The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(58)

The situation sucked and I didn't want to talk about it anymore, instead I wanted him to kiss me. It had such promise earlier and I still desired him. If this was the only time I was going to get a chance to be intimate with him, I didn't want to go to a new life without experiencing certain things.

That included being with John, sexually. The chemistry that had been brewing between us since the moment we met was only growing. The more time we spent together, the more I realized I couldn't walk away from him without getting what I wanted from him.

“I cannot believe you work for the government, you stand for everything my father has always hated,” I said shock sinking in at everything he'd just shared with me. The better question was what I was going to do with this knowledge, if anything.

“Your father is giving up everything for you, he knows he's most likely going to jail for past crimes, he may get a reduced sentence for helping me, but he's really trading his freedom in exchange for the promise of your safety and the start of a new life for you,” John told me and leaned forward to place his hand on my cheek. “Don't throw away his sacrifice on a whim. Think about what he's offering; let us take care of you. Let me take care of you. We can figure this out together. They've even told me I can go with you to make sure you adapt and get settled in your new life for a while before leaving you on your own.”

“What if I ended up wanting you to stay?” I realized that there was a good chance the longer I spent around John; the more my heart would get involved. Right now, I was just in lust with him. The kind where you wanted it bad, but if it was gone, you'd just eat chocolate and be okay.

But if I spent a lot of time with him, day in and day out, I'd grow to want to him, to wish he was around, to desire him. To love him. He's the kind of man you love. He's the kind that you could picture a white picket fence with, babies. The works. Even if he was going to walk away in the end, I wanted to seduce him. I want to be with him, and I've made up my mind.

I wondered where would we end up once we got there? Would he just walk away from me and never look back? Or would he give us a real chance. I wasn't sure. He was a hard man to read and he was sending me mixed signals constantly.

I knew he wanted me, the way he stared at my half-naked breasts showed me that if I pushed him, I could probably seduce him right here on this couch. But was one night of passion enough for me? Or did I want more?

Looking into his eyes, I debated and then leaned forward and kissed him. I'm sure I surprised him, he didn't look like he was expecting that reaction out of me, but I didn't stop. I kissed him passionately, leading until he took over and groaned into my mouth, his hands coming up to hold my head and take charge of the kiss.

Normally, I would have been irritated with a man not letting me lead, after everyone else telling me what to do my whole life; I wanted to be in control. But with John, it felt right. I was okay following his lead, at least when it came to sex.

Chapter 5

Falling For The Agent

I was getting really frustrated with things interrupting us. Whether it was John putting a stop to our kisses, or the phone ringing. This time, I had just gone to reach for his shirt to take it off him when the phone rang. He had to take it, it was his boss and he stepped outside to answer it.

I sat there poking at my bunny slippers and realizing that in some ways, I had some child-like interests. I was shaped like a woman, but being isolated and not allowed to really live my life left me in a position where I was emotionally stunted in some ways. I could see why John might feel like he was taking advantage of me, and I respected that about him.

That doesn't mean I agreed with it and it didn't change the fact I was going to seduce him whether he liked it or not. Finding out he was a good guy, and had the ability to get me free of this life didn't hurt. I was still mad at my father for lying to me, but hearing that he was trying to do the right thing by me went a long ways for having me forgive him for the deception.

“They made another hit on the target,” John told me as he walked inside. “The agent is alive, and they have suspects. They'll be getting information from them and once we get enough to make arrests, your father will give all the details on his business, and every person associated with him and any of the other families he knows about. It will be over soon and I can help you be free.”

“I guess,” I told him, a little surprised that it happened so quickly.

“Do you know where you want to go?” He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say and I thought about it for a minute.

“Ireland.” I told him and grinned.

“Why Ireland?” He asked me looking surprised at my answer.

I stood up and walked over to him, placing my hand on his chest and fingering one of his buttons before answering him.

“Because making love surrounded by all the green hills and sheep sounds romantic. I know it is cold and rains a lot, but my accent won't stand out as much there, and I can live a normal life. Have a couple dogs, maybe a cat, a couple of kids down the road, and a white picket fence,” I told him and then frowned. What would I do for work?

He must have seen my panicked expression and put his hand to my face, leaning down he kissed me this time, initiating, distracting me. Moaning I pressed myself against him, glad that he wasn't pushing me away anymore.

I wanted him. He had better follow through this time, or I was going to rip my hair out. I couldn't handle the teasing kissing and just stopping over and over again. It was giving me the female version of blue balls and my vagina ached.