Alexandra clipped a mic on Rava and sat in the chair across from her. The interview began with basic questions.
“What is your name? Where are you from? And how long have you been in the U.S.?”
Rava answered matter-of-factly.
Then, Alexandra asked, “Why did you come to the United States?”
Rava closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them, she said, “I am sent here for information from Birdwell Caraway. We had sex in my hotel room three different days. Then, I tell him we get kinky. He like that, so I invite him to private club. I record our sex and blackmail him. I need FBI’s knowledge of Russian spies in America.”
“What happened after you blackmailed him?” Alexandra asked.
“He gave me names of three Russian agents being…how do you say? Um…tracked. I knew he is holding out. I push for more, but he refuse me. I put out video to scare him, but he didn’t tell me more.”
“Do you regret what you did?”
Rava glared at Sin, standing off camera. “No. I love my country.”
After closing out the interview, Alexandra approached Sin. “When can we air this?”
“Forward me the uncut version ASAP. I’ll get it to the right people. Then, you can run it first thing tomorrow.”
“That’ll work. Thank you for contacting me.” She peered over her shoulder at Evangeline, leaning against the wall. “How’s she holding up?”
“Like a pro.”
Sanchez pulled Rava to her feet. “Time to go.”
“Where you take me?” Rava asked.
As Evangeline approached Rava, adrenaline pounded through her. While she was nowhere near being cleared to return to work, the case had shifted in her favor. Regardless of the agency’s internal investigation, she hoped Rava’s confession would restore her reputation.
For that, she was indebted to Sin. In a matter of weeks, he had saved her job. Rava would have disappeared—and taken the truth with her—long before the FBI could have located her. And Evangeline’s career would have been destroyed.
Evangeline grasped Rava’s arm, but she jerked it away.
“Don’t touch me.”
Rava slid her hand into her bra and dug something out, but Evangeline grasped her wrist, pried open her hand, and seized the tiny capsule. “Taking the easy way out?”
“Motherfuckers.” Rava kicked at Evangeline.
As Evangeline jumped out of the way, Sin pointed his Glock at Rava. “Enough.”
“Shoot me. I don’t care.”
Strong-arming her, Sin forced her outside and down the street. At the corner, three FBI agents waited. One identified himself before reading Rava her rights. As she was being placed in the back of the vehicle, she spit at them. “You sons of bitches. I hate you. I hate all of you.”
“I’ll have her taped confession to you within the hour,” Sin said.
“Impressive work,” said one of the agents.
“Glad we could offer an assist,” Sin replied. “Keep us posted.”
“Will do,” said the first agent.
The agents jumped in their vehicle and pulled away from the curb.
“Well, I guess that’s that,” Sanchez said, clapping her hands together. “I’m gonna head out.”
“Thank you for your excellent work,” Sin said. “Take tomorrow off.”
“Thanks, boss.” With a smile, she left.
Overcome with unexpected emotion, Evangeline swallowed hard. “No one has stepped up for me like that, ever.” Though public displays of affection weren’t her thing, she hugged him, dropped a peck on his lips. “Thank you for putting your life on hold to help me with mine.”
He kissed her forehead. “My pleasure.” They fell in step as they headed back to his vehicle, parked around the corner. After ducking inside his car, he asked, “Where to next?”
“Your place, if I’m invited.” She shot him a little smile.
“Always.”
“I wish we could fly away and escape this insanity for a few days.”
“That can be arranged.”
“Not now. I’m turning my full attention to finding Uncle Charlie.”
“What about getting your job back?” He pulled away from the curb.
“You are my top priority.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“You’re going to like it even more when I show you how grateful I really am.”
19
True Confessions
They entered his home and she slammed into him. He ran his hands down her back, then stripped her bare. She tore off his shirt, dragged her hands down his smooth chest and over his cement abs. Off came his pants and boxers.
She gave him the once-over, waggling her eyebrows at his massive hard-on. After pressing her lips to his sculpted chest, she kissed his warm flesh again and again. And she inhaled his delicious earthy scent. When she wrapped her fingers around his massive cock, he released a long, deep moan. Their lips met in another explosive kiss while she gently stroked his shaft. Arousal oozed onto her fingertips, sending chaotic energy charging through her.
She was done playing things safe, done keeping her feelings close to her chest. She cared about Sin and she’d do whatever necessary to keep him safe. She didn’t believe in happily ever afters, but she did believe in one day at a time. And today was the day she’d tell him the whole truth.
Her arms circled him and she whispered, “Thank you.”
He enveloped her in his and kissed her with such tenderness her knees went weak. “My pleasure. I love working with you.”
She melted from his honest, heartfelt words.
With a lethal smile, he whisked her into his arms and carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom.
When he set her on the bed, she pulled him onto her, and his eyes darkened with desire. His hot mouth surrounded her nipple, while his groans turned her wet with desire. He teased her other nipple with his thumb, but when he pinched her sensitive skin, she whimpered. The combination of pleasure with that swift painful sting, had her writhing beneath him.
“I need you,” she rasped. “Inside me.”
He covered himself in a condom, positioned himself over her, and plunged inside, her filling her to capacity. “Yesssss,” she hissed, as the overwhelming euphoria rippled through her.
“You feel amazing.” She loved how his beard scratched her cheeks, but it was the control in his deep voice that drove her so wild.
Clawing and writhing beneath him, she couldn’t pull him inside her far enough. His groan sent another shock of pleasure through her. His rough, intense kisses gave way to tender, loving ones. When he said her name, her eyes fluttered open.
His steely blue gaze awaited hers. “This is not fucking,” he murmured.
“Okay.” She was flying…so high.
“This is me loving you.”
She froze. Everything went into slow motion. Their connection was palpable and undeniable. Her heart swelled, her insides tightened around him. Despite the whirling exhilaration, she restrained the emotion teetering on the brink of escape.
As if he hadn’t just slain her with those words, he started moving. Slowly and deeply, again and again, while the heavenly momentum built to a dizzying crescendo.