All Chapters of His Undercover Submissive: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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#27: A Shower

~Colt~Wednesday, October 15I glance at my phone. It’s after seven in the evening. Emma is usually here by now. I’ve memorized her schedule – hell, her every move – in the weeks since I was released from the hospital.I text her. She doesn’t answer.Fuck.A solid dozen of my worst what-if scenarios, everything from a car accident to violence to her quitting me, roll through my head. Panic crowds in. I suck in a rough breath to cool my anxiety. Emma is a good driver. The likelihood of anyone shooting up the small-town salon where she works is slim. And she would never turn her back on anyone without a word, much less the man for whom she’s been a savior for the last month.After I awakened in the hospital in New Orleans, Emma maintained her vigil at my bedside for the next two days. Sawyer stayed glued to her, but by unspoken agreement, we kept the peace, in part for her. The other part… Well, I saved Reeves’s life in the past, and now the Boy Scout has saved mine.We’re square

#28: My Everything

~Colt~Emma stills before her stare drifts back to me. She studies me – up my legs, my abs, my chest…all the way to my face. Vaguely, I wonder whether she’s noticed behind my denim that I’m hard as hell for her.I send her a lazy smile. “That a problem? You’ve already seen it all.”“Um…no problem.”Her breathless reply gives me hope. Despite my injuries, the passing of nearly two months, and however Sawyer has fucking touched her, I still get to Emma. She hasn’t forgotten the night she spent in my bed. It’s all over her face.“How can I help?” she asks.Such a deliciously open-ended question. I almost hate to take advantage of her sweetness. I feel a teensy bit bad about trying to tempt her to cheat on her boyfriend again.But not enough to stop.I shrug. “Pretty much everything. If I lose my balance and hit my head…”“Oh…” She pales as if that possibility hadn’t occurred to her. “That would be horrible.”“The neurologist said another concussion this soon could take me back

#29: Screw It

~Emma~Thursday, October 23Less than thirty minutes after my last client leaves the salon, I rush toward Colt’s front door, feeling almost giddy.Today, his jaw was unwired. Tonight, we will finally be able to talk.For weeks, I’ve purposely kept our conversations short since speaking has been both hard and frustrating for him. But as I left his house yesterday, his smoldering stare promised he would have a lot to say tonight. So do I.I can’t wait.I’ve fallen in love with Colt Whitaker. After our night together, I was already halfway there. But now? There is no denying my stalwart warrior holds my whole heart in the palms of his big hands.Looking back, I suspect I’ve been head over heels from the start. Now I have the courage to admit it.What happens next? I don’t know, but surely God has a plan. The gospel of John says, “A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another…” So whatever He has in store, I will follow my heart.It won’t be easy. Sawyer still dislik

#30: Anyone Else

~Emma~Before I can even question why he’s stopped kissing me, he lifts me from my seat, strides to the other end of the table, then lays me across the cool, hard surface.“I want you, baby girl. I want to make love to you. I want to do this right.” He swallows as he grips my thighs, parts them, and steps in between. “But I don’t know how much more I can stand not being inside you. It’s felt like an eternity.”“It’s felt even longer than that.” I don’t mean to utter my thoughts aloud, but I can’t help it. Having Colt so close rattles me.“I’ve missed you so fucking much. I need you.” He shoves my skirt up to my hips and stops. Stares. Swallows before he brushes his thumb up my sex, barely covered by sheer, pink silk panties. “Oh, Emma…”My womb clenches. Blood rushes between my legs. Moisture spills to all the parts he caresses.My brain shuts down.With a whimper, I push my hips up to him in a desperate plea for more.Our first night together, I’d been torn between what was r

#31: Move In With Me

~Emma~I cover our dishes, then schlepp them into the oven. Back in the dining room, I pick up our clothes and leave them folded on the table. Then I head up the stairs.I hear the water running, but he hasn’t turned on any lights. I stop halfway down the shadowy hall. The air pings with tension. “Colt?”I feel his body heat behind me an instant before he presses himself into my back and plasters me, front first, against the wall.He nuzzles his face in my neck. “You’re still naked.”His breath makes me shiver. My own turns choppy. “Yes.”“Good. I like you that way.” Colt takes my hands and tangles our fingers together. I have no idea what he’s doing until he presses my palms flat against the wall. “Keep them here.” Then he shoves his feet between mine and nudges them apart. “I want you splayed out and helpless. You can’t stop me from kissing your neck or playing with your pussy. I can rub against you, put my scent all over you, slide my dick inside you again.”And he can. Alre

