"We both did."

He grunts his approval. "Let's get this shit cleaned up. We can't leave a trace of what really happened to them. We need to make sure to keep your cover here at the Loft, or years of work for Greenlight will be down the drain."

"Right. Maybe we can make it look like a murder-suicide?" Kennedy says before Wolf starts to work his magic.

"Hmmm," he mutters, scratching his chin. "It could work. Just need some..." He glances up and our eyes follow, noticing an old beam running through the room. "We just need some rope to hang one of them, and then we can stage the other with a gun. We can handle the coroner, but we need the people inside this building to believe that they murdered each other."

"Works for me," I say because I don't give a fuck what we do with them as long as it clears Kennedy and me from any issues in the future.

If anyone inside the Loft found out that Kennedy is an agent and that I knew or helped her, there would be a bounty on both of our heads. The last thing I want is to put her in further danger and ruin everything I've worked so hard to build.

"I'm game," she says quickly and bends over near where she was bound when I walked in. "I have rope, and there's a gun. Let's get to work."

Who the fuck is this creature in front of me?

27.

Kennedy

The next couple weeks are a whirlwind. Killing people isn't standard procedure at Greenlight, and Nix, Wolf, and I all have to sit through many hours of interviews.

We pulled off the murder-suicide crime scene for anyone outside the agency. I came up with the idea of leaving Hassan's pants down to raise the question that it could have been a lover's quarrel gone bad between the two of them. That was my final middle finger to that motherfucker.

I should have tried harder to feign remorse over squeezing the life out of him since I'm only supposed to kill people in the direst of situations. It definitely qualified as dire-there was no way I was getting out of that basement alive if Hassan and Grayson had anything to say about it. But given that Greenlight sent Olivia and me overseas to save Hassan's ass because the brass wanted to use him to get to bigger targets, I had to explain why taking him out had been my only choice.

Nix is considered square with Greenlight now. Saving an agent's life in the field earns a source the highest of accolades. But I've noticed he seems almost disappointed that his brief stint with Greenlight is over.

Coco has decided to enroll in the trainee program for Greenlight. She's never given up on her dream of becoming a spy and playing dress-up. In the short time she's been there, she's thrived. Nix is proud of her and supports her decision one hundred percent. She'll be done with training in the next six months, and then she's going to be unleashed on the world.

Like right now, when he just fucked me into another dimension after we celebrated the conclusion of the Hassan-Grayson investigation with dinner at his place. I'm sweaty, sated, and possibly a little drunk, and I am almost asleep when he speaks.

"Do you guys care about sex trafficking?"

I lift my head from the pillow and furrow my brow. "Greenlight, you mean? Yeah, we'd definitely care if we had a lead on something like that."

He keeps tracing his fingertip down the line of my spine, the gentle touch nice right after he ravaged my body. Not that I'm complaining-he can ravage me anytime he wants.

"But do you look the other way if a politically connected person is behind it?" he asks.

I sit all the way up now. "Hell no. Are you kidding me? I'd never work for a place that-"

He cuts me off, a corner of his mouth quirking up in a smile. "Okay, Ken. I get it. I'm talking highly connected, though."

I glare at him, just barely able to make out the lines of his expression in the moonlight. "Quit playing coy. Tell me what you know."

He shakes his head. "It's gonna cost you."

"Oh, yeah? I think you've been very well compensated right here in this bed. Every night for the past two weeks, in fact."

"True. But I get to spread those legs anytime I want since you're my bitch now. And I make you come hard every time."

I climb on him, straddling his hips and wiggling just enough to make him groan. "You did not just call me your bitch."

"I believe I did." He gives me a wickedly sexy grin and smacks my ass.

"Nix!"

"Kennedy." He grabs my hips, sinking his fingertips into my ass cheeks. "Damn, my bitch has a fine ass."

"You're an asshole."

"Yeah, but I'm your asshole."

I can't help smiling at that.

"You love me," he says softly.

"Yes, I do. And you love me, Ashton." His legal name is Ashton Nixon, and though I still call him Nix ninety-nine percent of the time, I like that he trusted me enough to tell me that.

"More than Cocoa Pebbles."

I laugh and bend down to kiss him. "So tell me."

He sighs softly, and I see the crease between his brows that only shows up when he's concerned.

"I've been seeing some traffic that I think is about the sale of underage kids. It's not in the US, though."

I frown. "Shit. We may not have jurisdiction."

"I did a little checking, and the site is being hosted from the office of the US Ambassador to Russia."

I inhale sharply and sit up. "That's...wow."

"Yeah."

