Bouncer (Bad Boys in Big Trouble Book 2) (7 page)

She reiterated, “But that’s it. Just one more time.”

A sexy half smile shaped his lips. “Until tonight then.” He took a step back and she managed to release him. She cleared her throat and walked away without another word.

Jessica had a midnight date for hot fantasy sex.

Tonight could not come soon enough.

Chapter Four

Jessica entered the Federal Building hoping she wouldn’t see Neil Wiley first thing, but it was Monday. Probably nothing was going to go the way she wanted it to today.

At least not until midnight.

She stepped off the elevator on the second floor to a sleazy-toned greeting. “Why, if it isn’t little Miss Cherry.”

“My name is Special Agent Hayes.” She strode past Neil, refusing to look at him on her trajectory to her desk. He followed behind her.
Damn it.

“I guess you won’t be getting in trouble for being more than an hour late, since you’re Special Agent-in-Charge Martin’s special favorite pet, and oh so innocent, too.”

Jessica turned to face him. “Whether I’m late or not is none of your goddamned business. And neither is my being
innocent
. I will repeat this only one more time. Do not ever approach me in a non-professional manner. Are we clear on this subject?”

He winked. “I know your little secret, Special Agent Hayes. I wanted to let you know that my offer is still open. Want me to stop by your place tonight and help you gain some experience? I’m sure I could open you up to a whole new way of life.”

“No thanks. I already have plans.”

“You don’t need to lie to me, baby. I know you don’t really have anyone to help you out. I fully understand that a woman like you has needs. I can help you. I promise it will be so good between us, baby.” Neil leaned forward and put his slimy hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll say it again. You are a co-worker. Do not ever approach me in a non-professional manner. I am not interested in you.” She shrugged her shoulder to dislodge his hand. “Look at my face, Neil. I’m not lying. Get away from me. Stay away from me. And stop calling me baby, or so help me, I will make you regret it.”

“Come on now. I can be reasonable. I’m only trying to help you.” He placed his hand on her shoulder yet again. Jessica looked down at his sweaty, hairy hand. This time she removed it with her hand instead of shrugging it off. She also twisted it into a painful position until his knees buckled and he cried out.

Jessica released him and backed up a step. “Agent Wiley, this is my final warning. Get away from me. Stay away from me. Keep your hands off of me.”

“Touchy, touchy,” he said in a tone that suggested he thought he was very sexy. In a mock whisper, he said, “You desperately need to relax, Miss Cherry. Then you won’t be so cranky and uptight.”

Martin interrupted. “Agent Wiley, do you have this week’s supply order complete?” Jessica had seen him approach, but hoped he hadn’t heard Neil’s last remark.

“Oh, uh, no,” Neil stammered.

“Go do it now.”

“Sure.” Neil trotted off to his desk a couple of rows away. Thank heavens. Jessica was about to whip out her gun and shoot him, which would only add more paperwork to her life.

Martin crossed his arms and casually parked his hip on the edge of her desk. “Any fallout from the local police this morning?”

“Not yet. Why? Did you hear something?”

“No. But I will. I’ll need your written account on my desk by end of day.”

“You’ll have it.”

He nodded and gave her a concerned look. “You okay?”

“Yes, sir. I’m fine. Truly.” She sought his eyes with hers when she added, “I’d also appreciate you not telling Jackson about this morning’s incident if you happen to speak with him in the near future.” All she needed was a worried call from her eldest brother to truly put her day in the toilet. If he was in a particularly ornery mood, she’d also get a call from her parents before the end of the day.

Martin smiled. They’d had this conversation before. He seemed compelled to share every minor paper cut she got at this job with her eldest brother. Then she’d get a long-distance call from him.

Jackson was an FBI assistant director in another state. She’d moved away to have her own life. She didn’t want to have four overbearing brothers looking out for her. Jackson was the worst, especially since they were both in the Bureau.

“He worries about you.”

