Page 12 of Agency
“Judging by how hot and soaked you are right now,” he purred again in my ear, “I don’t think there’s any ‘maybe’ about it.”
My! Where had all this come from? Clearly he was kinkier than I’d first thought, and used to being the dominant one.
Regardless of their origin, the filthy words pouring from his soft, kissable lips were certainly working, even if I hadn’t ever been much of the submissive type. I was already so, so, so close to having to bite back a moaning scream as I came on his sexy, rubbing, teasing fingers.
“You’re practically begging for it right now, aren’t you?”
“No,” I half-groaned. “No, not begging. But it does feel good.”
“Does it? Are you going to cum for me?”
“If you keep doing what you’re doing, then God yes.”
“And what if I stopped right now?” he asked, a hint of teasing mirth to his voice, even as my hips continued to grin against his fingers. “What if I just got up and walked away? Would you just go back to your room and finish without me?”
I pulled back as my hand shot down between us and grasped his wrist, even as my other came back around to caress his cheek, then his jaw. “Don’t stop.” I held his glittering, laughing green eyes with mine, piercing deep into them as if my gaze were a diamond-tipped drill.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop. Don’t even think it.”
“No?” he asked, his fingers still rubbing and circling. “Why not?”
“Because I said so,” I half-said, half-gasped.
“Not because you’re so close to cumming on my fingers in front of all these people?”
That was the reason. Of course that was the real reason. And the realization was like a spark in a fuel depot.
My abs clenched and my thighs locked on his hand, even as my fingers closed tighter on his wrist, and a shudder went through me as he continued to tease and tease, circle and circle, and deliciously graze my clit.
But to be called out on the reason by this man whom I hardly knew, but was probably an existential threat to my fake identity and career? By this man who wore the barest semblance of a teasing smile on his lips, who had identified the source of my perfume, who was probably a trained killer?
Oh my was that hot! Somehow, even hotter than where we were!
Biting my lower lip, I fought back against the moan bubbling up from me, struggled to not gasp for air as my hips continued to rock against his fingers, and all the pleasure that had built up inside me burst free. Shaking, rocking, gyrating against his hand still clamped between my thighs, I pulled his lips to mine. Kissing him roughly, hungrily, I came on his hand even as I nearly moan-screamed into his mouth.
Thighs still clamped and hips still grinding, I bit his lower lip and sucked gently as I rode the orgasmic shudders passing through my body like a surfer on the waves of Big Sur. Moaning, groaning, I continued to use his fingers, continued to take my pleasure from them. I don’t know how long my minor ecstasy lasted, but those seconds, or even minutes, felt like an eternity.
Finally, my ragged breaths burning in my chest, I loosened my thighs and released my grip on his wrist. Sighing, I turned back to my martini and gulped down the rest. A quick glance to the bar as I set down my empty glass told me that the bodyguard was now officially gone. Either he was somewhere else in the lounge, and completely out of sight, or he’d left with his date.
I let out another sigh, this one of relief.
The little rippling after-shocks of pleasure were still there, but now a a tinge of something I couldn’t quite identify was along for the ride. I was used to being the one in control, and a few moments ago I’d nearly lost that.
No. Even worse. Instead, I’d nearly given that control away. And… And I’d liked that feeling, hadn’t I?
Still, though, as Morgan lightly dragged blunted nails across the bare skin of my back, I couldn’t help the tremor of pleasure that rolled through me at the promise of more.
“So?” Morgan asked as my breath finally began to steady.
I glanced over at him with one raised eyebrow. “So?”
“You going to invite me up to your room, or what?”
We were still close enough together that our legs touched, and I glanced down between us to his lap, to the impressive bulge I’d earlier traced a nail up and down. My eyes went back to his, a smile on my lips. Earlier, he’d been perfectly happy with teasing me… So why not return the favor?
“Why should I?” I asked.
“Why not?”
