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And almost as if he could read her thoughts Blake thrust
inside her in one long stroke.

“Ahhh.” She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips and
her pussy clenched around him. The room started to disappear and all she could
focus on was the pleasure, flooding her, about to overtake everything.

“Not yet.” He said and she worked to hold back the orgasm
that was so close.

Blake pounded into her, his groans mingling with her
whimpers. His cock filled her over and over and over until she couldn’t wait
any longer. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming.

“Now come.”

Her entire body tensed and released and tensed and released
again and again. So. Damn. Hard.

Never had she felt such intense pleasure. Blake held his
cock deep inside her as her pussy gripped it, milked it until he tossed his
head back and groaned with his release, thrusting even deeper inside her. His
big body shuddered above her but his eyes stayed focused on hers as he came,
giving her this sense of connectedness she had never felt before. It made her
want to cry, want to scream and want to jump for jump for joy all at the same
time but she couldn’t stop the tears that formed at the corners of her eyes.

She hated that she was getting all sappy on him. She wasn’t
the sappy type but right now she couldn’t control it.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” The compassion in his eyes
made it even harder to stop the powerful emotions.

He pulled his cock out, dropped her feet to the floor and
moved up to work on the ropes that bound her.

“I’m fine.” She was finally able to sniff back the tears.
“I’ve just never felt this good before. I guess it was a little too much of a
good thing.”

“Oh, good.” He let out a long breath, relaxed and then
smiled down at her. “You can never have too much of a good thing. I’m going to
make sure you see that over and over and over again.”

Blake leaned down and kissed her on the forehead while he
continued to work to untie the ropes.

Her wrists tingled a little bit but he rubbed them and then
pulled her against his chest as complete relaxation took over and she started
to fall asleep. She probably shouldn’t, probably should stay alert, ready for
action in case danger found them again but the past couple days were taking
their toll and she felt safe in Blake’s arms. Safe for the first time in her
life.

Blake didn’t move until he felt Crystal find complete
relaxation in his arms. But even when he knew she was sound asleep he stayed
there holding her. He didn’t plan on getting any sleep tonight, knew any
creaking or car sounds from the road would keep him from finding real rest. It
was better that way anyway. He couldn’t let his guard down. Even with all the
precautions he had taken they weren’t safe. She may never be safe again. Jail
might have been a better option for Crystal. He probably should have left the
girl alone. Not that he regretted any of the time he got to spend with her but
he wasn’t so sure this whole ordeal had made her life any better.

When 5:00 a.m. finally rolled around Blake moved away from
her gently and walked across the room to flip the television on. It was time
for the news and he wanted to see if there was anything about the killings and
drug ring being released to the public, wanted to see if his or Crystal’s
pictures were being spread over the nation, needed to see how diligent he would
have to be about not letting anyone see them. The first rays of sunlight
filtered through the curtains so the light from the TV wouldn’t be noticed by
anyone outside.

Blake pressed the power button and then turned the volume
down so it was barely audible from a few inches away. He didn’t want to wake up
Crystal and more importantly he didn’t want to alert anyone from the hotel that
there was someone in the room. They probably would safe here for a few more
hours but needed to be gone by mid-morning, before there was a good chance of
anyone checking in to this room. And the worst part of it all was he didn’t
have a plan…yet.

A few minutes later Blake saw images of the spokesperson
from the DEA splashed across the screen and then police officers being led away
in handcuffs by men on his team. Blake turned the volume up a little bit,
needing to not miss a word.

“Police involved in drug distribution were arrested today in
a major hit against the Moline Cartel.”

Blake held his breath, didn’t move a muscle as he listened
intently. They cut to a clip of the DEA spokesperson standing at a podium with
a large, black microphone near her face.

“There were several members of the Miami Police Department
arrested today on charges of involvement in drug distribution for the Moline
Cartel. This was a huge step in the war on drugs. I am not at liberty to
release names or details of the police involvement at this time but it is
definitely forward progress for the city of Miami. Thank you.” She nodded and
stepped back from the podium.

