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I paused, my cock completely sheathed in her dripping wet pussy. My balls tight ready for release, I shifted my hips a fraction and was rewarded with a moan.
“I love it when you do that,” I whispered back. Then brushed my lips against the warm skin of her neck, “I love you.”
“Are we moving too fast?” she asked, again there was hesitation in her voice.
“Maybe yes, maybe no. But I think we’ve both been through enough to know what we want out of life. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
After that there were no more words, I started moving inside her, feeling the heat of her pussy gripping me tight as I thrusted deep. I dropped my hand down between us, pressing my thumb against her clit and letting the rhythm of our bodies dictate the strokes I gave her. Her body instantly reacted to my demand, her pussy tightening around me as if she was stroking my cock, and her entire body started to tremble as we clung to each other, gasping for breath.
“God, yes.” She raised her hips to meet mine, moaning as she got closer. I was holding my own release back, but seeing her like this, caught in the moment and filled with desire was testing all my powers of control, it was like sensory overload.
She was coming undone, so caught up in the moment. Little moans and breathy gasps escaping her lips.
“Come for me, Emma,” I breathed against her neck, as I thrusted deep into her, my fingers rubbing her clit.
That was all it took to send her over the edge, the noises she made as she came, her whole body convulsing around me, her fingers digging into my skin as she cried out in pleasure, erased what little control I had left. I felt my balls tightening and my cock swelling even thicker as I cried out unable to hold off my release any longer. I came with her, inside her, and through my pleasure I could hear her calling my name.
***
Six hours after Emma told me her plan, I was in an excellent mood. Not simply because of Emma’s contribution, of course, or my time with her, nor our late-night confessions of love. Of course, all of that put a spring in my step, but on top of that, it looked like her plan had worked.
It was raining again outside, odd, warm rain that had just started, and had the greasy smell from the smog and street still carried on it. I drove toward Santa Monica, my body relaxed but my mind was racing.
“Tell me what we’ve got, I’m on my way,” I told Alexei over speakerphone as I drove. I had to struggle not to rush, to remember that Californians turned into idiots whenever there were hazardous road conditions, to remember to keep my wits about me.
But right now, both sides of my nature were at their strongest, full of happiness and hope on the one hand, and triumphant and blood-hungry on the other.
Alexei’s voice was low, steady, and full of anger and excitement. “It’s Sergei my damn server guy. He wasn’t even on the list of guys who used to be friends with Igor. If I hadn’t thought to look at whose daughter he’s married to, I wouldn’t even have tested him.”
“Who’s his father-in-law?”
“Maksim.”
I let out an incredulous laugh. “Fuck. Good catch! So, he sent the message?”
“Yes. Igor now thinks we’re arranging a sensitive meeting with one of the cartels in a week. If Sergei doesn’t know where he is, one of the guys we grab when he sends them in to ruin it will.” He laughed bitterly. “I swear to God, I want to kick that fucker’s ass myself right now.”
“Hold on just a little longer for me, Alexei,” I soothed him, but understood every ounce of his vitriol. “Any signs of potential accomplices? I want to see how far this goes.”
“Not yet, but we should probably still interrogate him. You know, just in case.”
“Yes, just in case.” I’m going to kick Sergei’s ass up between his teeth, and I am going to thoroughly enjoy it.
It didn’t take me long to get there, even though I passed even more accidents on the way. Santa Monica sat under a blanket of mist, raindrops falling through it to splash on my windshield. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the building or the lot around it. I pulled into a parking space up close to the building, pocketed my phone, and focused on keeping my cool as I got out.
I still reached under my jacket and unsnapped the keeper on my shoulder holster before walking inside.
Everyone was working as usual. A few of his programmers and data guys looked up as I walked in, blinking in mild confusion or curiosity. I walked past them, looking around for Alexei.
No puppy tonight. He probably left her home in case there was trouble. That was convenient. I didn’t want anything innocent to get caught up in what I planned to do to this man.
Alexei came out to meet me, and I saw him reach under his own leather jacket and heard the snap of his keeper. He jerked his chin toward a cubicle in the corner, next to the server room. I nodded, and walked over there while he trailed after me.
Sergei was, supposedly, a brilliant and talented computer man. He was the sort that I would have considered an asset, had he not betrayed us all. But now that he had, he was one hundred percent a liability. And Alexei, baby face, soft heart and all, knew what we did with liabilities.
Sergei lounged at his desk, his back turned partly to us, light from his three screens reflecting off his glasses. He was watching scrolling columns of numbers, some kind of search. I took my eyes off his work and focused on the man. “Sergei.”
He jumped slightly and knocked his mouse off the edge of the desk, then retrieved it and set it back down. “Boss! Didn’t know you’d be dropping by tonight.”