Page 26 of Target Me
I was going to have to report in to General Walker when we returned to the house. The stalker activity was escalating, and I was going to have to reevaluate my security regime. This person was skilled. Experienced in a way that made me wonder if I was dealing with someone with a military background. Had the General pissed someone off somewhere along the way? Perhaps it had nothing to do with his current political aspirations and everything to do with a past grievance. Shit.
I mulled over everything I knew of the case so far, analyzing every detail to the point of paranoia. The slamming of a door broke me from my musings some immeasurable time later. Avery was halfway up the drive, waving at Bear. The woman had no sense of self preservation. Cursing, I threw myself out of Bear’s truck after her, determined to get ahead of her and sweep the house so she wouldn’t be jumped the second she got inside.
“Wait here,” I muttered, pointing at the stoop and sliding past her into the house.
Systematically working through the house, I cleared each room thoroughly, especially the library on the second floor. After checking her attic hideaway, I jogged downstairs, ready to let her know things were safe, to find her sitting at the kitchen counter, coffee in hand, chatting with Luciana as she kneaded dough.
“Have you forgotten someone tried to kill you this morning? You were supposed to wait on the stoop.”
Avery hid a grin behind her coffee cup as Luciana snorted. “It seemed a little exposed on the street. I’m more than safe with Luciana here, anyway. We’re protecting each other while we chat, right?”
Luciana gave a sharp nod as she continued to work the dough.
Who knew protecting one woman would be a harder task than fighting the enemy on their own turf? Then again… maybe that was how I needed to start thinking of this assignment. It was sexual warfare, the likes of which I was loathe to admit I found intriguing. Whether it was genuine attraction, or a way to strike out at her father, Avery had decided I had a target on my back. She was gunning for me, and I was losing the will to resist the game. Fuck.
Rather than engage in the current battle, I excused myself to the General’s office to submit a progress report.
“Any reason you called this check in three hours early, Tanner? Don’t tell me my daughter is being difficult.”
“Ah, no, Sir. We have had a possible escalation in the threat, though.”
I explained the situation with Avery’s car and my suspicions regarding tampering. I began a report on Avery’s medical condition only to be cut off by the General.
“Have there been any other incursions onto my property? Any sign of breaches on the house?”
“No, sir. Avery’s car has been parked on the street outside of the fence line. All cameras are present and in working order. I’ve had no indication the individual has been closer than the front gate. We have no footage of anyone tampering with the car, but the mechanics are calling as soon as they have a definitive explanation for the brake failure.”
A soft click diverted my attention from the General’s reply. Avery stood with her back against the door, a smirk on her face warning her bratty side was out to play.
Eyes locked on mine, she crossed her hands at her front, gripping the hem of her t-shirt and whipping it over her head in a smooth move, revealing a tight black sports bra. The zip at the front had slipped throughout the day, revealing a mouth-watering glimpse of cleavage. I wanted to bury my face in it.
Avery smirked, as though reading my mind, and shimmied her pants down over her hips, stepping out of the fabric as she sauntered across the room.
“Yes, sir,” I muttered in response to the upward inflection I heard on whatever the General had just asked.
“Are you listening, Tanner?” The General’s whip-like voice tore my attention back to the computer screen in front of me as Avery sank to her knees and crawled under the desk.
“Sorry, Sir. Just, ah… distracted.”
“I can’t afford to have you distracted. Get your head in the game, son.”
A thump and a muffled curse came from below the desk. My little hen had grown tired of waiting, it seemed.
“My head’s where it needs to be, Sir. I assure you.”
At least… it was about to be. My dick stiffened as a small hand wrapped around my ankle. Shit. I should have put an end to the call and punished Avery for being so presumptuous, but the thought of her lips… Hell, the idea of her sucking me off while her father spoke to me, completely oblivious, was too tempting to resist.
“I’m investigating a couple of possible leads on the identity of the stalker, and I’m expecting a sitrep from the mechanics any minute.”
Out of sight of the camera, Avery moved in between my knees and ran both hands up the inside of my thighs. Her thumbs brushed over my balls and up the length of my twitching erection.
Fucking tease.
Nodding in agreement to whatever the General was demanding, I tangled a hand through her hair and pulled her face tight against my crotch, smothering her for a long minute. When I let her breathe, she didn’t move her face right away, opting instead to graze her teeth over my sack. She was going to do that again on bare skin. I’d make sure of it. Without breaking eye contact with her father on the screen, I gripped her chin tightly with one hand and worked my zipper with the other, freeing myself and guiding her face toward my tip.
“There’s no margin for error here, Tanner. The campaign is about to start, and I don’t want to see anything in the media about my fuckup of a daughter.”
The suckling on my head paused, and without giving her time to overthink what her father had said, I thrust into her mouth so deep I felt her gag. Fuck, that felt good.
