"I know. I know." Any moment now I was going to stop. That’s what I told myself as I kissed along her jaw and the hollow of her neck.

  Reaching up, Tabatha wound her arms around my neck and tangled her fingers into the hair at my nape. Gently, she tugged me down and molded her lips to mine. I hissed an intake of breath just before sliding my hands down to her ass, drawing myself closer to her.

  She took control of the kiss. This time, she drew my tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it and slid hers over mine, telling me what she wanted with her tongue.

  My hands slid under the soft fabric of her blouse. When I captured her breast in my hand, she moaned into my mouth, and the sound was the sweetest thing I’d heard all day.

  “Jesus, Tabatha. You make me want to lose control.”

  “Control is overrated.”

  Gently, I circled the tip of her nipple with my thumb making it tighten and pebble as she fought for breath. “God, I love how responsive you are.” My erection pressed insistently into her belly as I devoured her lips and stroked her breast.

  “You dragged me in here. Are we going to talk or are you going to put that very nice erection to good use?”

  Reaching between us, she tugged on my belt, fumbling with my button and grinning with satisfaction when it gave way. Sliding her hands into my cargos, she closed her fingers around me. My low growl and muttered curse gave her a boost of confidence.

  “Mmm, butterfly, maybe that’s not the best idea right now. I’ve been ready to explode since this morning.”

  She didn’t listen. Instead, she rubbed her thumb over my crown. My fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, and I muttered curses through clenched teeth as she pumped me slowly.

  “You’re so big.” She stroked my thickness, her thumb and middle finger barely touching.

  “Now you’re just adding flattery to sooth the torture.” My hips bucked, pushing me further into her palm. A drop of precum oozed out of the wide tip, lubricating her palm.

  “You got to taste me. I think it’s only fair that I taste you too.”

  “Fuck, Tabatha.”

  “Yeah?”

  “You’re killing me.” Kneeling in front of me, she held onto the full length of me with both hands and pumped in slow, fluid movements. My legs shook as I focused all my attention on her.

  When she added her mouth, circling the tip of me, I groaned her name and dug my fingers into her hair, tugging gently. Using her tongue to help lubricate me, she slid her mouth over the entire length of me, then ever-so-slowly inched back. Every time I hit the back of her throat, she relaxed her throat muscles, taking me even deeper.

  My fingers dug into her hair, and I fought the urge to thrust my hips. My breathing turned ragged as she tugged me deeper into her throat, challenging me to hold back.

  Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore pleasure, Tabatha changed tactics. She flattened her tongue and ran it from the base of me to the tip before taking in as much of my length as she could manage. With each pump, a low growl vibrated through my chest, pushing me closer to the edge.

  Desperate for release, I grabbed ahold of her shoulders and tried to pull away. But she held on tight, refusing to let go until I lost control. She moved faster, sucking harder while stroking my length with her hand. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore pleasure, she added an extra twist with her tongue.

  She repeated the motion, and time stood still as I cursed her name. With one hand, she cupped my balls, gently massaging them. When she began to work the ridge directly under the tip with her tongue, I jerked her away. “Butterfly, fuck, you have to stop, otherwise, I’m coming in your mouth.” She pulled back and gave me a devilish smile.

  “Isn’t that the point?”

  “Not when I’m desperate to fuck you,” I ground out, struggling for control.

  “There you go, ruining my fun again,” she muttered. “I promise, you can spend as much time as you want torturing me later. Right now, I have other plans.” She stood and swayed a little.

  “Let me help you.” I turned her around and settled her over my desk. “I’ve been thinking of doing this since this I kissed you in here.”

  “Just how many times did you imagine fucking me in this office, Gabe? Inquiring minds and all.”

  I caressed her legging-clad ass that showed a fascinating strip of skin just above the waistline. “Your skin is so gorgeous. The color of cinnamon. One day when I have more time, I’m going to spend a whole day playing with you.”

  I gave her a quick tap on the ass, and she squealed. I did it again with my left hand, and she squirmed and moaned.

