On The Run

Chapter Fifty - "The End Of The Beginning"

NOTE:

So, this is the end of the first part of this story. I'm still trying to determine the appropriate time to leave before I begin to post the second part, but it will only be a little time. I know how frustrating waiting can be.

As always, thanks for the support.

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Sarah

 

“Say it again,” Jake murmured against my lips.

I smiled and pulled back, feigning exasperation, “Seriously?” He grinned and gave me a nod.

“I. Love. You.” I whispered shyly.

“And I, you, Sarah Amelia Parks,” he replied, running his fingers along my face. He trailed kisses along my jaw and I moaned.

Wrapped beneath my sheets, my limbs entwined with Jake’s, I was on cloud nine. He looked up and stared hard at me, allowing me to mentally lose myself.

“I never know what to do with myself when you’re looking at me like that,” I whispered after a few minutes, my hand trailing his jawline.

He leaned into my hand, “I can’t get enough of you,” he muttered, leaning down to graze the slope of my neck with his stubbled jaw. It was almost like he didn’t hear me.

As I started to get drawn in yet again, I remembered our purpose for moving to my room – to get the Tyler Yates file. Yet, hours later, here we were, in the nude, as the file still lay on the glass table in the corner. It caught my eye and I shifted, breaking Jake’s exploration of my lady parts.

“We have to work,” I said painstakingly, shoving his chest.

“It can wait,” he said, planting a kiss firmly on my mouth. I totally forgot what it was I was talking about as I started to kiss him back, my insides starting to reach their frenzied peak, as his hands trailed lower and lower down my legs.

“No. It can’t,” I managed to say, between my racing breaths.

He groaned and rolled off me, “Fine.”

I sat up slowly, feeling heady from his kisses, and pulled on my robe. I picked up the file, which had recently been updated with hacked information about the Yates. We were trying to find some connection to Mary, and so far, we had nothing. Well, we hadn’t exactly taken a minute to look, so that could also have been part of the problem.

Jake sat up straighter and pulled on his pants. I climbed back onto the bed, next to him, and pulled open the file.

“What have we got?” he asked, leaning back against the pillows.

“Records. Assistants, nannies, consultants; any position with enough wiggle room for an intruder,” I replied, handing him half the contents of the file.

 “So, any discrepancies in the histories of these people, and it’s most likely Mary,” he finished. It was a little amazing how we could completely revert to work mode. Just like that.

“Yeah. We can do the background checks through the NYPD database; I had it decrypted, and it can’t be traced back to either of us.”

He nodded and stood up, “Okay,” he said, heading towards the door.

“Where are you going? You can use my computer,” I said. Every time the physical connection between Jake and I broke, I found it very hard to keep myself from longing.