Reporters were yelling questions and badgering her for more
information but she just waved as she walked away and said a few muted “I’m
sorrys” and “I can’t comment further”.

It looked as if Mason had done it. He had found and taken
down all four of the cops involved. It was over. The plan had worked. The men
Crystal had contact with had been caught and she could go home. It might never
be safe for her, she might have to take on a new identity but the cops had been
caught and the drug cartel would take a big hit because of it.

Crystal looked so peaceful, lying there with her dark hair
splayed across the pillow, getting much-needed sleep and he was in no hurry to
get back. Blake would let her sleep a little longer and then they could drive
back to Miami and finish up this whole ordeal. But finishing it suddenly felt a
little bittersweet.

* * * * *

An hour later he drove down the coastline toward Miami with
Crystal in the passenger seat. Part of him was relieved the mission was over,
but it had turned out to be the damn best operation he had ever worked on. None
of the others had perks even close to finding a woman like Crystal.

Going to the Dungeon to get his rocks off was one thing. It
did keep him from being a “grumpy bastard all the time” like Mason had claimed
it would when he invited Blake. But having one woman, falling in love, waking
up in a bed next to her every day was a whole different ball game. One he
definitely wanted to try out.

Crystal sat in the passenger seat looking nervous and he
hoped she wouldn’t have anything to make her nervous anymore. Hell, he would do
everything he could to make sure of it.

Blake stopped at a convenience store and went in to buy a
phone and then decided to grab ice cream for both of them. He wasn’t even sure
why but hoped she didn’t think it was cheesy when he came back with a cone in
each hand.

“Strawberry or mint chocolate chip?” He offered her the
choice, didn’t know what flavor she liked, didn’t know a lot of things about
Crystal. He did know the things that mattered most. Knew she was beautiful and
strong and his perfect mate.

“I’ll have strawberry. Thank you.” Crystal smiled and
blushed a little.

For a girl raised on the streets she sure seemed innocent
sometimes.

Blake finished his cone quickly and then took the phone,
activated it and then dialed Mason’s number before he pulled out of the parking
lot. He needed to make sure everything was safe before he brought Crystal back
into the city.

“So is it over? Did we get them all?” Blake asked.

“Yeah it is.” Mason let out a long sigh. “Craig was the leak
on our side. I didn’t see that one coming but Jeff found calls from him to the
officer he was supposed to take down right before we went in. They ended up
shooting each other. The other two went down without a fight, they’re sitting
in jail, right where they belong.”

“Great. We’re on our way in to headquarters. I have Crystal
with me. We should be there in about twenty minutes.”

“Sounds good, man. See you soon.”

Blake clicked the phone shut and relaxed a little. She might
not ever be safe, that was hard to determine when working like guys like this
but the imminent danger to Crystal was over. The mission had been successful.

Blake pulled his car into the paved lot in front of several
large buildings and parked but Crystal didn’t want to go in. She wanted to stay
in that hotel on the beach with Blake and pretend as if none of this ever
happened.

He gave her his word she wouldn’t be punished for the drug
transporting if she cooperated and she
had
cooperated but Crystal knew
how the system worked. He wasn’t in charge of the whole department and any of
the people above him could change the rules at any time and throw her in jail
for her crime. They got what they wanted, didn’t need her anymore.

The police were like that. She’d heard from her mother about
the promises made by the cops to get the information they wanted and then
forgetting about their promises or changing the rules and throwing her in jail
anyway.

Crystal had no reason to believe things would be any
different for her. No reason except for Blake anyway. His confidence, his
belief in the system gave her some assurance that things were going to be okay.

“You ready to go in?” Blake asked.

“I guess.” She wasn’t but delaying it wasn’t going to do any
good. Might as well get it over with. Her hands were sweaty, every muscle in her
body tense as Blake shut off the engine.

He opened his door and went to the trunk to grab the
backpack with the cocaine. Then he came around to open her door. Blake walked
beside her through the lot and into the building. He didn’t hold her hand like
she wanted him to but under the circumstances it wouldn’t be appropriate for
him to do that.