"We have people who spend all day at their computers on those hacking sites and other people who take over at night. I wonder if they've seen anything like that. I haven't heard anything."

Nix shakes his head. "Your people don't scratch the surface of the black hat world. It's complex, and it takes years to build the kind of connections that get you access to these places."

"Can I at least tell Rae, so she can have them try to find it?"

He shrugs. "They won't be able to. Someone needs to access their server room to get evidence of the site. Or use it to contact them and try to infiltrate it that way."

"Someone?" I can't help the note of hope in my tone.

Nix's low note of laughter reminds me I have a hot man between my thighs right now. I'm suddenly feeling fully recovered and ready for more of him.

"I've seen bad shit going down sometimes," he says, his smile fading. "Shit like this, that I felt bad for looking the other way on. I can clean out the bank account of an asshole who likes underage girls, but that doesn't stop him from doing it again."

"But if you could stop it...if you could work in the field and end something like a sex trafficking ring, would you?"

"With the right partner, I would."

I smile, my heart pounding with excitement. "Yeah?"

He nods. "Yeah. I think me and Olivia would be a great team."

"Asshole." I slide off his lap, but he grabs my hips and forces me back.

"You know I'm kidding."

I shrug and give him an exasperated glare. "It's gonna take two amazing orgasms for me to forgive you."

"Done."

"Would you do field work for us on a case-by-case basis?"

He laughs, smoothing his thumb over my rib cage and then down to my stomach. "I'm not sure the Greenlight honchos would go for that."

"They already asked me if I thought you'd be willing."

He arches his brows in surprise. "And you said?"

"I said I thought it would depend on the case. And on their willingness to look the other way on your other...work."

"That's my girl."

"We can get this assignment. You'd have to pass some field tests on weapons-"

"Easy. I could teach their classes on weapons."

"And physical fitness, which I'm positive you'll ace. And sign all the agreements."

He considers. "Case-by-case, right? We do this job, and then I get to decide when I work for them next?"

"Right. But I think once you find out about the perks-"

"Perks, huh?" He runs a thumb over my taut nipple. "Tell me more."

"We'll have to do several weeks of immersive Russian language training. Possibly room together."

He squeezes my nipple. "That's a nice perk. I can tell you to suck my dick in Russian."

"And I can tell you to fuck off in Russian."

He slides me off his lap and wraps a hand around his cock, stroking it as he looks at me. "You're not fooling anyone. Nothing gets you hotter than me ordering you around in bed."

My pulse races as his gaze darkens. "I may like it."

"On your hands and knees," he says. "Now."

I flip over, my body humming with anticipation as I put my ass in the air. Nix slaps it several times, just the way I like-hard. I don't like play smacks, and fortunately, neither does he.

He slides into me, groaning as he grips my hips and his balls smack into me. He doesn't play-fuck, either. Nix is always intense in bed, and I love it.

I push my hips back to meet his every thrust, our groans and grunts filling the room. When he takes my wrists and holds them behind my back, I moan with pleasure and press my cheek to the mattress. It's bliss to have a man I trust so completely. No one else has ever had me in a position I couldn't get out of if I wanted to, but I like giving Nix this control over me.

Trust turns him on, and it turns me on, too. Given how few people we both trust, it's a big deal.

He slams into me faster now, getting closer. In all the times we've had sex-and there have been a lot-he's never come first. I like to push him and see if I can make it happen, though.

"Come in my pussy, Nix," I say, moaning as he hits me in just the right spot.

I can see him from the corner of my eye, my face turned up slightly from the mattress. His expression is focused-eyes closed and mouth slightly open. It's going to take something dirtier to win at this game.

"You like my sweet little cunt, don't you? So, show me. Fuck me harder, Nix."

He thrusts into me so deep I cry out.

"Give it to me," I beg. "You first. Come hard, baby. I want your come running out of me."

"Ah, fuck." He grunts and takes a handful of my hair, pulling me back. "Stop that shit."

"Never." I turn and speak against his mouth. "I'm your greedy little slut, remember? I'm greedy for your come."

He takes my lip ring between his teeth and tugs, pressing his thumb to my clit at the same time. His restrained grunts with every thrust are more than I can take, and I fall over the edge, coming even harder than I did the first time.

When he takes my hips and buries himself in me one final time, coming with a long groan, I know for sure I have a new rule-no more sleeping with men in the field because I have to. I'll work around it. I'm in love with Nix, and it's a deep, consuming love that won't allow anyone but him to touch me.

"Jesus, woman." He falls back to the bed, breathing hard. "Your dirty talk is gonna kill me one of these days."

"You like it."

"I fucking love it. But I'll be damned if I'll ever come first."

"Such chivalry."