Page 114 of Always Been Mine

Beatrice’s brows furrowed. “Are you sure that’s what you want to do, Gabe? I know you’re limiting your options because of me, but this past month”—she exhaled a shaky breath—“I’ve come to trust that you’re going to do what’s right for us. I want you to be happy and fulfilled in your job, Gabe.”

Her words meant a lot to him, and in a way, he was choosing the CIA instructor position because it was the least likely to keep him away for weeks and make her worry about him. But he wasn’t thrilled about the prospect.

“Why don’t you change out of those clothes before I end up attacking you. I’ve set the roast to keep warm while you freshen up,” Gabe said, deflecting her question, but there was some truth that he was tempted to have her as an appetizer, knowing she wore those sexy garters underneath that skirt. “We can talk about it after dinner. Deal?”

“Good idea,” Beatrice laughed. “We can’t have a repeat of this morning.”

Gabe grinned salaciously. “That was a delicious way to wake up.” Beatrice had gotten up early this morning for an 8:00 a.m. meeting. Gabe woke up to her bent over the desk in their bedroom, typing an email on the laptop. She had been wearing garters, stockings, and a bra. What did she expect when she presented him with her delectable ass? Hazed by sleep and a surge of lust, he snuck in behind her on his knees and buried his face into her pussy. He nudged her panties aside, and ate her, licking her into a quick orgasm.

“I had to change my panties,” Beatrice chided as she made her way up the steps. “You almost made me late.”

“We have rules about bringing work into the bedroom,” Gabe said. “I just meted out some punishment.”

“You know that’s a poor form of punishment, right?”

“Go change, babe, before I spank that ass.”

“Still not a punishment, Gabe,” Beatrice called out playfully as her voice faded up the stairway.

He shook his head, grinning. She made him incredibly hard with that smart mouth on her and he looked forward to more.

Rhino suddenly got up and growled at the door. His dog tilted his head to look at him warily. Gabe stiffened, going on alert. He listened for Beatrice’s movements upstairs and heard the shower turn on.

“Rhino, guard,” Gabe ordered. His dog snuffled in agreement and stood by the stairway. Gabe grabbed his gun, checked the magazine, and slotted a round in the chamber.

He approached the door and took a peek through the window. There was a man leaning nonchalantly at the top of the stoop. It wasn’t Porter, but the guy’s silhouette looked oddly familiar. It didn’t take long for Gabe to figure who it was.

He turned on the front lights and opened the door.

Viktor Baran.

“Why are you here?”Gabe asked tersely, but his mind was racing with the possibility that something else had come up and the danger was not over.

“That’s a hostile way to acknowledge a friend,” Viktor replied with amusement.

“I would hardly call you a friend, Baran.”

Viktor’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m a busy man, Sullivan. Do you want to step outside, so I can tell you why I’m here? Beatrice is upstairs and—”

“Don’t,” Gabe snarled, flicking the lights off and plunging them into darkness save for the light from the street lamp. “I fucking swear, if you were spying on my woman—”

“Calm down,” Viktor chuckled. “I don’t want my ownwoman to hand me my balls, so you can be sure I have no perverted designs on Beatrice.”

Gabe was baffled for a moment that there was a woman on the planet who could hand Viktor Baran his balls. And having the AGS boss admit to such a thing was disconcerting.

“Finding it hard to believe, Sullivan?” Viktor wagged his left hand, and sure enough there was a gold band.

Well, I’ll be damned.

“So why are you here?” Gabe asked.

“I’m in need of a tactical analyst.”

“You’re offering me a job?” Gabe asked incredulously.

Viktor shrugged. “I’ve seen what you can do.”

“Wait a minute, was that fight some kind of test?”

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