Free Man of Mystery: A BBW Romantic Suspense by Lorelei Moone Page B

our bodies as we fight towards a common goal: release.
    He freezes first, his body turning rigid in my embrace. I shudder upwards against him one last time, letting my body take me over the edge and down into the abyss of pleasure.
    His forehead rests against mine; his rapid, strained breaths tickle my lips. The corners of my eyes burn, and almost straight away I feel the heat of tears streaming down my cheeks. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t do a thing about it.
    He lifts himself up slightly, running his finger over my wet cheek.
    “Did I hurt you?” he whispers.
    The concern in his voice makes me cry even more, but they’re not tears of sorrow at all.
    “No,” I say. “They’re happy tears.”
    He smiles at me and gives me a peck on my forehead and lifts himself up and off me.
    “Sorry about this, but I’ve got to call in what happened. Before they get panicky back at the office.”
    I nod, then lie back to enjoy the remainder of the post-orgasmic fog I find myself in.
    Before he gets the chance to get his phone out of his jean pocket on the floor, a loud crash rips through the quiet of my apartment, and the rays of flashlights light up the half-dark interior. I let out a loud shriek, but it’s soon drowned out by another voice.
    “Anti-terrorist squad! We are authorized to use deadly force. Surrender now, and no one will be harmed!” A man so loud he has got to be using a megaphone barks.
    I instinctively pull my blanket over myself, while Liam just straightens himself and lifts his hands above his head. He doesn’t even seem to care that he’s naked, neither do the half dozen or so armed men entering my bedroom, led by the guy I remember Liam referring to as
Clark
last week at the airport.
    “Clear!” Clark shouts, “Everson. Fancy seeing you here.”
    “Clark. What a lovely surprise.” Liam leans to the side, nodding at the scary redhead who has also entered the room. “Ma’am.”
    “Agent Everson. Care to explain what happened today? Or should I arrest you for treason right now?” the woman asks.
    “I’m sorry for this, Tess. I’m sure they’ll repair your front door…” Liam says while Clark puts a pair of handcuffs on him.
    I’m lost for words. Why the hell are they arresting him? Isn’t he one of them? And he actually took down the guy who abducted me too, which is a good thing, right?
    “I apologize for the intrusion,” the red-haired woman in charge says to me, as Liam is led out of my room, and then my house by Clark and the other men. “And I’m sorry he’s involved you at all.”
    I look at her, then at the men who are leaving, and at her again.
    “Liam rescued me,” I mumble. “Why is he in trouble for that?”
    “I’m not at liberty to say.” The redhead gestures at the last man, standing just behind her like a bodyguard, and they both turn on their heels, heading straight for the door. “Have a nice evening, Ms. Aldershot.”

Man of Mystery - Part 3
Chapter One
    All night I’ve been a nervous wreck. Is Liam OK? Surely it was all a misunderstanding, right?
    My calls to his number were met with a
switched off
message. By five am, I am too exhausted to stay awake and too frazzled to get to sleep. Maggie will have just reached home after her shift, so I call her instead.
    “Hey, Tess, what’s going on?” Maggie sounds alert concerned, obviously, why would I call her at this ungodly hour unless something was wrong?
    “I don’t know! I’m freaking out.”
    “Calm down; tell me everything,” Maggie says.
    I take a deep breath, then tell her everything that happened yesterday from start to finish. Ordinarily I would have embellished details or omitted things that may reflect badly on Liam, but by now, I don’t have the mental capacity or patience for any of that. Maggie is going to get the whole story, warts and all.
    Once I’m done rambling, she remains silent for a moment.
    “You still there?” I ask, worried that perhaps the line has gone dead, and I’ll