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I’m in control and, I can assure you, that is especially true in the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed and look down on her with contempt. I like to keep her on edge. There’s nothing like a good ole fashioned, masterful mind-fuck.
    “Take my boots off and then my jeans and boxers. How do expect me to get my kink on like this?” I leave her no time to answer because right now, I’m too busy being an asshole. “That’s right where I like to see you—kneeling at my feet. Now raise that little mini-skirt up, wiggle your fine ass out of that G-string, and sit on my cock. You better make me feel real good, girl, because I’m still pissed about Diego undressing my woman with his eyes all night.”
    “I didn’t do anything,” she hisses, defending herself against my accusations.
    “Straddle me, girl. Spread those pussy lips and get busy making it up to me.” I grab her hips, forcing her down on me. Her fingernails rake into my shoulders as she protests in pain. I glare into her eyes and thrust a little deeper, reinforcing the fact that she is in my bed now. This is my bed, my rules.
    She tosses her head back, riding up and down, and groaning out her pleasure. I pull her towards me, burying my face in her hair and taking in her scent. She smells like watermelon and it makes me want to eat her up, just to spit her back out so I can repeat the process. What’s that old saying? Wash, rinse, and repeat? Repeating is something I never get tired of with Stormy, my Stormy.
    “”Look at me, girl. That’s it. Look me in my eyes when you come.”
    My finger slides down, circling over her swollen clit and in no time at all, she is locked onto me, grabbing my cock with her inner muscles. This is one chick who doesn’t need Kegel exercises; she takes everything I have to give her. Her sweet, little, throbbing pussy locks around me and milks me dry. I just keep connecting more intensely on a daily basis with this woman. I lay back on the bed and she lowers down on top of me. We take a moment to soak each other in and bask in the afterglow. I just keep falling deeper and deeper but into what, I don’t know…
     

     



Chapter Four
    Agent Turner
    I eye my partner and let my mind wander. She is the poster child for a stereotypical redhead, a fireball to say the least. I knew I was going to be attracted to her the first day they brought her in. You see, I have a penchant for strong, independent women.
    I guess if I was to profile myself, like I do everyone else due to my job, I would say it’s because I was raised by a strong female. My mother carried the weight of everything due to the fact that she was married to a man always living the pipe dream; he was always gonna do something …
    As I grew up, I learned to cringe every time he came up with a new idea. I cringed because I knew chances were my mother would have to bail my asswipe of a dad out of some financial crisis he had gotten us into with yet another bright idea.
    I loved my mother and, though she has passed, I still do but more than that, I respected her. She never complained about the asinine things my dad did. She stood by him even though she could have kicked him to the curb and no one would have blamed her. Hell, they probably would have applauded her. But not my mom… she stayed loyal to him until his dying day. The irony of it all is that we lived in the lap of luxury because of her due diligence and loyalty to the family. I have no siblings so I guess that’s another reason I held my mom in such high esteem; she was the only positive force in my life. It was providence that the only person I had to look up to in life just happened to be female.
    She and my dad were polar opposites. My mother’s job was managing her own business, babysitting houses for the upper echelon of society. Her clients were the owners of professional athletic teams, team players, and CEOs of multi-billion dollar companies. When they went out of town, they went with the peace of