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“Well, enjoy your evening,” he says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay. You try to enjoy your evening, too. Don’t worry about what people are saying. You know you did your job, and probably saved the lives of the clerk and people in the store, too. It’s what we do,” I remind him.
“You’re right. I feel better after talking to you.”
“Good, now let me go. My movie is coming on.”
“Please, let me know if you get an itch to roll out tonight. Don’t go out alone. Stop trying to be a solo agent,” he fusses.
“Yeah, yeah, and yeah…” I say, hanging up. He knows me too well.
I’m already dressed and ready to meet Blaze. I wait for him in the lobby of the motel to save him from an uncomfortable conversation with the check-in clerk at the front desk. The woman is extra chatty, and she likes to give people she thinks are my Johns a hard time.
When Blaze walks up, he’s wearing comfortable looking gray sweatpants, a gray zip-up jacket, only half-zipped, with nothing on underneath, and a pair of gray LeBron tennis shoes.
Why Lord? Why must this man be so sexy with so much swag?
A sound I never heard before escapes my lips. It’s instinctive, and I can’t cover it up once it leaves my mouth.
“Hello,” he says when he reaches me. “I hope that sound you made means you like what you see.” He’s charming and relaxed.
“Yes, I do like what I see,” I admit, honestly. I like everything about him. Still, I will my eyes not to travel down to stare at his package. The site of it, sitting off to his right, thick and long, is calling me by my real name.
Yan-dyeee, come to the light.
“Thanks,” he says, eyes narrowing even as half of his face twitches with humor. He knows I want him, and his gestures only make me want him more.
“I mean, you look…nice,” I correct myself, hoping for a little more ladylikeness in this statement.
“You’re looking good yourself,” he commends with not only his words but the looks of lust as his eyes roam all over me in approval.
“Do you always dress like a pimp in a bad hustler movie?” I ask to break the sexual tension between us. I really am playing off the fact that everything about him candy to my eyes.
“Only for you, Sweet Ari,” he says.
All my hopes of my humor dragging me out of the spell he’s bound me in, for the third night in a row, is gone.
“Big Blaze, I like you. I like you a lot,” I admit.
He freezes when I call him that as if he’s startled by hearing his own name.
“Did I say something wrong?” I ask.
“Oh, nothing.” He looks around, checking the mostly deserted lobby and then lowering his voice. “Just like the way you say my name. It’s word porn coming from your lips.”
“It’s appropriate—because, you know, you’re looking kind of big and blazing in those sweats. I’m just saying.” If I weren’t here to do a job, he is exactly the type of man that would have me falling off the deep end. Who doesn’t want a tall, sexy man that’s fine, and he’s packing?
He chuckles. “You’re too much.”
“Plus, I need a name to call you when we’re…” I run my tongue over my lips to wet them and to signify what we’re there to do. Am I really about to do it? Sure seems like it.
Blaze watches my every movement with an intense stare.
“With you looking so beautiful, it’s pretty fucking easy to remember why we’re here. Also, big and blazing is pretty damn accurate. So, sure, you can call me Big Blaze.” He runs his hand up and down the length of what I am sure is all manhood. If he were any other John, that action would have had me ready to cuff and cart him off to jail, but the ways I want to cuff Blaze are against all the rules.
I spend the next few seconds trying to regroup from that sight alone. It’s seared in my mind. How can one man be so… blessed? My mind wanders wildly. I really want to know what he’s capable of doing to me in bed. That curiosity is even more so since I won’t get to find out.
Thoughts of Blaze moaning my name in bed leave me flush all over and burning with the desire drag him upstairs to my ‘paid for by the FBI’ room and do all kinds of freaky things to him immediately. I want to kiss him more than I can remember wanting to kiss anyone in years. I want it all as the song goes, ‘if only for one night.’
