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Love Undercover	By : gallygaskins Category: M through R > Robin Hood Views: 1581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8

Guy quietly crept from the bedroom into the living room, shutting the door behind him so as not to disturb Jo as she slept. He'd already sought the information he needed on Jo and was now attempting to find any evidence that would secure the truth in his mind. It had come as a bit of a shock to find out that Jo was indeed a police woman and a DI to boot, but he just needed to have some reassurance before he confronted her with the truth. She'd been so honest about everything else, or at least appeared to on the surface, but he hadn't yet had chance to see her file to ascertain any more of her background.

He felt thoroughly ashamed of himself, going through her drawers, the pile of planted academic books that had appeared since the last time he had been there and even going through her bag. He took stock, where would he put his badge if he were in Jo's shoes. It had to be somewhere where it wouldn't be apparent, so all the normal hiding places were out, and then it would have to be somewhere or something that a guest wouldn't necessarily use.

After finding the kitchen, he stood in the middle of the room turning in a circle and suspiciously eying shelf contents. On one shelf there was an old china Cornish ware teapot sat in the middle, it seemed to have been there a while judging by the dust on it and it was too high up and out of the way for Jo to use it constantly, if at all. His own height made it an easy picking and he soon identified some fingertip marks in the dust on the lid where the teapot had recently been opened. He took the lid off, feeling inside but his hand was too large. He lifted the pot from the shelf and peered in. There it was in the synonymous black leather wallet, he turned the pot upside down letting the wallet fall out on top of the counter before placing the teapot back from where it had come from.

He stood still for a minute, wondering whether or not to look at the contents. His curiosity got the better of him, reaching for the wallet and opening it up to his eyes so that he could see the evidence for himself. There it was in black and white on her warrant card even the photo confirmed it although it had been taken a few years before; she still looked beautiful to his eyes, even in the uniform. Her badge confirmed she worked for the Met. His fingers ran over her name DI Joanna Elise Harper, it sounded wonderful to him as it silently caressed his senses. He made a mental note of her warrant number, he'd be able to check it against the information he was still waiting to receive.

Deciding to have a cup of tea and wait for Jo to wake up, he boiled the kettle and searched for the bits he needed before tracing his steps back into the living room and taking a seat on the sofa as he had on his first visit. He smiled at the vision he had had on that first day before going over the events that had happened since. If anyone had told him this morning that he was going to make love to Jo that night then he would've laughed in their face. In fact, it had been the last thing he'd expected and he still needed to confront her, the original intention of his visit. But when he'd seen her, seen how upset she was he banished all of those thoughts replacing them with only ones to protect and comfort her.

He looked again at the warrant card and sighed, it certainly complicated things but did it have to have a sorry ending for them. He was sure he wasn't mistaken, sure that Jo wasn't taking him for a fool that their night together had been because she truly loved him, and she'd never have slept with him otherwise, would she?

"Guy?" He stared straight ahead as he heard Jo call his name. He knew instinctively that she was watching him from the hall. "Thank God, I thought for one minute that you'd left." She rounded the sofa, a smile beaming across her face, fading as suddenly when she spotted her wallet in his hand. She sat on the edge of the seat. "Is this what you wanted to talk to me about when you came earlier on?"

"Kind of."

She looked like she was about to cry, his heart went out to her. "I suppose this means that tonight never happens again."

"Oh, Jo ..." He began.

Jo cut him off, "I'm so sorry." Her head fell to her hands, her body jolting along with her tears.

Guy crept along the seat and pulled her into his embrace. His hands sought hers, moving them from in front of her face before taking her head in his hands and kissing her. As they broke apart he noticed her confusion, "just answer me one thing, apart from this," he passed the warrant card back to her, "have you been completely honest with me?" She nodded, he carried on, "your parents, fostering, the rape, everything?"

"Yes," she whispered, "everything. I had no reason to lie."

"You had every reason, Jo."

"But I couldn't. You meant too much to me. Ever since that very first kiss you gave me, I've just wanted to get to know you, spend time with you, become friends, love you maybe if you were willing to let me. Apart from saying I was a student, that's the only thing I've lied about."

"You needed some kind of cover, the books were a nice touch, just a little late."

"My DCI's idea."

"Why Vasey Enterprises?"

"Why not? That slime ball is destroying the communities that we live in with his drugs and debauchery."

"But I'm involved too, Jo."

"I know, but we can work something out. We have to. Guy you're nothing like Vasey, not underneath."

"Aren't I?"

"No, I can't quite put my finger on it yet but Vasey has got some hold on you, you're not scum like him."

"I sell his drugs, Jo."

"What?"

He could hear the disbelief in her voice, if only it wasn't true, he didn't want to hurt her like this. "I'm the one that sells the drugs, I take the orders, I meet the dealers, and I swap drugs for cash."