  Tabatha shook as I stripped her leggings down. The anticipation rippled through her as she heard me removing the rest of my clothes behind her. Finally, I stood behind her with both hands on her ass. “Widen your legs for me, sweetheart.”

  Legs shaking, she complied. I knelt behind, her, leaned forward, then licked her lips. She let out a low keening sound. “Let me take care of you, butterfly,” I whispered as I ran my hands up the backs of her thighs.

  She sighed and forced her body to relax, allowing her thighs to fall open some more. My fingers teased and slid until they found the nub of pleasure at the apex of her sex. A shudder rippled through her as I explored it further before pushing a finger inside. Withdrawing and pushing in again, each time a little faster than before.

  She gasped and moaned as my thumb replaced my finger and found the spot that sent sparks through her entire body. With the tip of my tongue and then my lips, I showered it with attention until pleasure was all she knew. As I feasted on her again, my thumb traced a path from the opening of her cleft, over the stretched skin between her pussy and her anus, spreading her juices over her unexplored hole. She stilled and tensed.

  I stopped, placing a soft kiss on one cheek. “It's okay, baby, I'm only playing with you today. Do you want me to stop?”

  She shook her head, and I could feel the tension ebb out of her body. “N-no.”

  I continued my ministrations, licking her slit as she rocked her hips back against me. She was already so close. “Gabe, hurry, please.”

  She wanted to hurry? Not likely. But I was past my desperate point. With a final lick, I stood behind her and guided the tip of my cock to her slick entrance. “No condoms,” I gritted out through my teeth.

  Just feeling her heat against me was enough to shoot me right to the edge. Fuck. I wanted to be inside her before I came. I notched my cock against her heat and waited for her permission.

  “Please,” she whispered. “I’m on the pill. I just need you.”

  “Fuck you are so bloody perfect.” I had to hold my breath and pray for some bloody control. I’d never fucked without a condom. It was a rule. One I didn’t dare break. But Tabatha… Fuck, she had me breaking all the rules.

  It felt like I was entering a furnace. She was so damn hot and wet that I could barely keep from coming right away. And then, inch by inch, with a measured control that made my eyes narrow, I slid into her. I took it as slow as I dared. My dick felt like it was expanding. I could feel the panting of her breath as she took each inch of me. I watched her grip on the edge of the desk getting tighter and tighter with every movement.

  When she clenched tight around my cock, I retreated, just a little. Enough to give her a little friction and release some pressure. When she loosened again, I slid in further. We continued this dance until I was fully seated inside her pussy. Eventually, I filled her completely, and she let out a low moan of pleasure. I began to move, slowly at first before building up speed as we both found our rhythm. The tension in her body coiled higher and higher.

  Sweat popped out on my brow as I slowly retreated a few inches and slid back again. I wanted to do nothing but fuck her for hours and hours and hours. The tight glove of her silken walls milked my cock, and I tried in vain to ward off the orgasm. Tabatha arched her back and moaned. Anxious to have her come with me, I secured her hips to me and reached under her to pluck the tip of one nipple and her clit. She shuddered and clamped down around me.

  Jesus. I pinched one of her nipples again, and she swore. I kissed her shoulder blade and whispered, “Touch yourself for me, butterfly. Help me. Show me exactly how to touch you, love. Show me what to do to make you come.” She reached underneath herself, and I could feel her pussy quiver around me the moment her fingers joined mine and started circling her clit.

  I bit into her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, and she called out my name. “Oh, God, Gabe… Yes, God, there. Please there.” I drove into her with that same measured pace. I wanted to ride her hard, but I didn't want to hurt her. Gritting my teeth, I wet my thumb with more of her slick juices and circled it around her tight pucker once more.

  I could feel the muscles around my finger contracting as I rubbed circles around her tight entrance before pushing against it gently and slipping inside just slightly before retreating back again. Her grip on the edge of the desk was so tight that she almost cracked it in two as each circle of strokes brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

  My fingers worked faster in tandem with the thrusts of my hips as we both sped toward our climax.

