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I’m taken back by her acknowledgment. She’s admitting she has feelings for me already and as nice as it feels I have to be leery.

“Can we agree to stay safe indoors?”

“I suppose if you can promise to be nice.”

“I’ve been thinking too. We got off to a pretty bad start. Maybe we should take the next couple of days to smooth things over.”

We’re inches apart. My hands are still on her knees. This isn’t how strangers should act around each other, but we’re not really strangers. I know her intimately, and it might be assbackwards, but it’s something. “I’m sorry about our little brawl last night. I lost my shit.”

“I deserved it. It’s not every day we’re thrown into this type of situation. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you took me out and left me for dead. I know I hurt you and led you on. I used you.”

“I used you too, Nina. It goes both ways. I had every intention of inserting myself into your life to pump you for information we could use for our operation. I spied on you. I lied about who I was.”

She places her finger over my lips. “I forgive you. We can stand here and marvel about who did what for the rest of the day, or we can make the best out of our predicament.”

I’m staring into those big brown eyes as I respond. “What do you have in mind?”

She takes her hands and runs them down my abdomen until she’s at the button to my pants. She’s holding them there, as if she’s contemplating her next move on my reaction. “My time on this earth could be limited. I don’t want to waste it by being afraid. There’s one thing we’ve done together that neither of us had to lie about.”

She’s talking about f*cking. I’m hearing her loud and clear. “And what will this type of activity solve?”

“Maybe nothing. We won’t know until we give it a go.”

“Didn’t you say you hated my cocky attitude?” I ask.

She shrugs with an ornery grin. “I did, but I’ll never deny your God given talents either. Besides, cocky and cock are two different things.”

When I kiss her I feel relieved. This will solve nothing. If anything, it will complicate our relationship more. For now I’m willing to challenge my inclinations. She’s too good to resist, and I’m done fighting. “You haven’t seen anything yet, babe.”





Chapter 20


Being naked with Nina feels natural. Unlike other women I f*ck, being with her makes me lose all sense of emotions. I’m drawn to her, as if she’s the one thing in the world I don’t want to give up. I can’t understand how someone I barely know can have such a hold over me this soon, but at this point I’m not willing to stop and question it. It’s time to abandon my gut inclinations and let whatever is happening between us move forward, because in hindsight this might be the last time we’re ever able to do this. Our time on this earth is probably limited. We’re both in too deep, and even if we can take down Alizar, there’s no telling what his second in command will do.

With every kiss my nerve endings come to life like an electrical charge. I can feel the hair standing up on my arms as Nina glides her fingernails over my skin. Her puffy lips course over mine in a taunting manner, drawing me in for a deeper embrace.

Before I know it my pants are unfastened and I’m ripping off the T-shirt she’s wearing. We’ve just gotten out of bed and she hasn’t had time to put on a bra. As my hands cup each one of her mounds, I begin to writhe with excitement. My mouth waters as I draw my mouth up to one of them, sucking the tip until I hear her breathe in deeply. I could spend the entire day with my face against these supple tits. Her nipples harden like pebbles, and my gut reaction causes me to sample each of them as if they’re a new undiscovered flavor. I’m obsessed with them, flicking my thumb over each while inching away to watch her head falling back as she enjoys the attention.

I’m staring at her body now, only a pair of white panties stand between me having what I want. I dip down and force her legs apart. Her thighs widen as if she’s opening the gates and allowing me entrance. For a second I pretend I’m royalty and I’ve come to claim my kingdom. I lick over the cotton fabric of her underwear, getting a rise out of her, and mostly the same reaction out of my cock. It jerks to remind me it requires attention as well, though I ignore it to conquer my own desperate desires for fulfillment.

Being with Nina comes naturally. It’s not about getting laid, but more about being satisfied beyond recognition. She’s forbidden fruit. She always has been in a sense, except now she’s let me in. It’s different yet still just as dangerous. I’m aware if we continue on this path we’ll get greedy. The feeling is too mutual to deny. I’ll crave her, and with our paths headed in different directions I know it will f*ck me up horrendously. I’ve never felt this way about a woman. I’ve never allowed myself to become attached, especially only after knowing her a short amount of time. As I drag my lips against the fabric once again, taking in the sweet scent of nectar, I’m falling deeper. Our connection may be physical. I’m not saying it’s the right way to start any kind of relationship, but for me it’s the only way I know it can happen.

I feel her hands running over my scalp. She’s grabbing at my ears while I continue to lick and tease her hidden *.