She finished him with her fist, cum spurting in white bursts onto her breasts.
He caught her chin, tilted her head back, looked into her eyes. “You’ve been a very naughty girl. You could have gotten me fired.”
“You did just fine. As you said, I’m handling it like a professional—taking it all.”
He grinned, his gaze dropping to her chest. “Come.”
He cleaned her up in the bathroom, and they crawled back into bed, Gabriela resting her head on his chest.
“What did he say?”
“They’ve already hacked the hotel’s security feed. I should have known Shields would be on top of that.”
“ElizabethShields?”
“Yeah. You know her?”
“I knowofher. She fought hard to make the Agency take sexual harassment seriously. There are a lot of women who are grateful to her.”
“How about Holly Andris? She used to work for the Agency, too. Do you know her? I think her maiden name was something like Bradshaw.”
Gabriela lifted her head, stared at him. “Holly Bradshaw? You work with Holly Bradshaw?”
He nodded. “She and her husband, Nick Andris, both work for Cobra.”
That meant Cobra was, indeed, a top-notch company.
“Holly is a legend. Can I meet her?”
“I don’t see why not. I’ll introduce you next time you make it to Denver.”
Gabriela rested her head against his chest again, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear. “What else did your boss say?”
“He wants us to lie low for another twenty-four to forty-eight hours while they work out transportation to San Cristóbal. They’re close to a deal with a Colombian guerilla group to smuggle us across the border.”
Gabriela played with Dylan’s chest hair. “How am I going to pass the time stuck in this room for another day or two with a cocky SEAL?”
“I have no idea. I’m stuck with a spy.” He chuckled, flipped her onto her back, and pinned her arms over her head. “We’ll have to get creative.”
13
Dylan sagged against Gabriela, his cheek resting against her left breast, the bliss of climax leaving him floating. For a time, he lay there, his brain empty, his body satisfied. “I can feel your heartbeat.”
It was beginning to slow, just like his.
“Does my boob make a good pillow?”
“The best.” But he needed to pull out before the condom slipped off.
He reached down, took hold of the condom and withdrew, tossing the rubber in the trash. Then he wiped off with a tissue, lay beside her, and drew her into his arms.
Outside their window, it was dark.
She rested her head on his chest, tucked one knee between his, her fingers sliding through his chest hair. “So far, being stuck in a hotel room with an arrogant former SEAL hasn’t been all that bad.”
“Yeah? I think it’s gone pretty well, too. I’ve learned that not all spooks are know-it-all pains in the ass.”
She laughed. “How many undercover officers have you met?”