Page 55 of Covert Operation
Or a request.
Doesn’t matter.
Whatever she wants, I’ll give it to her.
Whatever she’s offering…
It’s mine.
TWENTY-THREE
SAVANNAH
I WAS EXPECTING Zeke to pretend like nothing happened between us last night. Figured he’d act as if everything was the same. That the line he tried to put between us would be wider and darker than before.
My expectation was incorrect, and I couldn’t be happier.
Zeke’s warm breath ruffles my hair, his lips moving against my skin as he says, “You smell so fucking good.” Strong arms curl around me, pulling my body closer. “How’d you sleep last night?”
My skin flushes hot. When I think of last night, sleep is not what races to the front of my mind. “I slept really well.” My breath hitches as Zeke nips at the spot just under my ear. “You?”
“Better than I’ve slept in years.” His hands drift across my stomach, staying irritatingly far from the areas that would really benefit from his attention. “Even though you drooled on me.”
I gasp, spinning to face him. “I did not.”
His usually flat mouth curves into a smirk. “You did.” One hand leaves my body so he can point at a spot on his uninjured shoulder. “Right here.”
I feel like I should be embarrassed about it, but I’m not. Instead, I find myself smiling along with him because he almost seems happy my spit was on his skin.
That flush from before slaps me in the face again and my eyes drop as I envision other places he might be happy to have my spit on his skin.
“Fucking hell.” Zeke scrubs a hand over his face. “I’m gonna need you to not look at me like that ten minutes before we have to get on a call with Pierce.” He turns me toward the bathroom. “Go finish getting ready before we end up late.” Then he swats me on the butt.
I jump a little, taking a couple steps before peeking back at him. Zeke is turning away, eyes lifting to the ceiling as he mumbles something under his breath. One big hand moves to the front of his pants, gripping his cock tight to shift it away from the zipper.
I lick my lips as my belly clenches. What would it be like to have Zeke at my mercy? To have him mindless and lost because of me?
I think maybe I would like to find out.
“Eight minutes, Savannah.” Zeke’s reminder sends a frustrated sigh sailing through my lips as I stalk into the bathroom.
Working quickly, I pull back the front of my hair, tying a ribbon around the band to hide it. Then I sweep on a little blush and bronzer, pencil in the upper arch of my eyebrows, and brush on a coat of mascara. I walk out just as Zeke is setting up his laptop,angling it on the desk in the corner. The upholstered chair has been pulled up to the desk beside the office-style chair.
Zeke motions to the plush, cushiony option. “You sit here.”
I take my place and notice the small table from outside is right next to me, with what remains of my coffee and a bottle of water set on top. Zeke settles into the office chair next to me. One arm starts to drape across the back of my seat before falling away as another window opens on the screen in front of us.
Pierce looks just as put together as always, but the lines around his eyes seem more pronounced. Like he’s tired. “I take it you arrived safely?”
I side-eye Zeke, happy to let him take the lead on this since he’s more experienced at dealing with Pierce. Especially since something seems off this morning. Not only with Pierce’s appearance, but also with the tight way he questioned the blatantly obvious.
“You know we did.” Zeke relaxes back in his seat, studying the owner of Alaskan Security, likely making the same observations I did.
We’re going to have a lot to talk about when this meeting is over, and I can’t wait to hear Zeke’s thoughts.
“I’ve scheduled a few showings for you this morning. The locations are varied and each would require different improvements, but I think they all have potential.” Pierce launches into his requirements for this perfect property he expects us to not only locate, but also acquire.
An hour later, Zeke closes the laptop, his annoyance written all over his face. “That was a waste of time.”