Page 61 of Unintended Love

Katlin started to walk away when Kayla raised her voice, “Ma’am, how do we get out of this room?”

“I have no idea,” their boss admitted and walked away.

“Give me two minutes,” a young male voice said. The screen changed to the Section 7 logo once again.

“Well, isn’t this fun?” Kayla said sarcastically as she leaned against the heavy conference table.

True to his prediction, the young man’s voice came over the speakers in just under two minutes. “I’m unlocking the door in the back of the room…now.” Clint and Kayla stepped quickly and opened the door. The colonel who had brought them there was sitting behind his desk. He immediately stood.

“Give me a minute to make arrangements, and I’ll get you back to your dorm.” It took him several minutes and it was already after dawn before they were dropped off in front of their building.

Ashlin was already asleep when he crawled in behind her and assumed their favorite position. They’d have plenty of time to talk after they woke up.

Chapter 24

It was nearly noon when Ashlin woke up, surprisingly refreshed. She had fallen asleep before Clint had returned to their room from his top-secret whatever. The rest of the team had barely made it back to their rooms before dawn broke around four thirty. She’d needed a straight eight hours of sleep to make up for all the time she’d missed over the weekend. Napping was nice, especially when interspersed with awesome sex, but it hadn’t given her the deep sleep that her mind and body needed.

She rolled over and found Clint on his back, completely naked. So was she. After Sexcapade Sunday, when they hadn’t bothered getting dressed for nearly twenty-four hours, they’d slept naked together from that point on. Ashlin loved his body. She ran her fingertips through the dense hair on his chest that tickled and teased her nipples when she rode him. She guided her hand down his flat abs until she found his trail of hair just under his belly button. She followed it, letting it tickle her palm until she ran into his morning erection. Ashlin debated on taking him into her mouth or hopping up and going for a ride. She stroked him once and licked the head. His breathing barely changed. She took the head into her mouth and sucked while her hand pumped his shaft. She watched his stomach form perfect hills and valleys into a hard sixpack, yet his breaths barely changed their rhythm.

Clint burst upright into a sitting position.

He grabbed her under the arms and picked her straight up until she was practically sitting on his face. He licked her soft folds once.

Ashlin shifted her hips and widened her knees, trying to direct him to the perfect spot.

He grinned up at her and moved her back gently, lowering her until she slid onto his hard cock. “Show me how much you love me this morning.”

Without moving she smiled down at him. “I was, but you didn’t let me finish.”

“Another minute and I would’ve finished in your mouth. Now move before I flip you over and take over.”

Loving the control he gave her, especially in bed, she started to move, slowly up and down, then faster. Within minutes they were both sweating and close.

“Come for me, Tiger,” Clint growled through clenched teeth. “I’m so close, but you always come first.”

There was something so satisfying about knowing she had this kind of control over him. That she could make him completely lose control. If she weren’t so close, she would’ve slowed down just to torment him. She only needed a little more stimulation. “Touch me,” she demanded between pants.

“Anything you want.” He moved his hand and laid it flat on her lower belly, then shoved his thumb into her slit, quickly finding that bundle of nerves. He only had to rub it twice, and she flew, reaching the stars and the darkness of outer space as every muscle in her body released. Clint arched up and groaned, burying himself deeper inside her.

They’d made love once more before Ashlin’s stomach growled. “I need to eat something,” she announced as she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. “No, you’re not taking a shower with me. I’m starving, and I want to see if today’s chef will make me beef stroganoff. Yesterday’s chicken marsala was some of the best I’ve ever tasted.”

“Hurry up.” Clint walked naked to his duffel bag and started shuffling through his clothes. “I’m looking forward to another medium-rare ribeye. I’m going to have to find out what seasoning he uses. His were even better than my dad’s.”

They were finishing lunch when each of them got the group text from Kayla, telling them they had been ordered to fly back to D.C. that night and report to the Homeland conference room they’d been using. They had to be in the sky before midnight.

“Shit,” Clint murmured under his breath, looking around at the empty dining room. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I have a lot to tell you in the room.”

Ashlin sucked in the last spaetzle noodle and forked up the remaining bite of meat covered in delicious gravy. “It’s a good thing I’m not stationed here. I’d have to run five extra miles every day. I wonder, though, if we could get a chef to come into our condo on DuPont Circle and cook for us once a week?”

“That could probably be arranged,” Clint suggested.

As she and Clint were leaving, Shadow and Mick wandered into the dining room.

“Did you guys get the text that we’re leaving for Washington?” Clint asked.

“What the fuck was with that? That—” Shadow quickly stopped himself “—she could’ve waited until later to send out that message. It fucking woke me up,” he sneered.

“Quit your bitchin’. You could have gotten hours more sleep if you hadn’t been scrolling and texting on your fucking phone. It’s not like you’ve got a woman at home waiting for you.” Mick smacked Lukas’s shoulder.