Page 12 of Torqued Off

She lets go of my hand. “Does it have to do with that call?”

I nod lightly. “I’m F.B.I. and I’m on assignment.”

She backs up. “Like a Fed?”

“Yes. I was recruited after the military let me go. I have a…look…they needed to work into a certain criminal element.”

Her eyes dart around. “I heard you earlier. Well, Ioverheard parts…something’s going on with Deacon, right?”

“He’s the case.You’remy assignment. Bree, he wants you dead. I really can’t compromise my protection by…” I clear my throat.

“Fucking me?” she fills in the blank.

“Do you really think I wanted to fuck you?”

She steps back. “If you didn’t, that was damn good faking it.”

“I don’t fake anything, baby.”

“Except who you are.” She crosses her arms.

That one hurts, but I’ll take it. It’s not wrong. It’s just I wish she’d see that it’s not about me. It’s about her. What I do keeps her safe.

“Fine. I lied. But it still stands that if I make love to you, then I’ll be—”

“Whoa…” she holds up her hands. “Who the hell said we were ‘making love’?” The air quotes she ads around the two words aren’t necessary. “I was just looking for a good time, but if you’re by the book, fine.”

I chuckle. “Are you trying to goad me into having sex with you?”

Her face flashes crimson but she doesn’t deny it. “I’m just…I’m…I feel…Ugh!”

“Worked up?” I step closer. “Ready to rocket into the skies?” Closer. I drop my mouth to her ear and she holds her position. Strong-willed is my favorite color on a woman. “If I knew you were safe, I’d ram my cock inside of that tight pussy so hard that you’d be screaming from my first thrust and you’d see stars by the third.”

A shiver rolls through her. Her eyes roll up to me. “Sounds like an poor excuse to me, but if that’s what it takes. Let’s do this.”

I back away. “I said I can’t while—”

“I know, I know, while I’m in danger. So let’s take care of the danger problem.”

I tip my head and cross my arms. “And what exactly do you have in mind?”

“Do you know he’s here?”

“Yes. He made it into Kildare two days ago.”

Her mouth drops open. “Oh… huh.”

“Huh, what?”

“I swore I heard his bike two days ago at my apartment and then I thought I heard the door open when I was in the shower.”

I pull out my phone and text my boss with the info.

She walks past and I turn, wincing when the bullet graze stretches. Probably could use a couple stitches, but duty calls.

He texts back.

Samuels: We already found an explosive device in her closet. And two cameras in her bathroom.

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