Alien Diplomacy

this was more than fine with me. I was busy yowling like a cat in heat while he growled because it was so intense that he couldn’t talk, either. My orgasm started and, in this position, it just kept on going and going and going. The Love Knot ensured an Energizer Bunny climax, every time.
    Jeff’s body shuddered and then he roared as he erupted into me, and I climaxed so hard I could barely breathe.
    My legs went weak, and he let them fall around his hips while he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply. I usually couldn’t talk immediately after this kind of sexual experience, and tonight was no exception. The beauty of being with an empath, however, was that I could instead allow all the feelings of love, lust, and gratification wash over me and know he understood and appreciated them all.
    After a few minutes, Jeff nuzzled my ear. “Nice interviewing skills. You’re hired.”
    I laughed. “Can’t wait to start. I already love the benefits package.”



CHAPTER 56
    J EFF STOOD UP, CRADLED ME in his arms, and headed us for the bedroom, stopping only to grab the baby monitor.
    The dogs and cats appeared asleep and uninterested, which hardly mattered, since I was blissfully exhausted. Jeff slid us under the covers.
    “We’re naked.”
    He chuckled. “Jamie won’t care. We’ll worry about clothes when we get up to feed her.”
    “O-kay.” I wrapped around him, snuggled my face into his pecs, and went to sleep.
    The sound of The All-American Rejects’ “Gives You Hell” woke us, not Jamie. We got up quickly, found our nightclothes and put them back on, and checked on her. She was awake, playing with her Poof, several other Poofs standing guard.
    “She didn’t wake up for a feeding.” I tried not to worry about this.
    “She’s fine,” Jeff said as he picked her up and gave her a kiss. “Babies do sleep through the night, you know.”
    “Is she off schedule?”
    He sighed. “I don’t think we have a schedule to compare her to, baby. We’ll mention it next week, when Tito does our tests again, if she sleeps through the night again.”
    I thought about what we were saying. More to the point, I thought about the fact that we were saying it in front of Jamie. “Not that there’s anything wrong with sleeping through the night or waking up to have a feeding.”
    Jeff caught on. “Right. Jamie should do what’s best for her health.”
    Our potentially unhelpful attempts to ensure our child didn’t think we either did or didn’t want her to sleep through the night over, we did the morning routine, which was nice, then tried to mentally prep for whatever this day was going to hold, which wasn’t.
    Potential assassinations aside, Jeff actually had ambassador-type work to do. Sadly, Lockwood was right—Jeff might think of me as the Co-Chief of Mission and Walter might use the title, but when it came down to the paperwork, at least, Jeff was the only one who mattered.
    Then again, I didn’t like paperwork. And we now had four dogs that needed walking. Of course, we also had lunatics after us, or possibly after us. I checked and verified that our outfits for tonight weren’t in Pierre’s hands so fittings would be later, confirmed that Caroline was still sleeping, made sure the new parents and babies were doing well, and got a “no thanks anyway” from Amy. Then I rounded up the boys.
    They arrived at my door looking ready for action. I could tell they were both packing heat. “Dog walking time,” I announced cheerfully.
    Len and Kyle both stared at me for a long moment. “Are we driving?” Kyle asked finally.
    “Um, no. While the dogs would be all for a cool ride in a limo and the idea of a dog park has certain charm until you, you know, think about it in regard to our dogs, the term ‘walk the dog’ refers to just that. Taking the dog and letting it walk. And do its business. In this case, letting all four of them do their business.”
    I could tell from their expressions that when Len and Kyle had envisioned working for the C.I.A., never had the idea of being on dog walking duty occurred to them. I felt for them. When I’d killed my first superbeing, I hadn’t envisioned doing what I did now, either. Live and learn fast was my motto, of course.
    “Come on, guys. I have to push the stroller. You’re both big dudes. You should be able to handle the dogs without issue.”
    “It’s their issue we don’t want to handle,” Len mentioned.
    “It’s a crap job, I’ll give