“I know. But I’m old enough to take care of myself. While I understand you two are thick as thieves, sir, please don’t rat me out about today’s shooting.”

He nodded. “You’re right, it’s not my place. I won’t say anything. However, you should probably tell him yourself. If this story hits the national news—and it will—he’ll find out for himself. Better he hears it from you first.” She nodded, but didn’t plan on telling Jackson anything. Martin gave her one last concerned look and then said, “Do you want to be on the task force?”

“More than anything in the world.”

“Well, they want an on-site facial recognition analyst on the team. You may have to do some field analysis in the van.”

“No problem. You know I won’t sleep until the team leader has everything he needs.”

“Good. You’ll be working with Agent John Pierce. He’s a hard-ass, but a good agent. You’ll learn a lot from him.”

“Great.”

“Don’t forget that incident report by end of day.”

“I won’t. Thanks for recommending me for the task force.”

He nodded and sauntered back to his office. Jessica wanted on the task force more than she wanted coffee at this moment. And she wanted some caffeine in the worst way.

Once she was on the task force, the special agent-in-charge from Chicago would be her new boss until the task force concluded. Good or bad, she would be treated like an FBI agent instead of the baby sister of an old friend from school. She was sick to death of being overprotected by her brothers and having miniscule control over her life.

“Guess you and I will be working together.” Neil was back. “I’m going to be on the task force too.”

Jessica ignored him and started her computer. Damn it all to hell. How did he get to be on the task force? He must have called his uncle, the person responsible for Neil even having a job. He was the biggest screw-up the department had ever seen, at least in her jaded eyes. Neil abused his familial connection on a regular basis. Of course he was picked for the task force; his uncle made sure he got every premium assignment available.

Jackson tried to pull strings for her the first week, but she refused to let nepotism rule her life. Neil, on the other hand, wallowed in it. He didn’t earn a single blessed thing by doing anything relevant. In her opinion, he was lucky he had a job at all.

“Maybe we’ll get to spend some cozy time together on some overnight stakeouts.”

Don’t hold your breath
, she thought angrily, refusing to look at him, talk to him or respond in any way. After several minutes, he finally got the hint and walked away.

Later in the cafeteria, Neil made a big stink about her shooting someone and made lots of references to
that time of the month
to what few friends he had left. She grabbed a sandwich to go and ate at her desk.

Other than Neil being a pain in her ass, Jessica’s day went smoothly. It was late when she was ready to leave. She hadn’t seen Neil in a while and hoped he’d gone home early, as usual.

She checked the time. Only five and a half more hours until midnight. Only five and a half more hours until she could have wild, wicked sex with her hot date.

Jessica thought about Jones periodically throughout the day—if periodically could be defined as every other minute. What was it about him that made her salivate and daydream?

She didn’t even know who he was besides his name. Mark Reece. She didn’t want to do a search in FBI files and learn he was a wanted man, a career criminal or, worse, married and lying about it. She checked all of the most wanted posters displayed in the cafeteria as she waited to pay for her sandwich. He wasn’t on any of them.

Kelli knew him, so he likely wasn’t a homicidal maniac or married. Her friend was mouthy, but had a strict moral code regarding wedding vows. Perhaps she’d ask Kelli for a few more details tomorrow morning. No, she wouldn’t. She wasn’t going to see him after tonight, so it didn’t matter.

She just wanted to have sex one more time. She liked sex. She loved sex with Jones, but it didn’t mean anything at all. They were going to scratch each other’s itches one last time, perhaps even repeatedly, but only for one more night. She wondered what would happen if she showed up well before midnight.

Her craving would be fulfilled earlier, that’s what would happen. Jessica glanced at her watch, scheming and planning the rest of her evening to meet earlier.

~ ~ ~

Reece glanced around his apartment to make sure everything was in place. Champagne. Chilled flutes. Appetizers. Flowers. He noted the time on the clock as he checked the atmosphere. Another minute had passed since he glanced the last time.

