have a meeting in his office in fifteen minutes.” He wondered if Shepherd knew they’d been together and Shepherd was going to address it. But he was sure if that was the case, Shepherd would address it with him alone as Becca wasn’t agency personnel, or was she? Had her limited employment contract included the nonfraternization clause? But why would it matter to Shepherd when so many others had violated that protocol? No, he told himself. That wasn’t it.

“Did he say what it was about?”

“I assume either your case or Briana’s domestic violence case,” he said. He kissed her one last time before getting up and grabbing their clothes. He tossed hers to her. “Raincheck?”

A smile spread over her lips. “Definitely.”

“I’m just going to rinse off real quick,” he said, pointing to the bathroom. “I’d invite you to join me, but we’d never make our meeting with Shepherd if you do, and then I’d be fired. I promise, I’ll only be a minute, so you can grab a quick shower if you’d like.” He left his clothes on the bed and stepped into the bathroom.

He emerged exactly four minutes later, wrapped in a towel. His hair was still dry, a purposeful move on his part not to advertise he’d just showered, post-sex. Becca rushed past himand sealed herself inside next. Seven minutes later, she emerged fully clothed. Her hair was in a ponytail and also dry.

They rushed down the stairs to floor five and entered his office at exactly the fifteen minute mark. Shepherd sat at the conference table with Jackson and Brielle. Shepherd glanced at his watch and then at Tessman. In his world, being on time was considered late. Tessman closed the door, and they took a seat at the table with the others.

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