stunned gasp. His supervisor continued to gape at him as if his jaw hinges had broken. Jonah pivoted and headed toward the building. That’s when he noticed Avery and several other agents and staff members observing his altercation with Trexler. Most wore shocked expressions, while others looked smug. Did they consider Jonah standing up to Trexler as his “Hulk out” moment? Were they calculating their office pool winnings? Jonah’s gaze finally landed on Avery, who was leaning against his car, smiling his approval. Avery’s opinion was the only one he cared about. Jonah winked playfully at his feisty intern without breaking stride. Once inside the building, he greeted the people who hadn’t witnessed the altercation with a serene smile and head nod. He wondered how long it would take for word to spread throughout the building. Like wildfire, not long.
Jonah found a bag of Caramel Bugles waiting for him in the middle of his desk. He dropped into his chair and immediately tore into the bag. “Breakfast of champions,” he said before digging in.
Predictably, Avery didn’t follow immediately behind him. It was Monday morning, after all, and there would be a ton of gossip for him to enjoy. Jonah was halfway through typing his resignation before his intern entered his office. He imagined every Tom, Dick, and Harriet stopped Avery to talk about what transpired in the parking lot.
“Good morning, Jonah.” Avery’s professional voice was so different from the one that called out Jonah’s name in pleasure over the weekend. Jonah wanted so badly to add to the climax count but wouldn’t risk it. For all they knew, Malcolm had planted cameras in Jonah’s office.
Even so, Jonah couldn’t resist crooking his finger at Avery. “Good morning, Avery.” There was no disguising the warmth in his voice or the significance of Jonah pushing back his chair and patting his thighs. Just a few kisses wouldn’t hurt.
Avery locked the door and crossed the room, skirting around the desk until he reached Jonah’s chair. Jonah wondered about the logistics of where arms and legs would go for Avery’s comfort, but his intern demonstrated how often he’d fantasized about sexy times with Jonah in the office. Avery pushed the buttons on the outside of the armrests, which lowered them enough to enable Avery to straddle Jonah’s waist.
“You were magnificent,” Avery said once he settled comfortably on Jonah’s lap.
“You think so? I wish I hadn’t let Trexler get a rise out of me,” he said, not bothering to keep the desire out of his voice. Let Malcolm think he was too preoccupied with Avery to mount forces against him. Jonah ran his nose alongside Avery’s neck, breathing in his fresh scent and detecting faint hints of his favorite spicy tea. Avery wiggled his ass against Jonah’s rising erection. Jonah nipped his neck to discourage Avery, but it had an adverse effect. Avery gasped and bucked, making Jonah’s eyes roll back in his head.
“The jerk had it coming.”
“He did,” Jonah agreed.
“Oh, I owe you twenty bucks,” Avery said.
Jonah knitted his brows. “Why?”
“Bill and Ashley are back together again,” Avery replied.
“Jesus.”
“I don’t have any cash on me, so do you think we could work out some kind of exchange?” Avery waggled his brows.
Jonah cupped Avery’s head and pulled that luscious mouth closer. If this was going to be his last day working for the GBI, Jonah planned to make it a real humdinger. “I think we can work something out.”
Just a few kisses. Just a few kisses. Just a few…
Avery pressed his mouth against Jonah’s, and the rest of the world disappeared along with his conviction. Jonah would’ve liked to think he’d have stopped before the clothes came off if his desk phone hadn’t rung, startling them apart.
They stared at each other for a few heartbeats before Jonah recovered enough of his faculties to answer the phone.
“Agent St. John,” he said.
“Welcome back, Jonah.” Charlie Malcolm’s voice was warm, friendly, and familiar. The reaction it stirred within Jonah was the exact opposite. He wouldn’t let this man fuck with his head anymore.
“Good morning, sir,” Jonah replied. To beat a duplicitous son of a bitch, you had to become one. No one would know from his pleasant tone that he was planning to take this man down in ten hours.
“How are you feeling?” the deputy director asked in his best Uncle Charlie voice.
“I’m fine, sir. I don’t even have a slight headache.”
“Great news, Jonah. I’m glad to hear it. Have the police found a suspect yet?”
“No, sir. I didn’t