The house isn’t exactly a mansion in Bel-Air, but compared to the past two nights, it’s a glorious luxury. A two-bedroom house in a nice suburban subdivision. It’s an FBI safe house, and it feels good in a lot of ways to use it. It means that all our cards are on the table and that I don’t need to hide from her any longer.

She might’ve semi-accepted the car switch without an interrogation, but having a random house stocked with all the goodies we could need would’ve raised too many questions I couldn’t answer.

I’m glad we’re being totally honest with each other now, because beyond all this craziness, I really have fallen in love with this brilliant, tiny, innocent woman.

It didn’t take sex, or looking back, even a single kiss to start falling in love with her. It was in the snippets of conversation, in the looks that we’ve shared. It happened when I was willing to go as far as needed to protect her. It was when I was willing to beat a man within an inch of his life for threatening her, and when I was willing to defy a mob boss to keep her safe.

Sex? Oh, I’m not turning that down with my naughty little Angel—never will. It’s been more intense, more satisfying, more meaningful than any I’ve had before. But I loved her even before that, and I think she loved me before that too.

I pull the truck into the garage, dropping the mechanical door and locking it tight behind us before we enter the house. Inside, it’s small and tidy, neatly decorated in stuff that’s used but clean and kept prepped and ready. I know without even looking that in the kitchen will be a freezer of basic frozen stuff and some microwave meals, and the pantry will have boxed goods. Nothing fancy, but we’ll be able to eat.

“Won’t the neighbors wonder about us?” Maggie asks, looking around. “I mean, that there are lights on and stuff?”

I do a routine full sweep of the interior, tossing our bags into the bedroom. “Safe houses are set up with a cover story for any nosy neighbors. In the old days, we’d say it was owned by a pilot who’d let flight crew crash during layovers. Nowadays, we tell people it’s an AirBnB to make it easier. People usually accept what they’re told at face value, and not many would suspect something as wild as an FBI safe house in their family neighborhood.”

Maggie nods, looking around. “I never thought you were FBI, that’s for sure. You seem like too much of a bad boy to be one of the good guys.”

She says it with a teasing note, so I know that she’s pleased with both sides of my personality. I grin. “Uh, you hungry? They keep the house stocked, so there’s usually some Hungry Mans around here.”

Maggie nods, stepping closer. “I am hungry . . . for my man. Forget the fried chicken.”

Her words hang in the air, heavy with need as she looks up at me with pleading eyes. I cover the remaining space between us in two steps, sweeping her into my arms and lifting her by the backs of her thighs. “I think I can satisfy your hunger.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, her tiny body climbing my larger one like a tree. I devour her, my tongue meeting her hungry one and the two of us invading each other. Faintly, I can taste the sugary coffee she had earlier at a truck stop, the bitterness making the sweetness even more of a treat.

“Lock your ankles around me,” I command her, kissing to her ear. “I want to see you fly.”

I feel her feet shift behind me and hold her shoulders, dipping her back parallel to the floor. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

Her hands let go of my neck, and she spreads her arms as she closes her eyes. She weaves her fingers into my hair as I kiss down her neck. “Mmm, Shane. I feel like I’m floating. Your kisses are the only thing anchoring me here.”

She sounds dreamy, and I smile against her neck, proud that I’m the one making her hazy. No one has given me this much pleasure, and nobody has ever given her what I’ve given her.

“I want to anchor you to this moment, to me . . . mark every inch of you with my tongue and my teeth so no one doubts that you are mine. Not even you.”

Her head lifts, eyes clear as she meets my dark gaze, and her fingers dig into the back of my neck. “Do it. Make me yours.”

I return to her neck, leaving sucking kisses along her pulse, feeling it jump under my tongue as the bruise raises brightly against her pale skin. I know these are going to fade in a few hours, but I’m just getting started.

Fuck. I need all of her. I turn, tossing her to the bed and watching as she bounces on the surface, grinning the whole time. “Take your shirt off. Bra too. Now, Angel.”

I rip my t-shirt over my head, a ripping sound coming from the exhausted cotton as my muscles tear the fabric off me. I’m covering her before she even tosses her bra to the floor. I’m so ravenous for her and for what she promises me.

Her palms cup my cheeks, lips puckered for a kiss, and I grant it to her quickly before returning my attentions lower. Moving down her body, I lick, kiss, suck, and nibble her upper body, tracing every inch with my tongue and lips and leaving more marks along her breasts as I find the spots that tickle her . . . that tease her . . . that drive her wild.

“Shane . . . ohh,” Maggie cries out as I suck on her pink nipples, her nails clawing at my arms as she pulls me tighter. I love that my sweet girl turns into a wildcat in bed, her need making her desperate . . . for me.

I push off, standing by the bed and grabbing at her shorts, pulling them down and off, along with her gas-station wannabe Crocs.

I place her feet on my shoulders, needing to bend down a bit so her short legs can reach, even with her hips raised high, and begin to worship her shapely legs with little kisses on her toes before moving up inch by inch. “These legs have been in my dreams for months, Maggie. Wanting to slide my hands up your thighs every time you bent over a table, wondering how silky your skin would be under my palms, knowing they led to fucking heaven.”

“I’ve been dreaming of the same thing. Just like this,” Maggie whispers as I suck on her soft skin. “You make me feel alive.”

My mouth makes its way from her ankles . . . to her knees . . . to her inner thighs, where I force myself to pause, knowing I want to indulge but also knowing I want to take my time. I nibble and suck still, leaving no doubt that this pussy is mine, her cheap panties framed by the signature of my marks.

“Did you know?” I ask as I look into her eyes. “Did you know how much I wanted you? That I wanted to risk it all, my career, my cover . . . my life?”

