fbi-romance

You look like you should be on a Wheaties box with this haircut.

I have a slight oral fixation.

Do you know how long I__e waited for you to look at me this way?_ She assumed he was teasing her. __hat are you talking about? You didn__ even like me for most of the time we__e known each other._ He bent his head before turning to go, his voice low and confident in her ear. __r maybe I__ just that good of an undercover agent.

He growled low in his throat. __ don__ think I can do this the nice way, Jessica.

So you__e saying the ball__ in my court._ He bent his head, stopping just before his mouth touched hers. __he ball has always been in your court, Jessica,_ he said huskily. __rom the first moment I walked up to you at the Academy._ She looked at him for a moment. Then she stood up on her tiptoes and leaned into him. The instant her lips touched his, John slid one hand to her waist and threaded the other in her hair. About damn time.

We__l try to be more sympathetic to your hot nemesis problem. Is she a nightmare to work with?_ An image popped into John__ head, of him kissing Jessica against the hotel room wall in Jacksonville. He could still feel the softness of her skin and hear her breathy moan as he slid his hand underneath her dress. Hardly the stuff of nightmares. __t__ been_ interesting.

When do you leave?_ she asked. His fingers paused. __abor Day weekend._ So soon. Only two and a half weeks away. She nodded, going for a joke. __ood. That__ about when I was planning on getting sick of you, anyway._ __fft. I__ already counting down the minutes until I can make my escape from this room._ __t__ your room.

If I__ going down, I__ going down with lipstick on._ ~Maggie Mae Castro

He did that slow perusal thing with his eyes that guys did when they wanted a girl to know they liked what they saw. A slow smile curved his lips. __ep.__he recognized that look. She may have been out of the dating game for far too long, but she still understood the process. What she didn__ know was how to respond.

John turned to her, with streaks of dried blood along his face. __hank goodness we got the easy job.

Her eyes widened. __oh_ was it hate sex? I__e always wanted to have hate sex.