#32: I'm An Adult

~Emma~Thursday, October 23LouisianaStanding naked and numb in the middle of the empty dining room, I blink. What just happened?I feel flattened. My world has been shaken, turned inside out, upended every which way.Colt Whitaker did that to me.While my body was still glowing from the pleasure he’d heaped on me, everything began falling apart.Now he’s gone.The second he answered the unexpected ring of his phone, my lover was replaced by pure warrior. Within minutes, he dressed, grabbed his bag, and disappeared on a dangerous mission to tangle with the drug lord who nearly killed him mere weeks ago.He’s left me terrified for his safety and burning with so many questions.I’ve known he makes his living as a sniper who kills bad guys and terrorists while keeping his fellow operatives safe. At least that’s what I’ve told myself.I’m glad my father is gone. I hated him. It’s why I killed him.Until Colt uttered those words, I would never have thought him capable of murde

#33: The Hell I Can’t

~Emma~The following morning, I roll over, stretch, and open my eyes. Last night when I laid my head down, I would have sworn I was far too upset to do anything but toss and turn all night. Instead, the minute my head hit the pillow, I all but fell into a coma.I glance at my bedside clock. Eight thirty? My first appointment is in an hour. Yikes!Tossing off my covers, I sit up and bound out of bed.Instantly, a crash of nausea drops me to my knees. I clutch my stomach and barely manage to crawl to the toilet before I lose the contents of my stomach.Ugh. I must have picked up the stomach flu from one of my clients.Early in my career as a hairdresser, I learned the hard way that the public is germ-filled. I was sicker that first year than I’d ever been.When I’ve finished retching, I flush the toilet and lie back on the blessedly cold tile. I’m going to have to call into work, darn it. After all the disruptions to my schedule these past few months, I really hate to lose the ca

#34: Not Yours

~Colt~Wednesday, October 29Orlando, Florida“You realize this is the work of our internal mole,” Harry Kane says over the phone.“I’d come to the same conclusion.” I pace the small bedroom in the thoroughly average house located in Orlando, itching to get out. “Who else knew you’d stashed Isabella Vargas on the outskirts of St. Louis?”“While she and her son lived there alone? Only Ryder, Rafael, and me. After we pulled Nadia out of Salazar’s Mexican compound when we rescued you? We had to make all those last-minute arrangements to get her to Isabella’s, so the whole damn team knew.”“Which means we’re back to square one trying to figure out who the fucking traitor is.”“For now,” Harry admits. “But it appears you’ve relocated Isabella and her family to Florida without Salazar being any wiser.”At least something good has come out of this shit show. “Who on our team knows Isabella’s new location?”“Besides Ryder and Rafael? Just you.”“I suggest we keep it that way.”“Tha

#35: Who Is This?

~Colt~Thursday, October 30St. LouisI arrive at the safe house just before one a.m. I doubt Salazar has gotten a message yet from EM’s mole, but just in case, I peruse the neighborhood. Quiet. Nothing out of the ordinary.So I creep around the back of the house and let myself in with the key I pocketed the day we left.I flip on a few lights, figuring that if the place is being watched, it will look lived in.A tornado would have had less impact on the interior. Isabella was only able to pack for herself and her son what they could fit in a couple of suitcases. Nadia didn’t struggle as much since she’d come with nothing and had acquired very little in a month. But Isabella passed most of her pregnancy and all of her son’s short life in this house. I know leaving was difficult.Too bad this mission isn’t about putting everyone out of their misery and ending Salazar. I don’t bother lying to myself; I want revenge. And if the drug lord were no longer on this planet, his estrange

#36: What's The Point?

~Colt~I scrap my plan to drive Isabella’s car to her in Florida, then fly home on Sunday.In case Salazar can somehow make good on his threat, I need to warn Emma now. It can’t wait.Through the thick of night, I force the little compact down the highway at speeds not intended for this small engine, refusing to stop for food or drink. The trip that should have taken over ten hours, I manage in less than eight.At ten on Saturday morning, I screech up in front of the preacher’s house. I fear Emma will be at the salon, already doing someone’s hair.But her car still sits in the driveway.Thank fuck.As I yank the keys from the little import’s ignition, the front door opens. I haul ass up the walkway just as Emma emerges and heads for her vehicle, staring at her phone.The sight of her alive and in one piece sends visceral relief sluicing through my body. I’ve fucking missed her like I’ve been gone for a year, not nine damn days. I visually inhale her, but that only makes me hungrier.S

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