Bless The Beauty - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,3

More than once, I’d told the voice what I wished I could tell others aloud.

There was a sense of freedom in it all really. To speak your mind without having consequences—the perfect friend, I thought.

A minute later, a loud beep acknowledged receipt before the voice responded,

“Welcome, Special Agent Hadley Sloan.”

“Nice.” Chase laughed. He followed suit, yanked his identification from the pocket of his jeans then proceeded to swipe his card. After the same response from the computer awaiting his clarification of clearance, he leaned forward and winked at me. “I’d like to screw you good.”

“Welcome, Special Agent Chase Finely.”

“Mmm.” I wiggled my brows in a sultry suggestion as the elevator doors opened. “I like that idea.”

Chase grinned, inclined his head to the elevator as he placed his hand along my lower back to usher me in. Once in, he hit the button for the fourth floor and the elevator shot up. He leaned against the wall and gave me a knowing look. “Wonder what’s up.”

“Considering the emergency text, I’d say it’s something serious.” Yes, our teams only worked during the night hours. No Agent could work all hours of the day. The job would be too draining.

Needless to say, it’s why this job fit me so well, I was never asked to work the day shift, which suited me just fine.

Chase nodded as he angled his head back to glance up to the mirrored ceiling.

“Fuck.” He sighed then looked back to me. “I should have slept more instead of spending the better part of the day buried inside of you.”

I raised my hand to my dead heart in shock, my face an expression of utter dismay.

“You’d rather sleep than fuck me?”

A slow grin swept across Chase’s face. “When you put it that way, no.”

I lowered my hand as he began to approach me. His eyes darkened, the pupils widened so quickly, I sucked in a breath from the power of it. No matter how much I had this man, just this look from him caused moisture to gather in my panties.

My body shivered each and every time he showed his intent, and now, I could barely control myself. I licked my lips to moisten them as I readied my mouth for his impending kiss. My knees braced as my body tensed to take the weight of him when he came at me.

Only a hairsbreadth away from our lips connecting, the elevator chimed and snapped me back to the present. In a swift move, I moved aside and raised my hand to his face.

“You know the rules.”

Chase sucked in a deep breath, frowned and stepped back. “No relationships within the Bureau or severe consequences. Yes…” He groaned, giving me a final once over. “I remember.”

It was another checkmark as to why we couldn’t make our relationship official. It’d mean one of us would need to polish up our resume to find other employment. Neither of us wanted that, but rules were rules, and put in place for a reason. Someone high up in the government had decided it complicated things. I couldn’t see much reason in it, but who was I to put up a stink.

The doors of the elevator hadn’t even opened before Mike’s enraged voice echoed through the halls. “Took you both fucking long enough to get here.”

I smiled innocently at my boss as his dark brows furrowed in unhappiness at me. His briskness was mostly for show. Behind those dark stern eyes, was a deep respect between us. I appreciated his whip ’em into shape attitude and understood the reasons for it. My team would walk circles around him if he let them.

Chase stepped out of the elevator then glanced back to me with a wicked grin.

“When I went to pick Hadley up, she was pissing around with her makeup.”

I took a giant step forward across the little space in the floor. The elevator doors shut behind me as I scowled at him and gave his arm a punch, and laughed a little too. “Why would I even bother looking pretty for you bunch of dorks?” When silence reigned, I glanced back at Mike, who didn’t look amused.

He waved us forward, stern and serious. “Enough jokes, we have a situation.” He spun on his heel and headed toward the strategic room.

As I followed in behind, I examined Mike. Despite the fact of being in his early forties, he was in better shape than most thirty year olds. As the Director, he was steady and strong. Tonight though, something