Until Death Do We Part (Sex and Vows #1) (3 page)

“Don’t tease me, Alex. It’s been too long.”

“Are you on edge, baby?”

“Yes,” I hissed as his fingers teased along the edge of my panties.

“You want to come on my fingers or my mouth first?”

“Fingers,” I bit out. “Then your mouth. And your cock after that, as long as you’re asking.”

“Greedy girl,” he chuckled, one long finger sliding under my panties to dip inside me.

“Only for you, stud.” There wasn’t anything in the world I craved more than Alex.

“Damn fucking straight it’s only me. You’re mine, Evie.” He added a second finger, twisting his hand so his thumb rubbed my clit with each thrust of his fingers. I arched my hips up as he worked me. My breath caught in my throat when he bent his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. When he bit down on it, the tension inside me broke.

“Alex!” I screamed. My hands clenched against the edges of the granite countertops so hard, I was surprised it didn’t crumble from the pressure.

“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured, giving the spot on my breast he’d bitten a soft kiss before licking his way down to my pussy. “It’s a good thing you wanted my mouth on you next, ‘cause I can’t wait any longer to get your taste in my mouth. I’ve been craving it the whole time I was away.”

Then, he ripped my panties from my body, opened the lips of my pussy with his thumbs, and licked me from top to bottom. A growl rumbled up from his chest and he ate me out like he was starving for me. He held me in place with a firm grip while he nibbled and sucked until I was begging him to let me come again.

“Please, stud. Just a little bit harder. I’m so damn close.”

The thrust of his tongue into my pussy and the scrape of his teeth against my clit was exactly what I needed, sending me over the edge again. My body arched and I screamed his name a second time. He didn’t give me any time to recover, rising up and positioning himself with his cock pressed against the entrance of my pussy.

“Gimme your cock now, stud.”

My head dropped to back onto the counter when he roughly pushed into me, going deep with one thrust. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on for the wild ride, panting as he moved faster. Leveraging myself up onto my elbows, I watched the play of his muscles as he hammered into me. His dark eyes locked with mine as he fucked me hard and rough. My body jerked with each of his thrusts, and I felt a third orgasm building inside me.

“Come for me,” Alex rasped. “I want to feel your pussy squeezing me tight while you come over my cock.”

His command sent me over the edge, making me cry out as I did exactly as he’d ordered—my pussy clenching around his dick.

“Yes, my Evie,” he groaned. “That’s just what I needed. To feel your wet pussy milk my cock. You want my come now, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I answered, my eyes locked with his as he continued to pound inside me. “I want that more than anything.”

He growled low in his throat, his eyes darkening. “I’m going to fill you up, mark you as mine from the inside out.”

“Good,” I panted, “It’s time to kick baby-making practice into high gear. I expect you to get me good and pregnant in a few months.”

He paused in his thrusts, his head snapping back in shock. “Evie?” he gasped, his cock growing harder and longer inside me as hope flared in his eyes.

“I didn’t refill my prescription before my trip. I’ve been off the pill for two weeks now. The doctor says it will be a few months before my body is ready, though.”

With one more thrust, he planted himself deep, his fingers digging into my hips while he came for me. Came inside me, completely unprotected from pregnancy for the very first time. Keeping us connected, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to our bedroom. After dropping me onto the mattress, he strode into the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth. He hadn’t said a single word since my admission, and I was starting to get a little nervous. He gently cleaned between my legs, dropping a kiss on my navel which settled my nerves some. When he was done, he tossed the cloth over his shoulder, something he’d never done before. My heart raced as he moved me to the center of the bed, covered me with the sheet, and slid in beside me. My head dropped against his chest when pulled me into his arms, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Say something,” I whispered, finally breaking the silence between us.

He used one finger to tilt my head until my gaze met his. I was startled to find tears in his eyes. “Thank you, Evie. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect homecoming.” Suddenly, he grinned. “I don’t care what the doctor says, I think we might have made our baby today. But just in case we didn’t, I think we need to try some more.”

