Codename: Kryptonite

Chapter Twenty-four

Agent Mission Log Entry:

Sometimes the hardest part of my job is admitting a mistake. I hate being wrong, probably worse than anything else. However, I have made a big - HUGE mistake. I shouldn't have given in to temptation - to passion like that.

FUCK! Listen to me! I sound like I'm in a confessional.

- Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned -

What a load! Seriously.

What's really sad?

I can't wait to do it again.

Maybe it was the testosterone or even the adrenaline that was in full blown overload, or maybe it was just the desire to be the dominant aggressor, but whatever it was that drove him pushed him way beyond common sense. He knew - KNEW - this was a very bad idea, but he had the need to be in control.

To be the alpha.

In a moment of sanity, Gabriella stepped away from his kiss, holding up one hand to stop him from pulling her back. She was breathless, and her legs were shaky. "We can't do this," her voice was even more shaky than her legs.

A smirk tugged at the left corner of his lips, and there was a glint of determination in his blue eyes. "Why the fuck not?"

She had to scramble for an answer; her mind seemed to be rebelling against her. "My superiors - uh - the rules. It's against the rules." She knew she was grasping at straws, but better that than her sanity and dignity after the fact.

His smile had an almost predatory gleam. "Superiors?" He looked around the room as if looking for an audience. "What superiors?" He held his arms out to his sides, palms up, indicating the room. "There's no one here but you and me." He reached for her. "Now, come here and melt on me again."

Gabby didn't fight him; she let him pull her back into his arms. The sexual tension had been as thick as his head for 17 days. It was time to pop the valve and let the steam escape. Regrets could wait; that's what morning afters were for.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, as she pulled his head down to hers. When their lips met a low rumble started in his chest, but turned to a sexy moan when it escaped his lips.

His tongue thrust deep as he got his first real taste of her. He was no stranger to excess, was not ashamed at the number of women he had tasted, but her flavor was unique in a way that should have surprised him, but given the uniqueness of the woman herself, it did not.

Gabby fought back a sigh as she breathed him in. He smelled of immorality and musky male, and tasted of cinnamon toothpaste and pure sin. He nipped gently at her full bottom lip, before moving on to get a taste of her neck. Gabby smiled at the contrast between the soft as silk hair that tickled her fingers and the slightly scratchy whiskers on his chin as they rasped across her skin.

"So sweet," he growled, nosing aside the collar of her t-shirt. His lips found the hollow between her neck and shoulder, even as his hands slipped under the hem of her t-shirt. "Lose this," he whispered the order, while tugging at the cotton.

Jon smoothed his hands over the hot, silky skin revealed as she pulled her shirt off over her head. His fingertips barely skimmed along the waistband of her jeans. His mind could fully grasp the concept of slow and easy, but unfortunately his body wasn't willing to listen.

"Your turn," she groaned, lifting the hem of his shirt until he took over the task with one hand at the back of his neck, pulling it over his head, then tossing it in the floor. She barely got a glimpse of hard washboard abs and tight male nipples, before he eagerly returned to his task with dogged determination.

With a quick flick of his wrist and the rasp of a zipper, her jeans were open to him. For 17 days, he'd witnessed, first hand, the control this woman possessed, and he was all too eager to see her lose it.

His right hand dipped under the waistband of her panties, threading through her curls until one finger could slip inside to find and then circle her clit.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders as she thrust her hips toward his hand. "Damn," she said on a sigh.

Jon's smile melted against the upper curve of her left breast, when he felt her short nails scratch his side just above the denim at his waist.

Gabby couldn't hold onto any thought that didn't consist of his hand down her pants, or getting her hands down his. She was as good at the wrist flicking and zipper rasping as he was - and wasn't all that shocked to discover his lack of underwear when his cock fell into her hands. So hard and silky smooth, she couldn't help it; she licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come.

That gesture was Jon's undoing. All control was lost. Denim was jerked and tugged until it either gave away, or ended up in a heap on the floor. He unclasped the front closure of her bra with his teeth, and cupped her ass with both hands to lift her up, while she shrugged the lace and satin off her shoulders. It hadn't even hit the floor before her legs were around his waist, and he was looking for something to hold him up in case his legs gave way from the explosive orgasm he was sure was on the way.

"The chair," she gasped in his ear, before her teeth nipped at the lobe.

He growled in response, but managed to stumble backwards to the chaise that was directly across from the sofa he'd vacated earlier. He'd barely landed, and was about to flip them over, but she rose up above him, pushing one small hand against the center of his chest to hold him down. The alpha inside him almost rebelled, having wanted to stay in charge. But, there was something so sexy about the half smile on her lips as she hovered over him, that he stayed reclined against the cushion of the chaise.

Her voice was soft and breathless, as she managed to find a moment of sanity to say, "Birth control is not an issue for us," she bent to lick at his left nipple, then nipped it lightly with her teeth, "and in my time, there's no worry of AIDS or most of your time's STD's, but do I need protection from you?"

They'd found a cure for AIDS in her time? Somehow, he wasn't surprised. He reached up with his right hand to cup her cheek. "I make no claims of being a saint, but I have been careful. You have nothing to fear from me."

"Good." She almost growled the word as she slid downward onto his cock.

Jon groaned and rose up to meet her, not just with his hips, but he sat up as well so that he could reach her breasts with his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her back, cupping his hands up and over her shoulders, so that every time she rose up, he pulled her back down, helping to set the rhythm.

With her forearms on his shoulders for balance, her fingers gripped his hair as his lips and tongue worshiped at the altar of her breasts. She rode him hard and fast, loving the strength in his hands as he guided her downward and the way he seemed to suck harder at her breast when she rose back up as if he was trying to keep her from getting too far away.

Gabby was so close to the pinnacle that she would've been unable to give the proper response if someone had asked her name. Jon could feel it, and knew just what to do to push her over. She sucked in a breath and threw back her head when he bit her nipple, just hard enough to force the reaction he wanted. She sped up her pace, as she rode out her orgasm. Jon gasped at the feel of her inner walls gripping him tighter. The hands on her shoulders squeezed harder as he plunged upward several more times as he came for her.