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“I said closer,” Asma said in a low voice, the sound of her words amplified with a strange energy Gabriel knew but could not quite place.The tall, handsome Hispanic man blinked and tried to remember what he was about to say. His fingers worked at one of the buttons of his black sport coat as he tried to recall.Gabe meant to glance at Asma. Only glance. She seemed to subtly glow in the parlor’s mood lights, reflected gleams bouncing off of her expensive-looking jewelry.Especially the heavy silver chain dangling from her throat. That thing seemed to gleam brightest.“I, uh…” Gabriel began, fighting for words as his mind clouded over in a murk that made his train of thought distant and soundless. “I came here…”“To ask me a few questions?” Asma finished, a small smile playing at one corner of her full, cinnamon-colored lips. “About the incident at the docks? I know, Agent Lima. And I’m ready to tell you all about it…”Asma patted her expertly manicured hand against the lush sofa seat to her left, the jewels in her rings glinting with light as they moved.“…when You. Come. Closer.”Gabriel inhaled sharply as another wave of…whatever was happening…washed over his already-struggling brain. Years ago, at a party he would never speak of again now that he wore an FBI badge, he had taken a drink that was a mixture of flavors and chemicals he had never been able to fully account for. He had had some of the best sex of his life that night with multiple women and he only remembered maybe half of it.What his mind was currently experiencing was very much like that.Now thirty-five years old and nearly a decade into a rewarding federal career, Gabe found himself too easily confounded by the woman before him, a woman only two years younger than him and yet operating in the upper echelons of power in New York’s criminal underworld. He had led the investigation that uncovered just how much more Asma had done with her family’s criminal empire than her late father and grandmother before her. He knew exactly how dangerous she was and the Bureau had more than enough to convict her, most of her officers, and even some of the other crime leaders dealing with her.And yet, here Agent Lima stood in Asma Bilal’s opulent penthouse parlor in the Upper West Side, trying to maneuver her into more intel in exchange for her own immunity, immunity the Bureau didn’t need to give her. In this moment that had so suddenly begun to haze over for him, Gabe could somewhat recall the bullshit he had fed his superiors as to why they needed to deal with Asma, bullshit that had come to quickly bite him in the ass after last night’s fiasco at the docks.Gabe blinked again and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He had only recently begun wearing contacts over his olive-green eyes and had to fight the urge to push up the glasses that were no longer there. “I think I…”Gabriel was about to say he thought he could ask his questions where he was – about six feet away from his impossibly gorgeous host and her glittering jewelry, in the middle of the parlor’s plush cream carpet – just fine. But when he opened his mouth to speak, Asma opened her legs just the slightest bit and that was enough. The bursa escort bayan short hem of her copper-colored silk dress lifted only another inch when she moved. Toned thighs that looked like they’d been soaked in fine hazelnut coffee – two of the best things Asma had inherited from her complex Middle Eastern heritage – shifted and caught the light along their curves as she subtly showed off her lack of panties.Gabe felt his dark slacks tighten. If he didn’t sit down soon, he was likely to lose what little modesty he had left.(Like I’m not about to lose it anyway…)“I think I’ll have a seat,” he managed to mutter as he moved toward the sofa.“Good boy,” Asma said in a soft purring voice. She shifted herself on the sofa to face Gabriel better as he sat, the ripples of warm light in her long, wavy black hair roiling like ocean tides as she moved. Her left elbow propped itself on the top of the couch cushions, her hand resting lightly against the curve of her cheek. Gabe’s investigative mind clicked on briefly, taking in a dozen details in an instant: the large, almond-shaped eyes with the dusting of honey fractals within deep brown irises; the gently curved nose; the little upturn in her upper lip that gave her a natural pout, even more pronounced by her smile; the minimal makeup, excepting the heavy application of mahogany-colored smokey-eye. They were details Gabe had taken in a dozen times over the last few months of their little agreement, and yet, he still found himself dazzled by them whenever he was in this woman’s presence.That dazzling effect disturbed him on some level. And yet he struggled to deny her.And then Asma removed her hand from her cheek and began tracing her finger along the contours of Gabriel’s hand. Little sparks of arousal flared through his mind as he fought for focus.“You had questions…?” Asma said in a near whisper, her eyes shimmering like she was about to laugh.(Playing with her food, more like…)“Several, um…” Gabe cleared his throat. “Several containers were broken into before your security arrived. There were, uh…there were a lot of items missing after the firefight, at least according to the manifests. Items you told me were supposed to be housing Cassetti’s drugs for the smuggling op.”That’s it, Gabe, he thought to himself. You’ve got your focus back. You’re on a roll. Stay on track.Asma sighed with only a little exaggeration and made a show of shrugging her shoulders. The thin silk straps of the dress were barely keeping Asma’s hefty breasts aloft, and when she shrugged, two glorious mounds of cleavage rose up her chest.What was that about having your focus back? some other obnoxious voice said in Gabe’s head.“I don’t know what to tell you, Agent,” Asma said. “I gave you what I had. I’ve no reason to lie, you know I can’t afford to risk my immunity after what the Bureau has collected on me. We made the deal with Cassetti, he was supposed to arrive personally…I guess he didn’t trust me.”Can’t imagine why, that obnoxious voice continued.“Asma…” Gabriel said, clearing his throat again. “We both know you’re smarter than that. Cassetti’s görükle escort enforcers came armed for war, not self-defense. They knew something.”Asma kept smiling, but the nature of the smile shifted from playful to predatory. “I have reason to believe I may have an idiot in my ranks.”