Page 58 of Always Been Mine

Men are such hypocrites. Beatrice pushed Gabe down on his back. She pulled down his sweats and exhaled sharply. All of Gabe was hard all right—the man, his muscles, and his thick, long, suckable erection. Even the way it was veined was beautiful, angry and pulsating hungrily on her palm. He hissed sharply when her fingers closed reverently around it.

“Oh, my God,” Beatrice just stared and licked her lips. “How I’ve missed this.”

“Babe, you gonna do something about my dick or are you just gonna stare at it?” Gabe said in a strangled voice. “Dying here. Just wrap those fuckable lips around it and suck.”

Beatrice laughed briefly before taking the head of his cockbetween her lips. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip. Cupping his balls, she bobbed, stroking her tongue down his length and sucking on the way up. His fingers dug into her hair as he cursed.

“That’s it, babe, take me deeper.” He pumped his hips into her face in rhythm.

She continued her assault. Going faster, harder, relaxing her throat to take him in—almost gagging. He was too big and she couldn’t take him all. She was out of practice and she teared up, but she relished the power of driving him crazy.

“Take me deeper.” There was desperation in his tone now as he punched his hips up. Beatrice felt his cock bunch and harden at the point of release. She took him the deepest she could manage and hollowed her cheeks for maximum suction.

“Holy sweet fuck!” Gabe groaned as his cum geysered straight to the back of her throat. She swallowed as much as she could, licking him up and savoring every last drop of him. She swiped her tongue around his girth until he was spotless.

They were both breathing hard when she was done. She looked up at him. His hooded eyes looked down at her. His hand reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek.

“You okay?” he whispered.

Beatrice kissed him right at the sexy hollow of his pelvis; his still erect cock jerked in response. “Never better.”

“Sorry I didn’t warn you.”

“I know when you’re about to come, Gabe.”

He smirked. “I guess we went straight to dessert.”

“Yes, we did. Now I’m hungry for real food.” Beatrice pushed away from him, but he caught her hand.

“Babe.” His eyes searched hers as if gauging her mood. “Will you sleep with me tonight?”

Beatrice paused. She had made excuses about sleeping in the same bed because it was too intimate, too fast. She realized she didn’t have the same reservations she had two weeks ago when he had come home from the hospital.

She met his steady gaze. “I would love that.”

Frank Wilkes jogged leisurelyalong the length of the National Mall. There was a thin crowd of tourists who braved the nippy mid-January morning. He stopped by a bench and checked his shoelaces. A man in a trench coat approached the bench and sat a respectable distance away and flicked open a newspaper.

“Any news?” Wilkes asked the man.

“Not a peep from Benjamin Porter in almost two months.”

“He hasn’t made contact with his daughter?”

“Not from what I can glean.”

“This troubles me greatly. Someone’s been poking around in our Colombian operation, asking questions. We’ve already gotten rid of the senator’s uncle, and I’ve increased encryption around our project. I was hoping with Ryker’s death, they would lower their guard,” Wilkes replied, straightening up and jogging in place. “How’s our friend Sullivan?”

The man turned the pages on the paper. “He’s recovered enough to be guarding Ms. Porter again.”

Wilkes sighed. “I never intended to use her as a pawn. That was all on Ryker. However, I’m not above giving the admiral some incentive to come out of hiding. Will Sullivan be a problem when we execute Plan B?”

“I’ve thrown in enough issues to redirect everyone’s attention to Senator Mendoza. With Ryker dead and with not one attempt on either Ms. Porter or Sullivan in the last six weeks, I can say it won’t be too long before we’ll have a clear shot at her.”

“Good. Do what you have to do, Zach.” Wilkes drew his hoodie closer and took off on a brisk run.

10

There wasmuch chatter and ribbing in the brainstorming session at the BSI conference room. It was packed with security personnel; most of BSI’s team leads were present as well as their field agents. Beatrice just finished her presentation of job forecasts for the current fiscal year. She was fabulous. Gabe could get a hard-on just listening to her talk about threat matrixes, security protocols, and ambush preparedness. There was a lot of hooting when she told the story of how she busted the balls of a rival security consultant who tried to steal her client. He had a disgruntled feeling that half the men in the room were having the same lascivious thoughts as he was and that made him want to break something.

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