  I watched in wonder as the rosette quivered under my touch. I rubbed again and again, and each time, her whole body convulsed and she pushed back against my invading cock. Gently, I pushed my thumb, and she went perfectly still beneath me. I withdrew my thumb again before reinserting to the first knuckle. Beneath me, she gasped my name.

  "Oh my God, Gabe. Please. More."

  “That's it, baby. Take it. Feel how tight you are. Focus on the sensations. I can make you feel good if you let me. I’ve been dreaming of your ass since I first laid eyes on you.”

  “Gabe, I… need more… please.”

  I withdrew my thumb again, in time with my cock, then penetrated her once more in both tight holes. She moaned and pushed her hips back against me. As her breathing grew more rapid, the leash on my control waned. I increased my pace, and she met me thrust for thrust.

  Her walls glided over every ridge of me as I drove into her and her ass tried to hold onto my thumb. I felt the spasms of the walls in her slick channel and knew she would come around me at any moment. Releasing her breast, I reached up and caressed her lower lip. “Come on, Tabatha. Let go for me. I’ll catch you.” With a scream, she bucked and shook.

  Her violent orgasm trapped both my cock and my thumb inside her body. Her groan of ecstasy reverberated around us, bouncing off the walls. A gray haze filtered on the periphery of my vision as my balls tightened.

  My orgasm started in my toes then worked up around my spine. Tingles snaked through my body until I was driving with no other thought except emptying myself inside her. Through the haze, I heard her whimpered moan of my name and I fell straight into oblivion.

  The violent orgasm left us both breathless and shaking in its wake. I stayed inside her for a few more moments with me panting and bent over her back before slowly withdrawing my thumb, followed by my cock. We lay there for a few minutes afterwards until our breathing had returned to normal and our pulses had slowed down.

  "It's official; you are trying to kill me," I whispered.

  30

  Tabatha

  It wasn't that I was hiding from Saff exactly. It's just that I was completely hiding from Saff.

  After what Gabe and I had just done in his office, I should be hiding. I throbbed just thinking about him, the way he'd watched as he'd slid inside me, his thumb on my clit, the concentration on his face. But my favorite part was the look on his face when I'd squeezed around him and he lost all ability to control himself.

  This was dangerous. Not only could we get caught, but how was I supposed to keep from falling for him?

  I headed straight down for the showers. I needed to get a training session in this evening anyway. But before I could even make it to the locker room, I heard her familiar voice. "Hey, where are you going?"

  I whirled around, plastering a big smile on my face. "Hey, you."

  "That’s it? Hey, you? Weren't we supposed to have drinks last night?"

  I blinked slowly. Last night, last night. Oh, fuck. "I just had some things I had to do for the job. I was knackered. Passed out."

  "I texted you."

  "Sorry. Woke up and had to go back on a brunch date. Just got here. I want to wash off the slime of potential terrorist."

  "Oh yeah, how is it going with him anyway?"

  “Tate? Fine. He’s applying pressure to shag me, but nothing I can’t handle.”

  “And my idiot brother is behaving himself?” she asked as she scooped up her braids with one hand then piled them on top of her head before securing them.

  She followed me down toward the locker rooms, and I knew she was going to ask why I was showering now when I was about to go into a sparring session with some new recruits in a couple of hours. "I'm fine. He's just being Gabe, but then we knew that. Not a surprise."

  "Yep, not a surprise at all." She stopped me before I could go in the locker room. "Hey, we okay? We haven't talked much since the wedding, then you started this mission and I just feel like I don’t even know what is going on with you these days and I just want to be there for you. I know Gabe can be a prick."

  My heart squeezed because I knew this was Saff trying to be there for me. She would drop everything and listen to me go on, and on, and on, about her brother. And she would only make the wincing face if I described his cock, because it needed a description. Look, the thing needed its own postcode.

