Spy Girl (Spy Girl #1)

He bites his way down my neck, and I can practically feel the steam rising from my crotch. As he unbuttons his shirt to expose my breasts and assaults them, I move my hips against his.

He holds me up in the air with one hand while sliding his clothes off with the other. Then his fingers move inside me. Slowly at first, which is a contrast to the harsh, hot kisses moving across my chest and the sucking and biting of my nipples. I throw my head back, not able to silence myself. I let out a string of curses mixed with moans muffled by his neck. I weave my fingers into his hair, and I force his mouth to meet mine. As he’s making love to my lips, he pats the couch for his pants, finds his wallet, rolls on a condom, and then plunges inside of me.

His hands tightly grip my hips, surely leaving bruises, as he guides me up and down.

I orgasm quickly, shocking myself and sounding like a sex phone operator. The number of naughty words coming out of my mouth are no act.

They surprise me, but seem to please him. I can feel him smile into my neck when I practically collapse into a heap on top of him.

My tiredness is quickly abated when he picks me up, flips me over, wraps my legs around his waist, and cups my ass. I shove my heels into the sides of his legs to hold myself in place as he slams into me—until we both are spent and panting.

Which as you would expect from a well-conditioned athlete takes quite some time.

After a few precious moments of his face snuggled into my hair, he picks me up and carries me into his bedroom.

When he is finished with me and passes out, the sun is peeking over the horizon.

I throw on his shirt, belt it with his tie, slip on my shoes, and then steal the pizza from his fridge on my way to catch a cab.





MISSION:DAY TWO





“How’d it go?” Ari asks when I arrive back at our hotel suite. He’s still wearing his tuxedo, and I suspect he just got in himself.

“If we didn’t have a mission, I’d have stayed a few days.”

“And you can cross both Olympic athlete and Vice President’s son off your sexual bucket list.”

“Very funny. That was work. We need to meet the Prince. What did you do?”

“I have my own iron in the fire.”

I squint at him. “How so?”

He pulls up his pants and grins.

“You didn’t! With Allie?” He shrugs. “You good?”

“You wanna find out?” he replies with a smirk.

“Ew. No, you’re supposed to be my brother.”

He shrugs. I want to punch him. “I’m just saying, you ever need to blow off some steam, you and I both know we’re not really related.”

“Did you ever visit Blackwood?”

“No, but I was briefed on your training.”

“They told you about my sex life? How in the world—”

“You were under a microscope the entire time you were there. That’s pretty obvious from your school file.”

“You got to read about me? That isn’t really fair. I don’t know anything about you.”

“There wasn’t much in it. Just stuff like your grades and how good you are at, well—everything. But it didn’t tell me anything about your personal life. What about your family?”

“They’re dead.”

“How did they die?” he asks.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Look, I’m not trying to pry—”

I interrupt him. “Why did you get chosen for this mission?”

“Not sure, but I think I’m your babysitter.”

“Why would you be that?”

“Maybe because I don’t have a vagina of my own, and I look silly in a bikini.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You’re obnoxious. Can we have this conversation after I’ve had some sleep?”

“You can sleep on the plane. I just ordered us breakfast.”

“How did you know when I’d get here?”

“Because, I think we’re a lot alike. That’s the goal, right? Leave them wanting more? You had to give Daniel a taste, so he will crave more. The question is, which one of us will win? Shall we wager a bet?”

“So you slept with Allie so she would sleep with Peter and talk him into going to Montrovia? What if she shows up alone? Peter is key to this plan. You better not have screwed that up.”

“I was hoping you might be smart and sleep with Peter instead of Daniel.”

“Peter isn’t really my type, but you’re right. We need access to their group of friends if we’re going to play this game. They would give us instant legitimacy.”

“And a two-pronged approach is always safer than going it alone.” He leans around, his eyes lowering to my ass. “I was told to watch your six. Not too bad of a job.”

I hold my hand in front of my butt. “Stop that! You can’t be lusting after me if we are going to play brother and sister.”

“Do you have real brothers and sisters? A family?”

“No. Do you?”

“Not anymore.”

“What happened?”

“My mother died of cancer when I was ten. My father was a four-star Army general stationed at the Pentagon. He died in a car accident during my senior year of high school.” He slides his computer toward me. “Take a look at this. It’s our joint bank account.”