"Why are you saying this?" She got up from where she sat and paced over to the fireplace, her back to him. She was angry; her fists were balled at her sides.

"Because I need to be totally honest with you, you've shown me your honesty; I need to show you mine."

"By telling me that?" She turned to face him, her eyes hard, "sure fire way of me hauling your arse into the cells."

"I'm involved, up to my neck. I don't want to be but I have no choice." He looked away from her piercing gaze, unable to take it any longer. He sighed heavily. "My mum is very ill and needs a lot of care and expensive medicines. Stuff that I couldn't afford on my own. Vasey offered me a chance to help her, I then worked my way up within the organisation and I'm now at a point where I not only get paid very generously but I also earn a percentage of everything that is sold. I could never have dreamt of having such riches by just being an architect, Jo. I have everything I want and need because of Vasey, including you.

"But that's where the problem lies. I am finding that I don't know where he ends and I begin anymore. The only reason I still go to work for him and do his bidding is to make sure my mum is getting the best treatment that money can buy. She's all I have left."

"She's not," Jo knelt in front of him, "you have me, too. I love you Guy and I'm not about to lose you. I can help you, if you help me. Will you let me help you?"

"What about my mum?"

"I would need to speak to my boss, but I'm pretty sure he would be willing to help there too. So?" She smiled.

"Let me think about it?"

"Guy, I can't be seen to be consorting with a villain, even if he is a victim of circumstance. I need to know that you are with me."

"I'll always be with you, because if you think for one second that I could ever let you go, I couldn't. You mean too much to me. I've never felt like this about anyone else." He leant toward her, kissing her on the lips, helping her fall back to the floor as he took a position above her. "Even if tonight hadn't happened, Jo, there is no place on earth I would rather be than next to you." She sighed against his hand as he began to kiss down her throat and along her collar bone. "Vasey wants you," he kissed the top of her cleavage, pulling at the dressing gown with his free hand. She helped by undoing the knot in the belt. He watched her nipples peak in the cool air before taking one into his mouth, "he wants you to sing in the club not the casino."

He began ministering the same to the other nipple, his hand now over the first. "In the club?" She breathed out.

"Yes, we could use this to our advantage."

"How? Oh, Guy ... that's good."

He'd worked his way down her rib cage and to her belly button, "you'll be in a better position for me to help you get the information you need to go in there and take Vasey down." He circled his fingers through the downy hair at the top of her thighs. She wriggled and writhed under his touch as he sat between her legs and plunged a finger deeply into her core.

"Oh, God." She wetted her lips, attempting to concentrate on anything remotely Vasey, "I need someone else in there with me."

"Who?" His mouth joined his hand at her entrance, plunging his tongue inside of her in order to find her sweet nub and began lightly flicking it, the nerve endings shooting sparks throughout her body.

"My cousin." She managed, moaning when he stopped. He leant up, his eyes travelling the length of her body until he met her own, watching him from behind hooded lids.

"He's not really your cousin, is he?" He smirked. She shook her head hoping that he would return to what he had been doing before. "Who is he?"

"Will you continue if I tell you?"

"Yes."

"A colleague."

"One that you like?"

"No, I would never get involved with someone I worked with."

"You've become involved with me."

She leant up on her elbows, "technically we're not working together, now are you going to finish me off or do I have to do it myself."

"Does he like you?"

"Guy?"

"It's one question."   He grinned. "Answer it and I will continue to pleasure you."

"Yes."

"How much?"

"I don't know. And to be honest, I don't care." She sat up pulling him toward her and plundering his mouth with her own. "I want you."

He pushed her back to the floor, taking up his place between her legs, his tongue and fingers resuming their employment. He stopped once more, a wicked glare. "I bet you do care?"

"Matthews, I swear to God that I will drag you ... bodily ... oh my God!" He worked quickly, his expert fingers and mouth doing her justice and taking her over the edge. She screamed his name out as her juices flowed, her hands pulling at the edges of the rug as her orgasm continued. Her chest heaved as she panted, his body sliding over hers, useless to her at the moment as she was rendered motionless.

"What were you about to do to me?" He asked mischievously.

Feeling had returned to an arm, she put it over her eyes as she recovered. "I hope you're not going to do that to me every time. I can't keep threatening you with the clink when you decide you want to know something, especially when it concerns a male colleague." She shivered as he tickled her sides with his fingertips, the goose pimples reaching over her body to her breasts, a faint need beginning to replay at her centre. "Guy?"

"Mmm?"

"Before I lose all state of focus and concentration as you make love to me again, is there enough information at the club to take Vasey down."

He had begun to become acquainted with her body once again, his lips and tongue covering a breast as his hand sought her wet hot core. "Yes, plenty."