  But Saff didn't need to know all that.

  "The whole undercover thing is fucking with me, and it's hard to maintain the two lives. I'm just trying to keep my head in the game."

  She watched me. "You're lying about something."

  Goddamn it. "Saff, really?"

  She shrugged. "You're hiding something. Something that's not related to this or your sister. I want to know what it is."

  I frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about. I have already come clean." Except I could feel Gabe’s cum leaking out of me.

  "This isn't a come clean scenario, dude, I just want to help. Show me how to help you."

  I knew what she wanted, but I just couldn't tell her.

  What would she say? How would she respond? I knew she would tell me to be careful. Maybe she'd be disappointed.

  Would she though? You know you're not supposed to be doing this. You know that this is a bad idea for all kinds of reasons. But you're doing it anyway. And you haven't told your best friend. Of course, she's going to notice it.

  "I swear, nothing is going on, Saff. This has all just been a little wild, you know?"

  She placed a hand on her hip. "Do you remember with Lock, the way I dragged you into a closet and spilled everything to you?"

  My stomach fell. Fuck, she knew. "Yeah."

  "I remember you being the only person on earth I could think of to turn to. And I know that things are different now with Lock and me being married. But you promised me that after the wedding you wouldn't get all weird and distance yourself. And that's exactly what you're doing, and it sucks."

  She was right. But she couldn’t know about this. This had major consequences. It wasn’t like her and Lock. Gabe was my boss. Head of one of the most secret and elite spy organizations in the world. "Honey, I don’t mean to, okay? Everything is just so different, and I want to be a good friend. We just have to navigate in the relationship."

  The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. It must have sounded bitter to her too because Saff was not buying it.

  Note to self: learn to lie better.

  I wanted nothing more than to tell Saff all of it, to beg her to listen to me, to give me advice. This was her brother, and like a fool, even though I told myself that I had rules, that we were not going to fuck in the office, there I was, called in for a briefing about my date.

  And he'd been pissed. Hell, I'd been pissed.

  Had I kissed Jennings? No.

  Had Jennings tried to kiss me? Yes.

  Was Gabe pissed about it? Yes.

  Had he taken it out on me in the most delicious ways? Also yes.

  But this was not healthy. I needed help. I needed fucking advice. But what would I tell her? 'Hey, remember that time I started shagging your brother and I didn't tell you after keeping another secret about my sister?'

  Fuck.

  And this was Gabe's job. Saff's legacy. I didn't exactly have anywhere to go when this went wrong.

  "I promise, this has nothing to do with you and Lock. I'm obviously ecstatic for the two of you. We still haven't talked honeymoon, not a bit."

  She still regarded me with suspicion but dropped it. "I know. We have a lot to catch up on."

  "Look, how about tonight? You will have to come to Tabatha Bracknell’s place, for wine, Chinese… Ooh, I can make a curry."

  Saff winced. "You know, it's better you don't."

  "Look, it won't be my old place, my normal place, but if you come over I'll get to be me for a night. How's that?"

  Saff nodded. "Still not letting you cook, but we can order from the curry spot around the corner."

  "You have a deal. I love you, and I’m sorry I haven't talked to you sooner."

  Saff frowned. "Don't worry about me. I'm worried about you. I don't want you bottling things up. I know that you tend to think that you can handle everything on your own. I'm just trying to remind you that you have a bestie. And married or not, she will ditch her husband any day of the week for you."

  I grabbed her into a tight hug. "I love you."

  "I love you too." She held on tight and then winced at me. "Are you using a new shampoo?"

  I blinked slowly then backed away. "No, why?"

  "Your hair smells different."

  Fuck, I smelled like Gabe, probably. "Um, maybe it's Tabatha Bracknell’s perfume. Don't you like it?"

  She shrugged. "I don't know. It's okay, I guess. It's just different."

  I gave her a wan smile. "Let me go grab a quick shower."

  She gave me a wave and then turned around. "Don't we have training in a few hours?"