Page 66 of My Super Sexy Spy
“I can’t tell the pitches apart,” she admitted. “They all look the same to me.”
I picked up the remote to rewind, then hit play in slow motion. “You can’t see how that one curves? Look at that thing, it’s gross.”
She shrugged. “If you say so. At least it’s good to know you were honest about sports. Speaking of your fake career, what’s your plan now that you’re not a spy anymore?”
“Yes,” I hissed and gave a short fist pump. “You’re asking me about my job potential, which means you’re thinking you don’t want to be dating someone who is unemployed. I’m totally making progress.”
“Uh, hello, dating? We haven’t even had one date yet. This is sandwiches and baseball, which the jury is still out on whether I like it or not.”
I took offense. “Uh, do you remember Florence? We danced under the stars and moonlight. That was totally a date.”
“I got kidnapped by a Russian spy at the end. That does not count as a date!”
“Who knew you had all these rules about what constitutes a date?” I finished my sandwich then lifted her feet onto my lap so I could massage them. She still had half her sandwich sitting on the coffee table, and I considered one of the perks of being with Beth was that there would always be leftovers.
“Stop eyeing my sandwich,” she growled. “I’m going to save it for later.”
“Good thing. If I keep eating whatever you don’t, I’ll get fat and lazy pretty soon. Some rigorous sex might help burn off the calories…?”
“You wish. And don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t tell me what your plans are.”
I pressed my finger into the arch of her foot, and she groaned in a way that immediately made my dick hard. Or should I say harder. Just walking through her door, knowing she was letting me inside, was a step toward her letting meinside her,had me in a state of semi-arousal.
“Ah, back to the question of whether or not I would make solid boyfriend material. At least we know I would be better than your last dud who couldn’t make you come when he fucked you.”
“You’re avoiding the question,” she pointed out.
I was. Because I really didn’t know what came next. Since graduating college, joining the military, then finally getting accepted into the CIA, I’d basically been on an adrenaline rush for ten years. Now that I’d walked away, I wasn’t sure what would take its place.
“I have plenty of money if that’s what you’re worried about. The government pays for housing when you’re overseas, so my salary basically went toward savings.”
She slapped my shoulder, but I didn’t let go of her feet. I liked holding them in my lap. I just liked touching her.
“I don’t care about your money. I care about what you’re going to do with your life. Your future. As Leigh, you wrote that you were thinking about leaving your job over a girl. Was that me?”
I nodded. I knew agents who were married. Some of them even had kids. But most of the men and women who worked in the field didn’t. Or if they did, those relationships were usually strained to the breaking point. Which meant if I was serious about Beth, I had to leave.
And sitting here, with my dick hard and my belly full, watching baseball while I rubbed her feet, I realized I was pretty damn serious about Beth.
“I don’t want to be responsible for you walking away from a job you love.”
I tugged her closer then lifted her, so now all of her was in my lap instead of just her feet. Another reminder that she weighed barely anything and that feeding her, filling her up, was my new goal in life.
I cupped her cheek and was pleased when she didn’t pull away. “You’re not responsible for my choices. And the job, the way I did it, maybe I didn’t love it so much anymore. I’ll find something. But right now, my focus is on you.”
She lifted her hand to run her fingers through my hair. “I missed you when you were gone.”
“I missed you, too.”
“And since I’ve got no other nuclear formulas lying around to give to the U.S. government, you really are here just for me?”
Leaning in, I brushed a kiss along her cheek. Then her chin. Then her lips. “Just for you, Beth. Not a spy, not a sportswriter, not your lesbian internet friend. Just me, here for you.”
“Okay. Then maybe we can start working on that list of things you see happening between us.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. Lifting her in my arms, she pointed down the hall to her bedroom.
“Last time I fucked you,” I said, as I laid her out on the bed. “This time I’m going to make love to you.”
