Fuck, yes, I'm ready. Just his words make me want to come again.
“Yes baby,” I moan into his ear. With hard thrusts I feel the hot cum spurt into me. My senses in overdrive, it seems to last forever. The thrusts slow down, his breathing labored and heavy against me. Our chests heave as we try and catch our breaths. He keeps most of his weight off me, propped up on one elbow. His hands go to my hair as he caresses the top of my head.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear before trailing kisses up my cheek to my lips. I place my hands on either side of his face, kissing him back.
“I love you, too,” I whisper back, feeling like I could start crying again. God, this man has made me an emotional mess.
He settles in beside me, pulling me into his strong arms and kissing the top of my head. I wrap my hands around his waist and lay my head on his chest. I can hear the hard thumping of his heart. It starts to slow to a steady rhythm as he relaxes.
“Can I ask you a few things?” he whispers. These are going to be uncomfortable questions by the way his voice sounds. I will tell him whatever he needs to know. I will not hide anything and hopefully it will make him more at ease.
“Yes,” I whisper back.
“I have to confess something,” he says. The way I am lying on his chest I can't see his face so I stay silent and let him talk. “I looked up Chico Alverez on the internet. He was a very attractive man,” he says like a question, pretty much asking me if I agree.
“Yes, and he was also suave. He had a way with words. That is how he got so many followers. Men and women worshipped him,” I respond honestly.
“So when you were...having sex,” he stumbles with his words, “Did you enjoy it?”
“Do you know that when you kiss me, Justin, I am instantly aroused? My body aches, my insides turn to mush, and my panties are usually soaked within seconds.” I'm trying to explain the difference the best way I know how. “With Chico, it was not like that at all. It was like a chore, something I didn't want to do but had to. It was uncomfortable and totally one sided. I shut my emotions off and was a robot.”
“Did you spend the whole night with him, actually sleep in the same bed, I mean?” I crook my neck so I can see his face. It's dark enough that I can't see his eyes. His head is back against the pillow and his arm is around me, his hand squeezing my shoulder.
“Chico usually fell asleep as soon as he was done. I would sneak out every time,” I answer, laying my head back down on his chest. “I had my own room in his mansion. When I could I would leave, especially if there was something that—” I stop suddenly, hating the thought of this and don't want to tell him.
“What?” Justin asks, hearing in my voice that there is something else.
“I planted a camera in Chico's room. Every time I was with Chico there were agents watching.” Justin now knows that every sexual encounter I had with Chico is on tape in evidence.
“Jesus...” I hear it in his voice. The fear, the same fear I struggle with, that those tapes could be used someday, used in a court room, used against me. There was more than one agent at the Bureau who hated me. Cody’s and my work on LDR made us. We attracted attention of a lot of high ranking officials who were saying the only reason I got deep into the group was because I was a woman and I used my body; that I was no better than a whore and that any woman could have done what I did. Which is true to a point, but only a very small point. Our consistently hard work building evidence and intel for two years is what took down LDR.
“How many have seen them?”
“Only the two agents who were on the case with us.”
“Who?”
“SSA Lyle Burdock and Diane Griffin.”
“They are in evidence now?” Justin asks.
“Yes. I have petitioned for those portions of the tapes to be destroyed, but I've been denied,” I admit to him, telling him that it bothers me that those tapes are there.
“Did Cody ever see them?”