King of Crime ✔️

An Easy Man

I was roughly awakened by my biological clock, immediately making me sit up straight. In a daze, I reached over Samantha for my wristwatch. 

Half past eight. I could still make it in time. 

Relaxing, my gaze brushed over the brown curls next to me, her delicate figure in the oversized black shirt, her rosy cheeks under her faint freckles. My stare lingered on her plump lips as I felt mine still tingling from her amazing skills last night. 

Rubbing over them, something in my stomach fluttered. I wanted to take her, right now. 

I pushed my morning-boner down into my underwear and carefully stepped over her to feel the cold wooden floor against my feet. Male instincts were made to be ignored, after all.

Gently drawing the blanket back over her thin shoulders, I studied her room. An enormous radio-installation greeted me. Was that there yesterday? Were all those thongs here yesterday? 

I shook my head softly at the sight, picking up my tie and shirt. Buttoning up, I crouched down at her cd's. 

There was an awful lot of Pearl Jam, a little too much to my taste. My eyes flew over the racks. Grunge, grunge, and more grunge, along with random bands from the eighties. Dire Straits, my dad really liked them. My gaze halted at the last rack and a smile crept up my face. Shakira and Beyoncé. Such a classic woman. 

I tied my necktie around my neck, trying for better or for worse to get all the wrinkles in my shirt out, and got up to embark on my quest to find the bathroom.

All morning, I kept reliving Samantha's lips on mine. Her frail body in my arms, trembling at every touch, and my dick throbbing against her entrance. I hadn't felt so good just by kissing before. Usually, it was just a way to please the woman more during sex, not something I particularly enjoyed. 

But Jesus. I didn't even know I could feel all those things she made me feel.

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Matthias was the only one to notice the hickey. I thought I had it covered it up with much expertise; just wearing a full-on suit. However, that didn't last the whole day. 

We were tracing a lead from Jason's phone, now that we also included the people who were after Samantha and Houghton in our investigation of Hannig, which brought us to an empty factory in the outskirts. 

The people who trashed Samantha's apartment resided there, according to Aram's findings, but it also was a large storage for guns and other military weaponry. Davidson had insisted that we took all precaution measures for the raid; an entire squad, full-on protective gear, and so forth. 

The bullet proof vest didn't cover up my neck, and before I could throw on my FBI-jacket, Matthias, with his incredible sharp eyes, already saw all what he needed to see. It's not like I despised people knowing of my sexual encounters, but my partner could be so incredibly vexing about it. 

As we hoisted ourselves into the front of the black vans and Matthias took the wheel, he glanced at me sideways with an enormous smirk on his toned face.

"So. Sammy-man, you had a great night?" he queried,

"Yeah, certainly. I slept enough hours for the first time in a while, actually." I dodged his real question and checked if my gun was unloaded.

"Oh, I see, a good woman put you soundly to sleep, then?"

"Boys, could you please not be having this conversation as long as I can hear every word you're saying?" Saunders voice sounded through both of our earpieces. "At least act professional."