And try we did, until the wee hours of the morning when he dropped down next to me and passed out. If my co-workers saw me like I was with Alex, vulnerable and open, they would probably fall over in shock. In my professional life, I was the furthest thing from welcoming. My work environment didn’t exactly foster friendships, and I took those boundaries seriously. Even amongst a group of loners, I had a reputation for being even more of a lone wolf. Fierce and solitary, but loyal. It was a persona I was comfortable with because it kept people at a distance.

Everyone but Alex, who I adored beyond reason. Our marriage was perfect...except for the whole other life I was hiding from him. A life I needed to rethink if we were really going to have a baby. I’d have to take the next few months while my body adjusted to figure things out. The other part of my life wasn’t a world into which I wanted to bring an innocent life. I’d been able to protect my husband from that side of my life by keeping the two halves of myself completely separate. But a pregnancy very well could result in those two worlds colliding. As I stared down at my gorgeous husband, his face relaxed in sleep, I vowed to find a way to make it work. Alex wasn’t the most patient man in the world. It had only taken him two weeks to talk me into moving in with him. Four weeks to pop the question. Two months to exchange our vows. Four years of comments about breeding me, filling my belly with his baby. Four years of me putting him off, knowing the risks involved but was unable to explain it to him. The decision had been made. I was done making my husband wait. He’d been patient long enough.

S
ometimes I really hated my job. I hadn’t seen my wife in weeks and after the perfect night we’d shared, all I wanted to do was stay curled up in bed with her for a week. At least. I was determined to prove the doctor wrong and plant my baby in Evie’s belly right away. If it didn’t happen last night, I’d be pretty shocked. It was like hearing her say she was ready set something off inside of me. I don’t think I’d ever orgasmed so hard or filled her with so much come. I wouldn’t be surprised if my balls were dry as the fucking desert this morning. But the erection pressing against my wife’s stellar ass, as I wrapped her up even tighter in my arms, proved otherwise.

It didn’t matter what I wanted, the constant buzzing of my cell phone was shattering the perfection I was cocooned in. The distinct pattern of vibration told me it was my “work” cell and I stifled a groan, not wanting to wake Evie. If I ignored it, there would be a team of agents swarming my house in no time. That wouldn’t be easy to explain away.
“Oh, honey, these are some guys I met at poker night. They thought we had a game this morning. They didn’t mean to break in... What? They look like spies? Preposterous!”

The last thing I needed right now, especially after she’d finally agreed to have a baby, was to break it to my sweet wife that she was married to a spy. I didn’t intend to hide it from her forever. I could appeal to the higher ups to have her read in, and I planned to do so, some day. I wanted to wait until I was ready to leave the field. I struggled with the guilt of lying, but I didn’t see one good reason for causing her to live life in fear every time I left the house. No, it was better for her to remain blissfully ignorant, believing I’m simply a contract lawyer with a plethora of international clients.

Lifting my hand from where it had been resting against her flat stomach, I twisted and reach out to grab my phone. The screen confirmed my suspicions, I was being paged into the office. Resisting the temptation to throw it at the wall, I set it back down on the bedside table. Curling back up around my Evie, I resolved to put in for a long fucking vacation. A babymoon. I perked up at the thought. It was just what we needed. I could spend my days and nights putting a baby in my wife for a week—no ten days—wait—maybe two weeks. Yeah, two weeks sounded perfect.

I lifted my head and brushed a kiss over Evie’s temple before reluctantly letting her go and getting out of bed. She stirred, and I leaned down to taste her sweet lips.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got to go into the office, baby. Stay right here and get some rest. I’ll be back to wear you out again in a couple of hours.” I winked at her, and she smiled sleepily. She looked so fuckable right at that moment. I started to back away, having a firm talk with myself about letting her sleep and getting my ass to work.

It was hard (pun definitely intended), but I managed to tear myself away and go take a shower before putting on a suit and heading to my home office. I realized my briefcase was still in the kitchen so I quickly went to retrieve it.