"Then you'll help me?" She laid back, her legs wide and a cushion under her hips as Guy pinned her arms above her head and entered her slick pussy with ease.

He kissed her deeply, relaxing for a second as he stayed within her, "yes, I'll help you." She arched her body back so that her hips joined his, signalling that she needed release. Guy drew back and entered again and again, building up toward a crescendo that exploded with their united song for one another, holding onto each other as their orgasms ebbed and drifted away.

Spent and cold, Guy picked Jo up and deposited her back into bed before joining her, drawing her to him and never wishing to let her go, not even in sleep.

.oOo.

By the time Jo awoke, night had turned into day and she once again realised that she was on her own. On this occasion though she felt more at ease, somehow knowing that he hadn't skipped out on her during the course of the night and that he would be in the flat, somewhere. She wriggled over to take possession of where he had occupied her bed, burying her head in the pillow and picking up his scent. A grin appeared when she resurfaced, it hadn't been all some big joke, and it had all been very real and very beautiful.

At around two that morning they had been in each other's arms. He'd woken once more and had goaded her body into wakefulness by any means he deemed necessary. She soon had her legs wrapped around his hips again, enjoying the thrill of having him inside her and making her feel incredible. When she thought about it, she'd scoffed at the sight of three condoms on the side by her lamp. Even though they hadn't used them she'd never expected such a performance and if she really knew Guy like she thought she did she was going to get lucky again before the morning was out.

She reached a hand down to her core as familiar feelings began to erupt, a tentative finger stroked over her opening. She could feel that she was already pooling; no one, apart from Guy, in the history of her relationships had ever made her feel this good when they had touched her or made her feel so wanton. She explored a little deeper running the tip of her finger over her clit in much the same manner as Guy had done with his practised hand and tongue all those times before. She pulled it out gradually before pushing back in and letting out a little sigh. She began riding her finger edging it in a little further with each stroke, her inhibitions now gone as she relaxed deeper into the pillows and allowed her thoughts to drift to the man that had occupied her space for the last few hours.

Becoming aware of a new sensation she opened her eyes. Guy was knelt over her, watching her intently as he held her free hand over his cock rubbing their united hands along his length. She stopped, embarrassed by her brazenness. "Why have you stopped?" He simply asked.

"I'm sorry; I know I'm not supposed ... that you're supposed to be ... it just came over me."

"Why?" He asked, "what were you thinking about? What was it that started you on your road of self discovery?" He smiled down at her.

"You're not angry or upset with me?"

"Jo, what for? Because you were masturbating yourself?" He watched her cheeks become aflame. "I'm just glad you seemed to be enjoying it. Have you never done that before?"

She shook her head, "never. I was thinking of you and I had this feeling between my legs and ... look I've never been with someone that wanted me to be the centre of attention before. It's always been about them, never me. It was all 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am.   Quite literally one time, the main reason I don't sleep with my colleagues, tends to complicate things."

"Hmmm. Well, the one thing I want more than anything Jo is for you to enjoy yourself. There's no point making love and not having fun, no point having sex and not having fun. Do you want to know what I thought when I saw you pleasuring yourself?"

"Yes, I think, oh no, I don't know." She covered her face with her hands attempting to hide her embarrassment.

He grinned at her indecisiveness, "I thought, now there's a woman that clearly enjoyed what I did to her so much that she wants another hit. And it turned me on." His bright blue eyes became darker with lust. "As you found out last night we don't always have to couple to have great sex and at that moment I wanted to understand you better by watching what you were doing, the experiments you were making on your own body and how each different movement was exciting you, so that I could use them on you the next time. Then I wanted your hand around me, I could see you weren't too far from orgasm and I wanted a piece of that too. Did it frighten you, my cock in your hand?"

"Do you have to call it that?"

He was stunned, how could a 35 year old woman be so coy? Not that he didn't love the attribute.   "What would you prefer?"

"I don't know, Guy I'm not used to so much talk. To be honest there's only ever been action."

"And that's why you've never had good sex let alone great sex." She giggled. He asked again, "did it frighten you, your hand around my penis?"

"That sounds worse."

"Jo? Answer me."

"No, I wasn't frightened by it, by you. It felt lovely actually, warm and smooth, like velvet," she bit her lip. "I feel so wanton."

"Not quite," he wrestled her hand from her side and put it back over his shaft. He let go hoping that she would leave it where he had placed it, she did. "That should feel wanton, Jo, but it also feels really good. How do you feel? Is there anything you want me to do?" He wanted a reaction out of her. He lent down to cover a nipple with his mouth before looking up at her, "suck your breasts?" A hand went to her centre, "tickle your pussy? Lick you or finger you?" He stopped, resting his hand over her abdomen, "or perhaps you want to try masturbation again? The choice is yours."

