Under Surveillance 9

Unidentified

Please see chapter 8 here.

While at Quantico, my body melted into both Logan and the mattress every night, but I still woke up just before the alarm, like some annoying internal clock I couldn’t switch off.

I woke up with my arms wrapped around Logan, pulling his back flush against my chest until there wasn’t a millimeter of air between us. He was so warm that I could feel the steady, heavy beat of his heart through his ribs, and for a moment, the crushing weight of the ‘verdict’ we had to deliver vanished. I let my hand slide lower, just to feel his ever-present erection. I cupped his balls, felt his shaft and wished it was Sunday. No matter what happened in that briefing room, this was real.

I kissed the back of his neck, then slowly moved away and got out of bed. I prepared my outfit for the morning: a light blue business shirt, dark navy pants, and polished dress shoes.

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