I was a fucking hypocrite. I sat on North’s bed with my dick hanging out, the woman bare and on her knees before me. I was asking her to trust, to believe that I wouldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t be an asshole like her father and all the mean shit he’d pushed on her.

Macon may have been devious and ruthless, using his own daughter as a pawn, but she knew what he was. She remembered me from all those years ago, but that was it. Taking the time today to research me meant she was interested and wanted to be informed. To know the full picture before going deeper with me.

Yet it was all lies. She thought I was a fallen FBI agent. Disgraced. Down on my luck and working for Marshall to pay the bills. She thought all that and was right here with me. I’d told her not everything she read was the truth. It was all I could give her, the only clue that I wasn’t what she thought.

I hadn’t lied, but I sure as shit hadn’t told her the truth.

I couldn’t.

We were the same, she and I. I was taking her innocence on faith, and she was doing the same with mine. Except I wasn’t innocent. I wasn’t what she thought.

I was investigating her. She would learn the truth about me, that she was my job, thinking I didn’t trust her to be innocent.

I believed in her innocence, and I’d told my boss that. She didn’t work in gray areas. The FBI was black and white, meaning no evidence that proved North’s innocence meant she was as good as guilty.

North wouldn’t do the shit Macon had. The woman who knelt before me was bare to me in all ways. I just had to prove her lack of guilt to my boss. That was the only way we could both be free.

North came up onto her knees. For a split second, I thought she was going to stand, to walk away. But she only raised up so she could lick the drop of pre-cum from my dick.

My hand went to the back of her head and I tugged on her hair, forced her to meet my eyes as I lifted my hips, pushed my jeans down with my other hand.

My full length sprang free and was inches from North’s face. Yet I kept my eyes on her. I saw everything there in those blue depths. Trust, desire, the need to please.

“My dirty princess.” I slid my hand around, cupped her jaw, ran my thumb over her plump lower lip. Then I guided her to my dick and she took me in her mouth.