He held the door for her and then led her to the back of the
building, to the Diversion Program Manager’s office. She hadn’t heard of that
title before but whoever was in there must be in charge because it was the
biggest office and a corner one. Crystal let out a long breath and steadied
herself. Holy crap, he wasn’t messing around, taking her straight to the top
guy. Guess it was better than beating around the bush. At least she would know
her real fate soon.

Crystal would be able to handle whatever came next. She just
hoped like hell it wouldn’t be too bad.

“Mason, this is Crystal. Crystal, my partner Mason.”

“The Diversion Program Manager has a partner?” It was a dumb
question and one that didn’t really matter but it slipped out her mouth before
she had the chance to stop it.

“Not really. We were partners when I first started so I
never stopped referring to him as that. Neither of us really has a partner anymore.”

“Why don’t you have a partner?”

“I’ve been pretty much going deep undercover by myself
lately, no space in missions like that for a partner.” Blake winked at her but
she just stared.

Maybe she would get out of this after all. Maybe Blake would
be able to keep his word. If he called the Diversion Manager his partner, the
chances were good he had enough pull to actually do it.

“Thank you for your help with this, Crystal. We took down a
lot of dirty cops because of you.” Mason didn’t smile as he spoke and that made
Crystal a little bit nervous. Was he preparing her for the bad news?

“Yeah. Anytime.” Crystal hoped the sarcasm in her voice
wasn’t too obvious.

“Hopefully not,” Blake mumbled.

“I’m sorry you had to go through so much. While I can’t
guarantee you immunity from any drug transporting charges, I don’t see any
reason why the agreement we had written up at the beginning of this shouldn’t
go through. You held up your part of the bargain and I thank you for stepping
up and doing the right thing.”

“Really?” She worked to keep too much enthusiasm out of her
voice. “You think I’m going to be let go, not have to serve any time?”

She wasn’t sure she could believe it. She had been caught by
a DEA agent in the possession of drugs, people in her world didn’t just get to
go free after something like that.

“Yes really. You were a great help to us and from what
Blake’s told me you were forced into doing the running for the Molines.”

“This is so amazing.” Her voice cracked and Crystal didn’t
know what else to say. She wasn’t going to jail and that was a huge relief. She
wanted to cry but she held back the tears, held back all the emotions flooding
through her. Now wasn’t the time.

Blake crossed his arms in front of his chest and shifted his
weight from foot to foot as if he was nervous about something. “I was wondering
if I could use a couple of my vacation days sometime soon. I want to make sure
Crystal is safe, keep an eye on her for a little while.”

“Sure. You have plenty of days saved up. You were going to
get desk duty anyway and we both know how much you would enjoy that.” Mason
looked over at Crystal. “The guy hasn’t taken a day off, not even a sick day
that I can remember.”

“I don’t get sick.” Blake puffed out his chest a little and
it was damn sexy.

“I need your gun and badge, so try to stay some place safe,
maybe go to the beach. Take a week or two. Start today. I’ll deal with the
paperwork and drama here. That’s what they pay me the big bucks for.”

“Are you sure?” Blake looked hesitant. Probably hard for a
guy like him to ask for time off.

“Yes, I’m sure. You deserve it. Go and have some fun. I know
you’ll both be cleared. Enjoy a margarita and a good-looking woman in the
sunshine.” Mason grinned knowingly and Crystal wondered exactly how much he did
know.

“Thanks, man.” Blake shook Mason’s hand and then hurried
Crystal out of the building. She was relieved and curious about what he had
planned with his sudden vacation time.

When they climbed into the car and shut the door, she asked,
“What are you going to do for the next week?”

“Spend every last second with you…that is, if you’re
willing.”

“That depends. What exactly do you have in mind?” It didn’t
depend on anything really. She would go anywhere with him, do anything he
wanted.

“I have a friend who’s always offering to loan me his
sailboat. I thought I might take you out on the ocean, keep you tied up for the
entire week.”

“It sounds amazing.” And it did. Crystal loved the idea of
spending time with him when she wasn’t running from something, where she could
just relax and enjoy Blake the entire time.

He could sure keep her tied up for a week, keep her tied up
for as long as he wanted. It sounded like heaven.