Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“We should have kicked the fucking grandpas off the sofa and stayed at your place instead,” Falcon grumbled, leaning over to pick up one of the cats.
“If you tell me their names are Salt and Pepper, I’m going to—”
“This is Coolie, and that’s Gus.”
I stepped forward to pet Coolie’s head, murmuring to him before looking up at his handsome owner. “If by any chance you named your cats after C.M. Coolidge and Gustav Klimt, I will drop to my knees right this minute and blow you where you stand.”
Falcon plunked the cat onto the floor and reached for his zipper, a wide grin appearing on his face. “Open up, buttercup.”
How was it possible this special agent who’d been gunning for me almost five years had turned out to be my dream man?
I sank to my knees and batted my lashes at him, licking my lips and smacking my mouth in anticipation. “Gimme.”
Falcon’s rumbling laugh always went straight to my cock, and tonight, with his surprisingly warm and inviting home surrounding us, it was even more intense. He’d let me into his inner sanctum, something I knew he never would have done if he’d been playing me or trying to manipulate me for the purpose of his job.
This was real, just the two of us. And for one brief night, I was going to enjoy it to the limit.
I clasped my hands behind my back and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out in invitation and locking my gaze on him. His eyes darkened.
“I didn’t really mean it,” he said in a rough voice.
“I did.”
Falcon fished out his cock and smacked it against my tongue, reaching out with his other hand to clasp my chin. “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he murmured, continuing to paint my lips with his precum before feeding me the tip. I kept my eyes on his as I went to work, licking and sucking and worshipping him with all the gratitude I felt: gratitude for being with him tonight, for being with him at all, for caring enough about me to warn me against the Budapest mission, and finally for his trust in me to complete the job without getting caught.
Never in a million years had I expected this man who’d had so much bitterness toward me in the beginning to invite me into his life in such a personal way. Falcon’s home revealed the human side of him, a side I was sure he didn’t show to many people. I’d noticed worn-out slippers kicked off by the door, a little rainbow flag propped in a jelly jar of pens and pencils on a bookshelf, and a small plastic Eiffel Tower statue that proved he’d at some point succumbed to one of the street hawkers in any of the many tourist areas of the city.
This was the representation of the real Dirk Falcon, and I wanted to sneak around memorizing every square inch of it.
But first I wanted to swallow his cock and make him scream.
I reached out and grabbed his hands, putting them on the back of my head. He got the message quickly enough and began testing me with shallow thrusts at first until I lurched forward and took him into my throat, showing him what I’d meant.
After that, it was a frenzy. He groaned and thrust, fucking my mouth with increasing speed and depth until saliva dripped from my chin and the choking sounds from my throat heated up the entire room. I hoped the cats had run away long before this, but I didn’t know for sure.
Because throughout the whole thing, I kept my eyes on Falcon and he kept his on me.
It was the hottest blow job I’d ever given, and just as he was about to come, I pulled off him to take his load on my face. I’d never done anything like that before, even with Elek. I’d been attracted to Elek’s dominance, but never felt comfortable fully submitting to him.
With Falcon it was totally different. I had this strange desire to prove my submission to him, as if… as if showing him that while the first five years of our relationship had been under my control, it was his turn now.
He was in charge if he wanted to be. I was his for the taking.
After the last of his orgasm had painted my lips, I continued to stare up at him. His fingers had raked into my hair and continued to hold my head in a tight grip. I could tell by the look on his face he understood exactly what I’d been doing, what I’d been trying to tell him with my actions.
“Take off your clothes and get in my bed.”
I stood up and turned toward the hallway on the other side of the room, assuming his bedroom was that way, but he grabbed me and pulled me back, slamming his mouth onto mine in a searing kiss.