Page 77 of His Forbidden Alliance

He gave me a slow once-over that had my cock perking up. “Kiss me.”

I was on him before he finished speaking. I sank my teeth into his lower lip, then laughed when he spanked me.

“Behave.”

“Never.”

“Why do you taste so good?” I couldn’t answer because he was kissing me again, his tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting me thoroughly. I took hold of his waist and pulled him to me, but he shoved me away. “I can’t walk out of here hard for you.”

“But I need you to remember me.”

He huffed. “That won’t be a problem. Keep me posted on anything you find.”

“I will. Call me tonight when you’re tucked in bed.”

“If you’re lucky.”

“Zach.”

He shook his head. “Matt. Call me Matt while we’re here.”

“I will come get you if you don’t call.”

His smile made my fucking heart flutter. “I love how eager you are for it. You can’t even go a day without me.”

“Why should I?”

“For our safety.”

“Get out.” I pointed at the door. “Go lure this man in so we can be done.” His smile faded. “What?”

“When we’re done…”

“No, we’re not talking about that now.”

He nodded and left my office. I locked the door behind him and rested my forehead against it. What was going to happen when we were done?

He’ll get a new assignment, and you’ll revel in your family’s praises for bringing Ivanov down.

Why didn’t that sound as good as it should?

The next few days seemed to last forever. Zach did call me each night. And after some convincing, he jerked off while I watched on video chat, and I returned the favor. Hot as it was, it couldn’t compare to him fucking me. I needed him. I needed to feel his skin against mine and his cock stuffing me full. I wanted to suck his cock until he was so relaxed he’d tell me anything. I wanted to know his secrets and maybe to tell him some of mine.

I thought maybe some time apart would lessen the intensity of my feelings for him, but that wasn’t happening. My need for more for him was only getting worse.

What was I going to do? I couldn’t let him walk away, but how the hell did I explain to my brothers and, worse, to Remington that I was fucking, dating, in love with—holy shit, no, that couldn’t be it—a federal agent?

Xavier approved of him. Would that hold enough weight?

I doubted it. Maybe that would absolve me from working with Zach to bring Ivanov down. Making a bargain and going after a mutual enemy was one thing, but wanting him, needing him? They weren’t going to get over that, even if I had X’s blessing.

I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I usually loved schmoozing with guests, but I’d been hiding out in my office. The waiting was killing me. I was at my desk, staring at numbers on a screen that might as well have been hieroglyphs. My phone buzzed, and I grabbed it.

Finally, this time, it was Zach.

“I’ve got a lead.”

“Come to my office.”