Unsure of what she wanted she took a moment to think, Guy was obviously very open to any suggestions and not disgusted by finding her in such a state of licentious desire. A smile crept over her features, he responded in kind as her hand crept over her body, finding and touching an erect nipple before travelling further down and placing her hand over his, as it lay resting where he had placed it. "Help me?" He nodded words now no longer necessary as his hand crept down over her mound and opened her up with his fingers around her outer labia. She threw her head back as she felt a new sensation of being totally open, her own finger inching inside her folds. She gasped and sighed, riding her finger until Guy could take it no longer and placed one of his own within her too.

She reached for him, her free hand now stroking the length of his hard erection before exploring his balls. For a second he almost lost it, emitting a low groan before composing himself. He caught her gaze, "Jo, slowly, please." She nodded, her hand back on his shaft, smoothing over the taut skin. "I'll tell you when to move faster." She nodded again, becoming once more absorbed in her ministrations on herself. Another of his fingers had joined her one and together they pumped her faster, she was becoming lost to the sensation, a leg dropping to the side and opening her wider as their united work brought her toward her peak. "Now!" He virtually shouted, her hand on his cock speeding up at his order. Before she knew where she was she and Guy were both in such a state of arousal that neither could stop. And although she was lost in her own world she could hear Guy's sudden mantra, "Jo, yes, yes, I'm coming, Jo ..."

She panted, unable to concentrate on anything, even the feel of his expended seed on her belly as she was consumed by her orgasm. "Guy!" She cried out before closing her eyes, her finger still within her as she clenched her legs together.

"Was that good?" She heard him ask, chuckling when the only response she could give him was a nod and a smile.

She turned toward him when she was able, "just how good though," she panted, "I'm not prepared to say. Might give you a complex?"

"I doubt it," he answered, "seeing you writhing away by whatever means is guaranteed to make me feel good, Jo." He slipped his arms around her, "we should get something to eat, need to keep our strength up." She giggled as he kissed the top of her head. "We can discuss Vasey too then, if you want?" He made a move to leave the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"To get my woman something to eat," he said, throwing her towelling robe around him and crudely knotting the belt, "I need to finish breakfast off, that's what I was doing before I was so rudely interrupted." He stood before her, his hands on his hips.

She couldn't stop thinking about how incredibly sexy he looked, the sight of stubble on his chin, his hair dishevelled and wearing her dressing gown barely covering his tall frame. "Hurry back then," she ordered, he made a move, "'cause I'm still hungry for a little more Guy loving."

She heard him tut as he crossed the threshold; he poked his head back around the open door, a broad grin on his face. "Jo, we have plenty of time, especially if you say yes to my question of last night."

She smiled watching him disappear, and then something struck her, "Guy?"

"Yes, my love?" He was back.

"How did you know I was a policewoman?"

He paced back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. "I nearly ran you over with my car." He jested. "In fact, you burst into tears when you saw me."

"I didn't see you, just the car; I didn't know it was yours. My boss had just given me a right dressing down; the last thing I was going to do was cry in front of him. What were you doing there?"

"Taking Vasey to a meeting. He noticed you too but I put him off the scent. You were with a uniformed cop."

"A good friend. She sat me down and listened to everything I said, basically told me to go with my gut."

"And what did your gut tell you?"

"That you're worth the risk."

"Really?" His eyes sparkled, "Vasey has coppers in his pocket, and I asked one of them to find out for me. Haven't seen your file yet though. Do you see me in a different light now?"

"No, I'm in love with you Guy, nothing can change that. And I know that deep down you're as good, kind and honest as I am, you're just travelling down the wrong road at the moment."

"So you think we're good together? We'll be good for each other?"

"Now who's feeling dubious? I think we're perfect for one another." Her hand went to cover his in his lap.

Dubious? It wasn't just doubt he was feeling. He looked down taking in the sight of her hand resting over his. He only hoped that she would be as willing to forgive as he had, not that it had taken much she was all goodness and fairness, he was just a liar. If there was one thing he could be totally honest about though was how he felt about her. "I love you too, Jo, nothing can change that." He leant toward her, cupping her cheek and kissing her on the lips. As they broke apart her stomach growled, "now, I'm going to get breakfast so we can feed that gut of yours."

He walked into the kitchen, leaning his tall frame against the nearest unit, letting his head fall back as he sighed. He no longer knew what he was doing and no longer cared. First thing Monday he would speak to his boss, Jo was far too important for him to lose and then maybe it wouldn't be too late to patch things up with her and make her understand what she meant to him. For he finally understood what she meant to him, she meant the world and he'd rather die than walk through it alone without her by his side.
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