Page 45 of Sly Like a Fox
His name becomes a plea as I tug at his PJ pants, desperate to feel more of him.“Fenton...”
He moves lower, trailing kisses down my stomach while he grasps my hips.“Not yet.I want to taste you first.”
When his tongue traces my folds, I cry out with pleasure so intense it borders on overwhelming.His tongue dips inside me, and he works my clit and opening methodically, using his lips and tongue to bring me to the edge of climax before backing away, building the tension until I’m begging for release.He does that three times before I let out a sharp sound of annoyance.I whisper, my hands tangling in his hair.“Please, no more teasing.I need you.”
He grins, looking unrepentant.“Tell me what you want.”
I don’t have to hesitate as I move my hands to his shoulders, lightly kneading him with my nails.“Your cock inside me.All of you.”Making love with him in a bed, in the daylight, is so much different from last night’s frantic, more animalistic encounter.My fox is practically purring in my head as he shifts position, clearly planning to fulfill the promise instead of teasing me this time.
He spreads my legs and nestles between them, positioning his cock at my entrance while his intense attention holds mine.He grasps the base and guides it inside me as I arch my hips to meet him.When he enters deeply but slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size, I feel complete in a way that goes beyond physical satisfaction.
He pauses when he’s fully seated inside me, his voice rough with emotion.“I like this position better than last night since I can get deeper inside you and see your face.You feel incredible, like you were made for me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, lifting my hips to ensure he’s as deep as he can get.“I was.We were made for each other.”
The rhythm we establish is slow and deep, becoming more about connection than urgency.Each stroke brings us closer together emotionally as well as physically, healing the distance our argument created while reinforcing the bond that’s grown between us.
He changes the angle to hit spots that make me gasp with pleasure and dig my nails into his shoulders when his cock rubs against my clit through my walls.“I love how you feel around me and how you respond to my touch.”
“I love how you make me feel cherished and desired at the same time.”
Our lovemaking builds gradually, with layers of sensation and emotion combining until the physical pleasure becomes almost secondary to the emotional intimacy we’re sharing.When my climax finally hits, it’s not just physical release but emotional affirmation of everything we’ve built together.
He follows me over the edge moments later, my name on his lips as he comes inside me with an intensity that makes me feel treasured and claimed at the same time.
Afterward, we lie entwined in comfortable silence, processing both the physical satisfaction and the emotional resolution of our earlier argument.The evidence from last night’s operation remains in the other room, waiting for decisions about our future that feel less urgent now that we’ve reaffirmed our commitment to each other.
I trace patterns on his chest.“So, what do we do about Anklor’s invitation?”
“Let’s finish looking at what we actually gathered before we decide if we need to risk everything for more.”
We return to his office wearing the same comfortable clothes and attack the documents with systematic attention that our earlier emotional intensity prevented.The scope of evidence is remarkable.Financial records detail money laundering operations through multiple shell companies, communication logs showing bribes paid to judges, city officials, and federal regulators, and even recorded confessions tell of criminal conspiracy, probably kept as extortion, that will make conviction almost certain for some beyond Anklor.
I study a document that details kickbacks paid to federal judges.“This is more than enough to ensure Anklor’s conviction, plus enough evidence to bring down at least a dozen co-conspirators.”
Fenton points to a series of financial transfers that connect Anklor’s organization to corruption networks in three different states.“Look at this.These transactions show direct connections to criminal organizations we never suspected.”
As we review the intelligence methodically, a picture emerges of criminal activity far more extensive than either of us anticipated.It’s not just local corruption.Anklor has connections to organized crime, money laundering, and racketeering that cross state and federal jurisdictions.“With this evidence, federal prosecutors could dismantle his entire network without us needing to gather additional intelligence.”
Fenton nods, relief evident in his expression.“You’re right.The retreat might provide more details about future operations and other major players, but what we have is sufficient to ensure justice for everyone he’s harmed.”
We share a look of relief.We’ve achieved everything we set out to accomplish without needing to risk our lives in Anklor’s most dangerous environment.Visiting the lake house isn’t necessary to bring down Fenton’s nemesis.“We’re declining the invitation?”
He nods firmly, not looking at all sorry to pass up that opportunity.“We decline and work with law enforcement to ensure this evidence reaches the right prosecutors.”
I curl against his side, finally able to relax completely for the first time since this mission began.“I’m proud of what we accomplished, but I’m prouder of how we handled the decision about the lake house.”
He grins.“Almost like responsible adults.”
I roll my eyes and nudge him.“Let’s not get crazy.”
Chapter 14
Fenton
Thedayafterourdecision to abandon the retreat plan, having spent most of the day organizing the evidence between moments of making love, Jenna and I work together to securely distribute the evidence we’ve gathered against Anklor’s corruption network.
Organizing this information for maximum impact required calculated thinking.We couldn’t just dump everything on law enforcement and hope for the best.Anklor’s corruption network includes contacts throughout local police departments, the district attorney’s office, and even federal agencies.Presenting evidence through the wrong channels could result in suppression, destruction, or advanced warning that would allow targets to flee or eliminate witnesses.