God, he was such a letch. No. He was anxious. He liked her. A lot. Too much, if she really didn’t want to continue this affair.

He didn’t know if his lovely gun-wielding FBI agent and recently deflowered virgin would even show up. He glanced at his watch yet again. Thirty-eight minutes until midnight. But he was ready. His cock began to swell at the mere thought of sex tonight after such a long dry spell interrupted only by last Saturday night’s incredible sexcapades with the lovely Miss Smith.

He remembered again the sublime feeling of sinking into her wet, slick warmth. It had been indescribable. The prickly anticipatory sensation of,
I’m finally about to get my rocks off after months of zero action
had surrounded his dick as each subsequent inch penetrated her slowly and exquisitely, filling her to the hilt. It had been her very first time, which on some level made the memory even better. He’d never been anyone’s first time before.

He didn’t remember any stubborn resistance or any sort of hymen-tearing feeling, just that she was amazingly tight. Not that he had deflowered any virgins to know the difference. She hadn’t cried out in agony as if he’d ripped her asunder with that first thrust.

She’d made sexy moaning noises. His cock throbbed, tightening his pants below the zipper, so he thought of something else. He reflected over this morning’s adventures at the coffee shop.

Reece’s mind had been on his lovely mystery woman as Kelli had described her very best friend Jessica, who needed to get laid for the first time. But Reece didn’t want to have sex with anyone else.

He’d inhaled a deep breath to break the bad news to Kelli,
Sorry, no can do, I’ve got another woman on my mind,
when he’d heard an angry voice by the door say, “Get up. Hands in the air. This is a robbery. No one tries to be a hero and no one gets hurt.”

Reece stood slowly along with his friends and the rest of the coffee shop clientele as two armed ski mask-wearing men proceeded to rob the place. He watched, wondering what he could do, or if he should do anything at all. No. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt, but he couldn’t break his deep undercover assignment even for an armed robbery. He didn’t have his gun on him anyway.

The gunman closest to the front door abruptly turned his focus on Kelli. He approached her and made an overture.

“Hey, sexy girl. Want to go with us and spend our ill-gotten gains?” He then made disgusting kissing noises.

“Fuck off, pervert,” Mike, his friend, had snarled in defense of Kelli. Then all hell broke loose. The gunman grabbed Kelli by the hair and pulled her close.

“I guess this means you’ll be coming with us after all, sweetheart!” He wrapped an arm around her neck as Mike had gone rigidly angry and taken a step in their direction.

Reece shot him a look to calm him down as the gunman pointed his gun at Kelli’s head, backing her away from the group.

“Anyone makes a move and I blow her head off!”

Reece readied himself to play concerned citizen. If Kelli was led out, he planned to follow at a discreet distance under the pretense of foolish citizen goes to help friend. But then a gorgeous FBI agent had foiled all the plans in motion, including his.

Smith saved his ass and ultimately his well-guarded cover by shouting, “FBI! Drop your weapon!”

Reece recognized her voice immediately.

The gunman holding Kelli had swung to face Reece’s still unseen lover. Mr. Pervert Bad Guy raised his gun to shoot towards the front door. Reece tensed, because he couldn’t see through the wall of planters with the damn six-foot high foliage in his way.

Bang!

He’d jumped at the sound of the gunshot and moved a step in the direction of the door, hands still in the air. He almost sighed with relief when the idiot slid to the floor with a leg wound gushing blood, screaming like a sissy about his injury. His girl had wounded one of the bad guys. His eyes widened even as his pride surged when the gunman poised at the register ducked behind the waist-high counter.

Smith
. His gorgeous, wonderful Smith quickly moved into his visual range. Her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, and she was dressed in the sexiest figure-hugging black business suit he’d ever seen. She promptly kicked the first gunman’s weapon out of reach. His eyes wandered down to the ass displayed perfectly below the hem of her jacket. Her luscious butt, the one he’d been in love with at first sight. His gaze scanned her body, the one she’d so generously shared with him repeatedly less than two days ago, called to him.