Page 83 of Specter Bred

My breath punched out of me.

“Or else.”

I turned my head just enough to catch the wicked satisfaction on her face. “Or else what?”

Her brow lifted making me realize I probably shouldn’t have asked.

“Actually, never mind. Don't tell me. I’m very motivated. Consider me deeply committed to the mission.”

“Good, Boy Scout.”

She said my favorite sentence again. Maeve really needed to stop saying that if she expected me to follow orders.

Thankfully, she slid off my lap and leaned forward.

Good.

But then her head lowered, dipping between my thighs. My entire body went rigid as her lips parted, hovering just above the tip of my cock.

Not good!

“Wait!”

The word came out so loud and panicked that Maeve froze immediately.

Her eyes snapped up to mine. “What?”

“I won’t last,” I blurted out.

She stared at me. I let out a breathless laugh and dragged a hand over my face.

“Definitely not with your mouth. Firecracker, I’ve been hanging on by a damn thread since you dropped that towel, and you have spent every second since then personally attacking that thread.”

Her mouth twitched.

“I’m serious.”

“I can see that.”

“Maeve.”

“What?” she asked innocently, which was bullshit. There wasn’t an innocent bone in that woman’s body.

I swallowed, trying to scrape together whatever remained of my dignity. “You ordered me not to come before you. And unlike some people around here, I actually respect the chain of command.”

That finally pulled a laugh from her.

"So let me do something for you first, because if you put your mouth on me first, this mission is going to end embarrassingly ahead of schedule.”

Her eyebrow climbed. “How far ahead of schedule?”

“Firecracker, please don’t make me provide an estimate.”

The wicked little smile spreading across her face told me she absolutely wanted an estimate.

I reached for her instead.

“Come here. Let me take care of you first.”