“Mine.” He slicked his fingers through her wet folds, a long slow caress, leaving no part of her untouched. “Every flutter, every ache, every mind-blowing fucking orgasm from this pussy belongs to me. Got it?”
“Yes.” She hadn’t known. Hadn’t understood before now what it meant to give your body to someone else and trust they’d take care of you. Cherish you. Make you the center of their universe, even if for a short while.
“Jamie, I…” At a loss for words, her voice trailed off. What did she say to the only man to touch her in such an intimate way? He’d claimed her body but had no idea he’d stolen the rest of her in the process.
“I know.” He kissed the top of her head. “We’ll figure it out later, buttercup. For now, be a good girl, and go to sleep.”
“What about your hand?”
“What about it?”
“You planning on removing it?”
“No.”
“Well then.” She rolled her hips and jammed her ass right back into Jamie’s rock-hard cock. “Fair is fair.”
He groaned and pinched her clit. “Now you’re just playing with fire.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
Fuck.Guilt ate at the lining of Jay’s stomach as he glanced around the boardroom table. Five of six original members of the JTT occupied the chairs surrounding their leader. “You in?” Adam asked, looking at each man in turn for confirmation.
Chase nodded first. Followed by Cody, Jamie, Zander, and Jay. He had no choice but to agree. Ulterior motives driving his actions, he needed these men. Needed his team to cover his back, even if they had no idea why.
He felt the weight of another set of eyes and turned his head. Arms crossed and goateed expression undecipherable under the brim of his ball cap, Grant’s gaze didn’t waver as their eyes met.
“Kincaid? You in?”
Grant turned his attention to the head of the table and addressed Adam directly. “Fuck yeah. I’m in.”
“Alright then. We’re in agreement. Until we figure out what Johnson is up to and who’s involved, we let the CIA think they’re pulling the strings. In the meantime, we run our own mission using whatever intelligence they feed us. Means we’re working both sides of the fence, and we trust no one. Especially Deputy Director Heughan. We clear?” A round of clears hit the airwaves, and Adam hitched his chin at Chase. “You’re up.”
“These are the JTT’s new operating parameters,” Chase said, sliding each member a tan eight by ten folder across the table. “Read them over. If you have any issues, raise them at the next briefing. For now, what we know for sure is the CIA is operating outside the scope of its authorities by running a black ops mission on American soil. They’re limited in capacity to maneuver and need an off-the-books unit to do their dirty work. According to Deputy Director Heughan, this is where we come in. As far as we’re concerned, our goals are twofold. Figure out what Johnson and his backers are up to and eliminate the threat. And find Tak and bring him in.”
“But there’s shit they’re not telling us,” Adam interjected, tapping the tip of his index finger on the folder in front of him. “This is the first piece of the puzzle.”
Jay got his file last and opened the cover to find his picture on the front page, along with his personal stats. “What the fuck is this?” His head snapped up, his eyes meeting the gun barrel gray irises of the man in command.
“According to my last conversation with Diane, you’re the mission and always have been.” Adam leaned forward in his chair, forearms braced against the table, his fingers entwined. “Know anything about that?”
“I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about,” Jay said, shaking his head and meaning every word. “The colonel recruited me the same way he did the rest of the team. At the time, Diane was pissed, and she refused to release me until the colonel went over her head. Director Reece gave the order.”
He knew the details because he’d seen the email exchanges between his boss and the colonel. Had even seen the signed order. The CIA conducted its operations under strict security protocols, but they were sticklers for process, procedure, and paperwork, which always left a computer trail.
And if he discovered an electronic footprint with his name on it, he followed it. Proprietary information as far as he was concerned. “The JTT was created by Johnson under the authorities of Homeland Security to find the terrorist known only as Mr. Wright. The colonel needed a hacker to get him the intel he needed. He asked for the best the CIA had.” Jay shrugged. “That was me.”
Adam shook his head. “The way Diane’s telling it, that’s not how it went down. She says she sent you to the colonel to keep you under wraps. He knew the mission was double-pronged from the start.”
“Makes no sense,” Cody said. “Why would Colonel Grayson keep critical intel from us? If Jay’s the mission, knowing about it makes protecting him easier.”
“I don’t need fucking protecting,” he groused. “And there’s nothing in the JTT’s secure systems to corroborate what Diane’s suggesting.”
“The Eidolon file,” Adam said, reminding Jay of one of the hacking jobs he hadn’t had time to focus on. “It’s the only file I haven’t been able to access on the colonel’s hard drive.”
“I’ve been working on it,” Jay said, but with everything else going on, I haven’t made it a priority.”
“You need help,” Chase replied. “Another hacker to split the load with.”