Maggie’s breath catches, and she nods “Yes, and no. We were flirting, and I wanted you so much, but I thought I’d never have you. So I flirted back harder, bending over those tables with my ass toward you on purpose, hoping to tempt you into wanting me. You were like a predator, powerful and dominant, and I felt in my dreams that you could be the man I would spend the rest of my life with.”

Her words ignite me, my hands finding the edge of her panties. I tug them to the side to gaze upon her pussy before using my thumbs to massage her outer lips, the softness under my rough hands the perfect symbolism for the two of us. Soft and rough, innocent and jaded, but somehow fitting together perfectly. I can see her juices coating her as she gets wetter and wetter. “Fuck, Maggie. I need to taste you.”

“Yes, my love,” she gasps, but it turns into a giggling rush as I scoop her up the rest of the way and stand, her thighs over my shoulders and her pussy right in front of my mouth. “Whoa. Holy Shitzu!” Maggie exclaims as her hands grab at my head for balance, but I’m holding her solidly in my palms, my fingertips dimpling her luscious ass as I hold her tight.

“I’ve got you and I’m just getting started,” I promise, dipping my tongue into her folds. I groan at her taste, my cock still trapped in my jeans but straining for freedom. “Fuck, you’re so damn delicious. All I want is to eat you up.”

I lick her entrance, sucking at her clit, delighting at her whimpers above me. I want to drown in her, suffocate in her sweetness. She’s gasping, her voice getting thick as she moans.

Gently, I lower her back to the bed, quickly kicking off my shoes and jeans to lay down naked beside her. I watch her pink face as she blinks, grinning at me. “Two more strokes and I would’ve come. Not sure you could hold me up if I was squirming through that.”

“I wouldn’t have dropped you, I would’ve pulled you in even tighter to get every drop.” I reply, patting my chest. “Now get up here, you naughty Angel. Straddle me. Sit on my face and let me feast on that pussy.”

She blushes a deep rose shade of pink but does it, stripping off her panties before turning so that she’s facing my body. She looks down, and I can just see the naughty twinkle in her eyes before she lowers down. “I want to suck you too.”

My cock jumps at her words, trying to get closer to her mouth for the pleasure of her murmured words. She chuckles and lowers her pussy slowly, teasing me. It’s not nearly enough for what I want to do to her. I grab her hips in a hard grip, forcing her down to my mouth and immediately thrashing my tongue all along her pussy. Immediately, I’m covered in her sweet juices, my tongue in heaven as my nose presses lower and my eyes are covered in the soft weight of her ass. Heaven.

Above me, I feel Maggie lean forward and then her soft touch along my shaft as her fingers explore me delicately. I groan, my knees falling to the sides to give her total access. My tongue speeds up, finding the button of her clit and stroking it quickly, circling around it before sucking softly. I want to mark her, but not here. I’ll never hurt her.

She cries out at my attentions to her clit, and I feel the wet heat of her breath just before she takes my head into her mouth, swirling her tongue along the slit to taste my precum. It shifts her hips down—she’s so small compared to me—and I lift my hips while burying my tongue deeper in her pussy, my nose pressed between her ass cheeks, but I never stop.

She moans at my flavor, like it’s a treat she savors, and the buzz of her moan zings through me. I pull back, smacking her ass playfully. “That’s it, Angel. Suck my cock down your pretty little throat. I’m gonna lick this sweet pussy and make you moan around my cock. Moan on me, Maggie.”

I dive back into her pussy, thrusting my tongue in and out of her. She’s close, grinding her pussy on my hungry mouth and moaning around my cock as she keeps sucking me down. The feeling drives me wild, making me growl against her pussy. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

“You too,” Maggie gasps breathlessly, her hips bucking, wanting more. “Let me feel how much you like me sucking you.”

We become louder, our grunts and groans echoing against each other in a cycle that renews with each sound until Maggie freezes, my cock deep in her throat as she cries out her release.

I pull her tighter, burying my face in her so deeply I can’t even breathe, but I don’t care because all I need is her and the sweet nectar she’s pumping against my tongue.

As soon as her spasms stop, I push her off me, pinning her underneath me and slamming my cock into her.

I don’t give her time to stretch, wanting to feel those last orgasmic quivers of her pussy, but I slide in and out slowly, needing to feel every bit of her silky walls against my cock. She moans, wiggling her hips as she squeezes me with her pussy, wanting more.

I gather her hands above her head, holding them with one hand and cupping her jaw with the other so that our eyes meet.

“You and me, Angel. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, but it’s you and me. Together. And if this is all we have, then I’m spending the rest of my life with the woman I want by my side until the end. I love you, Maggie.”

Her eyes shine with tears, but her voice is strong. “I love you too, Shane. Tomorrow is tomorrow. You said you were anchoring me to this moment, but I need you here with me. Right now, just be here with me. My man. Forever.”

I look over her body, my marks visible along her neck, her chest and tits, her hips, and though I can’t see them, I know she’s claimed on her thighs and above her mound too. “You are mine, always.”

Maggie smiles, nodding and biting her lip. “Yours. And you’re mine too.”

I thrust into her, harder and more powerfully, my strokes getting rougher as I demand more and more from her small body, but she takes me, fiercer than I’d ever imagined my Angel to be.

Our eyes stay locked the whole time, never leaving each other for a moment, even as we both come hard. We don’t even cry out. The whole time, we’re nearly silent as our eyes say everything that needs to be said, the only sound the rush of our breath and the slap of our hips.

My cum creams out of her as I pull out and we collapse in each other’s arms. Maggie curls against me, falling asleep fitfully in my arms, but I stay on alert.

I’m dreading tomorrow’s meeting, knowing it’s potentially a suicide mission. But I’m hoping that we can make Dominick see reason.