Page 23 of Felix and the Spy

The corner of his lips curved up. “I don’t know what I could offer you.”

“How about yourself? I didn’t ask for anything else.”

Her fiery hazel eyes gazed longingly, a mixture of anticipation, fire, and resignation. He sighed.

“Are you sure you won’t regret this? You know I’m not such a good deal. You could have someone who is younger, less wounded, more sociable.”

“We are having an affair, not getting married,” she said. “And I don’t want someone younger and less wounded. I want someone who cares about me, and who has the same desires I do. I want to explore whatever lies between us.”

He wanted it, too. So badly. But could he have it? Could he cross the line he’d created over decades?

“What if it doesn’t work out? What if we realize this was a bad idea?” He was used to thinking in worst-case scenarios. Amara was too dazzling, too beautiful, too brilliant for someone like him. Her future wasn’t a dead end like his.

“Then, we can go our separate ways.”

“How? We work together. You’ll have to see me every day.”

“Transfer me to Inferno City, then.” She moved in closer, crowding his space. “What are you afraid of?”

He had been married before. If he fell in love again, he never get over it.

“I’m used to being alone. It is predictable. My work fulfills me, but…” He raked his hand through his hair. Something was missing in his life.

Love. Passion. Companionship.

A deep sense of connection with another human being.

Didn’t everyone need that?

“You’re overthinking,” she cut in. “Do you want me or not?”

“Yes. Desperately.”

“Then, have me, and stop making excuses.”

Felix didn’t know whether it was the stifling heat, her tears, or the picture of her naked with her fingers between her legs, but he seized her arm. Then, pulling her flush against his body, he bent down and kissed her. Her firm, perky breasts pressed against his chest as their bodies molded together. She was so warm, so alive in his arms, and he wanted nothing more than to worship her; and give her all the things she wanted.

Heat exploded inside him the minute their lips touched. Her soft lips parted under him. He was a demon and though he had excellent self-control, years of celibacy had leeched his reserve.

Amara's pleased groans filled his mouth. Her fingers dug into his sweaty hair, tugging at his locks and pulling his face closer to deepen the kiss. She nibbled on his lower lip, her tongue soothing the wound her bite had left last night. She tasted of salt, expensive liquor, and explosive desire. Every brush of her lips stroked a flame inside him—one that had been lit last night. It had been stupid of him to think he could go back from it. He’d always crave that passion, always wonder how far they could go.

Amara’s tongue tugged at the seam of his mouth and he opened for her. She plunged her tongue inside, her hips needily rubbing against his growing erection. A pained groan escaped him when her hand brushed his bulge, palming him through his trousers. He tried to pull back, embarrassed, but she didn’t let him go, using her free hand to undo his buttons. All the while, she continued to kiss him feverishly. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, bringing his hand to her breast and squeezing it. He took the hint.

Felix peeled her blue blouse open button by button. When it parted at the center, he pulled the fabric away to reveal her breasts. She wasn’t wearing any undergarments. He lost it right there. It was disturbingly erotic. Hard, dark pink nipples stood at the tip of her perfectly sized perky breasts. His large hands closed over a breast and she moaned in his mouth, pulling his hair harder. Palming her breast, he felt her nipples pucker. When his thumb brushed a springy tip, she arched and pressed her breasts into his palm. He pinched the nub slightly, rolling the tip between his fingers.

She tore her mouth from his, gasping for air.

“More…” She whimpered in a voice that was saturated with need.

Heat coiled around his groin. He trailed kisses down her jaw, peppering her shoulders, and collarbones, before reaching her straining tits. When he pressed a kiss to her puckered tip, she made a strangled noise. His tongue swept over the tight bud. Wrapping his mouth around a fat nipple, he suckled gently.

“You’re so good at this…” she said, holding his face closer. The heat and his tongue made her go crazy.

He lavished the same care on the other breast, taking his time to taste her, to kiss every inch of her tanned skin. Face buried in her breasts, his hands were already reaching for her legs. He wanted to feel how soft she was there. How wet.

Pushing her against the wall, he lifted up her skirt, running his fingers up and down the soft skin of her thighs. “Your skin is like silk…I can’t believe I get to touch you.”

“I want you to do more than touch,” she whispered in his ear. Her hand seized his index finger, moving it up her skirt to the damp spot between her legs. He groaned when his finger made contact with her slick, wet pussy. “Feel how wet I am for you.” Moving a digit over her dripping slit, he watched her eyes roll back in her head. Grinding her hips, she said, “Just like that…I want you to rub my clit with that big, calloused finger. Reward me for being a good little slut.” A pained growl emerged from the back of his throat. He wanted to kiss that dirty mouth of hers. “That night at Sazan’s house, I was thinking of your fingers inside me when I came.” Every word out of her mouth was a spell that made him fall deeper. “I cried out your name in my fantasy. I wanted you to touch me there and make me go crazy.” He felt her little nub and pressed on it. Shocks of pleasure ricocheted through her body, and she forgot to speak. He rubbed circles around her clit, taking it between his fingers and rolling it. Her hips bucked. “Hmmm…this is better than my dream.”

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