An undercover cop on the brink of an investigation with far-reaching consequences.
A woman escaping a troubled first marriage.
An encounter in a dangerous part of New York City.
Could be a recipe for trouble or the beginning of something good.
Whate...
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Jane
Once the decision was made to return to New York everyone accepted it wholeheartedly. Even though we would still be in seclusion it would be in a place most of us regarded as home, even me, although I hadn't lived there very long. Tony spared no expense in the setup of the facility, first as a residence then as a place of operations, with everyone having their own small apartment, complete with kitchenette, sitting area with TV and sound system, bedroom and bathroom. There was a common kitchen/eating area, a living room with TV, a conference room, workout room, and a large computer lab with the latest in computer hardware and software. For those who would take on the rescue portion Tony had arranged for them to use a nearby gun range to keep their skills up. There would be a regular delivery of groceries and if we wanted to order takeout all we had to do was contact Happy who would expedite it. It occurred to me that he had anticipated the need for this facility because I didn't believe even a billionaire could get it set up in less than a day. Regardless, it was a sweet setup and hopefully would keep all of us safe.
I say everyone had their own apartment, but Bucky and I shared one, at our request. With the word that my apartment had been broken into while we were in Canada, I was reluctant to move back there once this was all over. Before we left Quantico Bucky asked if I would move in with him. It was just after we had enjoyed each other's bodies, so our mood was pretty mellow and somewhat playful.
"You already know I don't snore," he said softly, "and I don't mind your snoring."
"I don't snore," I retorted, raising my head to look at him.
"Oh, but you do," he smiled, kissing me quickly. "It's more like heavy breathing with a little whimper that sounds like when you're first aroused. Haven't you noticed how often you wake up in the night and practically jump me? I have to say I feel a little objectified sometimes that you expect me to be ready for sex at those moments."
He had such a smirk on his face that I got on top of him and held his hands down on either side of his head.
"Take it back," I said. "I don't snore."
"Okay, you don't snore," he agreed. "But you do make a noise before you jump me while I'm still sleeping. It's definitely heavy breathing with a whimper. Oh, and then you stick your tongue in my mouth. It's so ... yucky."
"Really, like this?"
I kissed him with full tongue and removed my hold on his hands as he wrapped his arms around me. Then we stopped kissing, and he pushed my hair back so he could see my face in the dark.
"Live with me," he whispered. "I was already staying at your place on weekends before this all happened."
"Two weekends," I clarified. "I haven't even been in your place."
"It's bigger, a three-story brownstone in Clinton Hill, with three bedrooms, an actual yard, and I own it."
"Really, an actual homeowner? How does a cop manage that?"
