if he hadn’t been the one to bite me. It was his plan, the whole stupid genetic integration program.
“That’s exactly what I want, now that you mention it.” Yeah. He’s insatiable. Great, huh, to know he always wants you.
I was up off the bed, but that arrested my departure. I stretched, my back to him, knowing that would just turn him on more.
“Giselle.”
The blankets rustled. I looked over my shoulder at him. He’d pushed the covers off. Hard and ready, his cock throbbed, beckoning me to climb on. I stared at it for several minutes, debating the issue.
He watched me, but didn’t say anything. Maybe he noticed the way my nipples puckered up, or the way I got instantly wet at the thought of straddling him. I knew I could come in that position. Not that I really cared about that. Sometimes I just wanted to feel him inside of me, and know that he needed to put it in.
That I could ease that ache he felt.
There was an ache inside me at that moment. A need to be needed, to be fulfilled. A little bleakly, I let my gaze travel over him, from his cock to his face. I lifted one eyebrow and asked, “You want something from me?”
There was no question what he wanted. It was on his face, and in every tense part of his body.
“I’m not begging.”
He wasn’t, either. I knew, if I didn’t ease that ache, he’d ease it somewhere else. He was giving me the choice. I lifted my chin. How to go back to bed without losing something?
“That’s a shame. I think I’d like that.”
“Liar.” A little pissed, he said, “Get the fuck over here.”
That didn’t sit well. But most importantly, I couldn’t figure out what had gotten into him. He never treated me like that. The whole liar liar thing. What was up with that? I didn’t like it. I turned my back and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
What the hell was going on?
Liar. Last night. And now this morning. The accusation had been odd. Not playful, like usual. More--edgy, angry.
I couldn’t hide in the bathroom all day. I couldn’t do much in there at all, actually. I had no clothes, no makeup. So eventually, I opened the door and peeked out.
He was gone.
Chapter Four
I took a shower, found clean clothes. Yes, I had some there. Just not in the bathroom.
Instead of going to find him, I went back to the computer, and went through more flight lists. No. I didn’t stop to eat. At this point in time, I wanted one thing. To find Jack and Fera.
Getting pissier by the screen, I asked aloud, “Where the hell did you take her, Jack?”
Racking my brain for memory of anything he said that might give me a clue. Jack and I had spent some time together--yes, having sex. I decided to give up on the manifests and called down for security to bring me the video files on Jack. They were delivered on a cart.
Plopping onto the sofa in the apartment, I plugged in the first tape. Jack in the foyer, when I first met him. The next was Jack and I in the elevator as I brought him up. Just small talk, niceties. Not one damn clue to where he went.
The third one I watched was a meeting he had with Hood. I probably wouldn’t have been able to see that, if I hadn’t been in Hood’s apartment. I’m sure they thought I’d called for the tapes so he could review them.
The body language on the tape showed Hood tense. I didn’t really like the feeling I got from it, so I thumbed over the others. Hours and hours of Jack at Lobos had been recorded, but the one I really wanted to view wasn’t there.
Jack and me.
I rummaged around. If it wasn’t in the vault, it had to be there, in the apartment. It took me a while, but I finally found it. In the bottom drawer of Hood’s desk. Unlocked. Obviously
“That’s exactly what I want, now that you mention it.” Yeah. He’s insatiable. Great, huh, to know he always wants you.
I was up off the bed, but that arrested my departure. I stretched, my back to him, knowing that would just turn him on more.
“Giselle.”
The blankets rustled. I looked over my shoulder at him. He’d pushed the covers off. Hard and ready, his cock throbbed, beckoning me to climb on. I stared at it for several minutes, debating the issue.
He watched me, but didn’t say anything. Maybe he noticed the way my nipples puckered up, or the way I got instantly wet at the thought of straddling him. I knew I could come in that position. Not that I really cared about that. Sometimes I just wanted to feel him inside of me, and know that he needed to put it in.
That I could ease that ache he felt.
There was an ache inside me at that moment. A need to be needed, to be fulfilled. A little bleakly, I let my gaze travel over him, from his cock to his face. I lifted one eyebrow and asked, “You want something from me?”
There was no question what he wanted. It was on his face, and in every tense part of his body.
“I’m not begging.”
He wasn’t, either. I knew, if I didn’t ease that ache, he’d ease it somewhere else. He was giving me the choice. I lifted my chin. How to go back to bed without losing something?
“That’s a shame. I think I’d like that.”
“Liar.” A little pissed, he said, “Get the fuck over here.”
That didn’t sit well. But most importantly, I couldn’t figure out what had gotten into him. He never treated me like that. The whole liar liar thing. What was up with that? I didn’t like it. I turned my back and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
What the hell was going on?
Liar. Last night. And now this morning. The accusation had been odd. Not playful, like usual. More--edgy, angry.
I couldn’t hide in the bathroom all day. I couldn’t do much in there at all, actually. I had no clothes, no makeup. So eventually, I opened the door and peeked out.
He was gone.
Chapter Four
I took a shower, found clean clothes. Yes, I had some there. Just not in the bathroom.
Instead of going to find him, I went back to the computer, and went through more flight lists. No. I didn’t stop to eat. At this point in time, I wanted one thing. To find Jack and Fera.
Getting pissier by the screen, I asked aloud, “Where the hell did you take her, Jack?”
Racking my brain for memory of anything he said that might give me a clue. Jack and I had spent some time together--yes, having sex. I decided to give up on the manifests and called down for security to bring me the video files on Jack. They were delivered on a cart.
Plopping onto the sofa in the apartment, I plugged in the first tape. Jack in the foyer, when I first met him. The next was Jack and I in the elevator as I brought him up. Just small talk, niceties. Not one damn clue to where he went.
The third one I watched was a meeting he had with Hood. I probably wouldn’t have been able to see that, if I hadn’t been in Hood’s apartment. I’m sure they thought I’d called for the tapes so he could review them.
The body language on the tape showed Hood tense. I didn’t really like the feeling I got from it, so I thumbed over the others. Hours and hours of Jack at Lobos had been recorded, but the one I really wanted to view wasn’t there.
Jack and me.
I rummaged around. If it wasn’t in the vault, it had to be there, in the apartment. It took me a while, but I finally found it. In the bottom drawer of Hood’s desk. Unlocked. Obviously
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