Page 108 of Last Mile

“It was a pretty big thing.”

“Everything else was me, Bishop. Through all the long conversations on the phone and at dinner, that was me. Whenever I was with you at the clubhouse, that was me.”

“The most important thing in my world is loyalty, and you trampled all over that.”

Her dark eyes flashed. “Fuck you, Bishop!”

With a smirk, I said, “Wouldn’t you love to one last time? To have me make you come like I always did.”

“You should leave. Now.”

“And not be a good boy and satisfy you?”

Samantha’s expression was one of disgust. “I hate you. I seriously despise everything you are.”

“But you still want me.”

She cocked her eyebrows. “Considering the bulge in your jeans, I’d say you want me pretty bad, too, although I’m sure you hate yourself for it. Just like I do.”

Yeah, I do. “I want the old Samantha— the woman who made me fall for her.”

“We’re the same person, you arrogant, stubborn prick!”

That was my undoing. As I crossed the room in two long strides, Samantha jumped out of her chair. We crashed together and the next few minutes were a complete blur, a tangle of lips, arms, and legs.

She brought her hand between us to cup my throbbing dick. It had been rock hard before she even touched me. “Please,” she murmured against my lips.

Taking her by the shoulders, I turned her around and bent her over her desk. I pushed the hem of her skirt up and almost came in my pants at the sight of her sexy garters. I tore her flimsy panties down her thighs. My hands quickly unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down.

When Samantha tried to turn to face me, I shook my head. “No. We do it this way. It’s only fucking.” Placing my hand on her shoulder, I pushed her down. I used my free hand to guide my dick to her pussy.

Finding her wet and ready for me, I plunged into her, causing both of us to shout. Oh fuck, I was going to miss her pussy.

So warm. So tight.

As I set up a punishing rhythm, Samantha gripped the front of the desk.

“Agent Vargas? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” Samantha panted.

“Do you need me to⁠—”

“Just stay outside, Tomkins.”

“I have my orders, Agent.”

“She’s more than fine, because I’m fucking her brains out.

Okay?” I shouted.

When Sam moaned in pleasure, Tomkins finally got the message and left us alone. The only sound from then on was our sweat-slickened skin slapping together. As I got close to coming, I realized Samantha hadn’t come yet. Part of me didn’t give a fuck if she got off, but the other part of me didn’t want her to remember our last time as me not getting her off.

So I reached around to stroke her clit.

Over and over, I massaged it until I felt her walls tensing around me. “Oh, Bishop!” she cried as she went over. Then I brought both of my hands to grip her hips. I pulled her back against my thrusts. It wasn’t long before I came, cursing and then shouting her name.

Panting, I collapsed over Sam’s back. I stayed that way for a few seconds while I caught my breath.