With my cover job as a contracts attorney, a big portion of my paperwork was extremely confidential and lucky for me, my wife understood the sensitive nature of what was in my briefcase and didn’t ever attempt to see inside. Of course, she had no idea how
truly
sensitive the contents were.

Evie and I each had our own home office, designed by us personally. When we were building our house, I worked with an architect on The Company payroll to have a walk-in safe covertly installed. In the back of my closet, there appeared to be a small wall safe. However, when unlocked, the entire wall slid into a pocket, opening up into a combination of a SCIF room and vault for my personal arsenal.

Shutting my office door, I hit a button to turn on a low murmur, so from the hall, it sounded as though I was on a call. Then, I headed to the safe and punched in the code, entering and setting my briefcase on a table in the center of the room. I hit the combination to release the catch and it sprang open. The case held my Beretta 9mm and my Sig P226, as well as an extra clip for each magazine. It also had some other small gadget weapons and a compartment for my identity papers and cash.

The identity papers inside were still good, so I stowed them away and grabbed a new passport, driver’s license, and a variety of banknotes for several countries, not knowing where my next assignment would be. I refilled both magazines and clips, grabbed a boot knife, and a few other ‘toys,’ before locking up and heading to my car.

I slipped inside my Aston Martin and chuckled, shaking my head like I did every time I got into my car. I wasn’t happy with Evie’s choice of vehicle, it worried me over her safety. But, what I’d never admit to her, is seeing her in it was an incredible turn on. She had a wild side most people didn’t get to see and it was sexy as fuck.

I begrudgingly accepted her choice and the matter was settled. Then, on our first anniversary, I found James Bond’s car sitting in my driveway. It was equal parts joke and a thank you for backing down over the car issue. Though the real joke was lost on her, giving her spy husband the same car driven by the ultimate covert agent.

I left the house and drove to an office building downtown, parking in the garage underneath. The structure housed several law offices, some legit, and others a front for offices of clandestine operations.

On the first floor, I flashed a badge for Webster, Shaw & Associates before entering the elevator behind the reception desk. It only took a minute after hitting the down button for the car to stop and the doors slid silently open to reveal a large room full of desks and computers. As usual, there was a low buzz of noise from my co-workers chatting, strategizing, and computers humming.

“Justice.”

I turned and saw Colin walking up to me, his hand outstretched. I grasped it and returned the greeting with his code name. “Outrigger. What are you doing here? I thought you were on a long-term, covert assignment in India.”

Colin was an American citizen, but he’d been raised in England and was permanently stationed there a few years before. I’d still worked with him on several missions until he went dark. All I knew was the assignment was in India, but the details were kept classified.

He let go of my hand and grimaced. “My cover was blown and I lost the target. They brought me back to brief you on the situation before they send you on a retrieval.”

Retrieval missions were pretty straight forward—capture, interrogate, and pass the prisoner off to another agent. Sometimes, it was easy, taking only a day or two. Other times, it could take weeks to track down the target. If this guy was aware he was being pursued and had gone on the run, it meant I was looking down the barrel of the latter.
Fuck.
I’d been home for less than twenty-four hours and I was being sent back into the field. How was I going to explain this to Evie?

Colin started to relay information about the op as we made our way to a conference room across the way. When we passed by the office of our chief analyst and resident tech genius, Martin, I popped my head in to say hello. As a senior field officer, I often ran a team for ops, and Martin and I worked closely together. However, on solo ops, such as the one I was about to embark on, Martin was often my life-line. The difference between ending up back in bed with my wife or in a box, six feet under.

He mumbled something resembling a greeting, without looking up from whatever he was working on. I laughed and continued on to my meeting. I followed Colin to the room and we both took a seat at the large, oval table. Our superior, Howard Donovan, was already seated, looking through a file, and his head lifted when he heard us enter.

“It’s about damn time, Justice.”

I held tight to my patience and swallowed a sharp retort. “I’ve only been home for a few hours, Donovan. Barely enough time to greet my wife properly”—my eyes narrowed in irritation—“and leaving her in bed this morning was not on my to-do list. The list was one fucking word long, Genevieve.”