“An idiot?” Gabe scoffed.Asma nodded slowly. “Someone stupid enough to betray me. And this someone clearly knows about our deal because they deliberately waited until this particular shipment to leak the information to Cassetti. You’re right, Agent Lima, I am smarter than that. And the situation will be dealt with. Meanwhile, I’ll simply have to feign insolent outrage to Cassetti and keep him comfortable in what he thinks is the high ground. The immature syndicate heiress act has done me wonders so far.”“So I’m told,” Gabe said. “And that’s not all.”“No,” Asma said, amusement returning to her smile as her right began to slowly feel its way up Gabe’s knee. “No, that’s definitely not all.”Gabe felt the bulge in his slacks rise before he saw it. Asma saw it too and gave a soft chuckle not unlike the lowing of a lioness.Her hand moved higher up Gabe’s thigh.“What are you doing?” Gabe asked in a husky voice. His mind screamed for him to move while his body was content to ignore his mind and sit right here waiting for the show to begin.“Gabriel,” Asma whispered slowly as she moved closer to him, her lips approaching his earlobe. Her breasts pressed against Gabriel’s shoulder and he found himself hyper-aware of her nearly-naked bosom rising further and further out of her dress’s trappings. “We both know you’re smarter than that.”Under any other circumstances, Gabe would have rolled his eyes at having his own words thrown back at him so cheesily.But under these circumstances, this goddess of a sharp and dangerous woman was rubbing him down and about to burst from her dress.“Listen to me…” he began.“Every time,” Asma breathed in Gabe’s ear before peppering his exposed, tanned throat with little kisses. “Every time you come see me, all I want is a little Mexican dessert -““Mexican-American,” Gabe managed to choke out.“- and every time, you try so hard to fall back on your badge.”Gabe swallowed, not quite aware that his left hand had begun running itself up and down Asma’s exposed shoulder.“Only a moron wouldn’t find you attractive,” Gabe said, struggling to speak his mind. “But you’re also a criminal source. Do you know what -““I’m risking my life and freedom even speaking to you, Gabriel,” Asma said, throwing a little more of that potent emphasis in. More than just pleasure roiled behind Gabe’s eyes when Asma grasped his hardened length through his pants. “We’re both on the line, together. So since we’re here, together, we may as well enjoy one another while we can.”Gabe hissed as Asma shifted her grip on his clothed cock.“Now, Agent Lima,” Asma continued as she leaned back from Gabe. Her left hand went to her shoulder straps, flicking them off one at a time with each word she spoke.“I. Said. Closer.”The flimsy top of Asma’s dressed fell away from her chest, revealing healthy and natural breasts with taut little espresso-bean nipples. Her glittering chain fell just above the part between her luscious tits, and both chain and tits swayed a bit as Asma gave a little shake for good measure.She had Agent Lima’s attention.“I’ll never understand why you try so hard to resist,” Asma said, biting her lip with a smile. “We both know what we both want.”The last word hadn’t quite left Asma’s mouth when Gabe dipped his head down and smothered himself with Asma’s breasts. Asma gave a little gasp as he kissed the cleft of her tits and closed his teeth gently around her right nipple. Her grip flexed hard on Gabe’s slacks-covered cock and his teeth tightened on her as he groaned.“Clothes Off,” Asma sighed as her head went back and her eyes closed. “Now!”Gabe unhitched himself from Asma’s tits, the sport coat already sliding from his shoulders as he leaned back. The coat hit the floor at the same moment Gabe’s fingers began working the buttons of his shirt, his feet working independently to kick off his shoes and socks.Gabe’s mind fogged over completely; he was only vaguely aware of his hands working to remove his clothing. The only thing he could completely focus on was Asma herself. She seemed to move in slow motion as she slid the straps of her dress the rest of the way down her arms, bunching the dress around her hips as she completely freed her breasts. A thinly drawn tribal tattoo of intersecting curved lines adorned the crest of her rib cage beneath her breasts, a focal point that held Gabriel’s gaze.His belt zipped from the loops in his slacks and dropped beside the couch. The zipper came down and Asma could no longer simply watch. She helped her prey out of the slacks and gently pushed him back on the sofa. Gabe’s eyes glazed over as he leaned back on the piled cushions and velvety pillows while Asma’s fingers slowly worked the waistband of his boxers.“Do you have something for me, Agent Lima?” Asma purred.She pulled the boxers lower and lower. Dark pubic hair became exposed a bit at a time.“Yes…” Gabe half-whispered/half-moaned.One last tug freed Gabe’s aching cock, his thick length wavering a bit before it stood at attention. A light sheen of precum glittered in the soft light at the tip of the agent’s throbbing member.Asma’s tongue peeked out between her lips as she leaned in. “Well, hello,” she murmured, planting a long, soft kiss on the head of the cock before her. She made a show of wrapping her fingers around the brown length before sliding it inch by inch into her mouth, deep throating Gabriel’s cock and rubbing the shaft lovingly with her fingers on the way back up.Gabe let out a long, low growl. “Fffffuuuck, Asma…” he groaned.Asma dipped again and ran her tongue under the shaft like a child licking a lollipop. “Why Agent Lima…”Another dip. Another long suck of Gabe’s cock.“…do you enjoy this crime boss sucking your cock?”“Mmfff,” Gabe grunted as Asma swirled her tongue around his cock head. “Yes…”Asma chuckled before swallowing his cock once more. She then planted one more full-lipped kiss on the head and backed away, raising her prominent ass in the air as she did so. Her eyes and outstretched arms looked to Gabriel like a wildcat preparing to strike before she leaned herself back on the cushions of the sofa’s opposite end.Asma reached down to the hem of her skirt, her arms pushing her tits together seductively. Her fingertips pulled up at the bottom of her dress as her thighs spread wide, her quivering wet pussy revealing itself to the light.