Page 121 of Deceit

Already completed with the assignment that our commander, Ledger, has given us, Emmy has been dragging me around everywhere, excited as shit that we’re here.

It’s not really my thing but seeing that pretty smile and the way her honey-brown eyes light up like an enthusiastic kid makes my qualms about it simmer down.

She’s absolutely stunning against the lighting of the Vegas backdrop behind us. We’re buzzed as hell. I’ve been getting her to take shots of whiskey with me all night while she's insisted on drinking fruity drinks of her choice. Then add on the round of beers bought for us by some old couple, and we've almost had it all.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever done something like this after a mission—I haven’t. And Emmy and I don’t work together very often to my utter displeasure.

Emmy joined B723 three years ago, and I eye-fuck her more times than I care to count or admit to. Since arriving, she’s been captivating, a tad annoying, and I haven’t been this attracted to a woman in a really long time.

I’ve imagined her underneath me, on top, on my motorcycle, and anywhere else that I can sandwich her in between to thrust my cock inside her sweet cunt. The dresses and heels that she wears almost every damn day donothingto help me ease my aching dick when she’s around. It’s practically become an obsession, except I never totally reach that high to seize it.

“Am I blabbing too much?” Emmy asks me, pulling me out of my drunken blur. “I talk a lot when I drink.”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

“I know this has been lame but thank you for coming with me today. I’m not sure when the next time I’ll get to visit Vegas, so this has been—” She sighs like this has been a life-long dream of hers. “—completely awesome.”

“Anytime, Ems.”

Fly Me To The Moonby Frank Sinatra plays somewhere in the background, and Emmy turns her body to meet mine.

“You know, we don’t talk that often. Why is that?”

I snort, which gets her face to twist. “Because I prefer to stay off your radar.”

“Why?”

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to get on Emmy’s radar. She does shit to me that I haven’t encountered in a really long time.

My dick has been on a drought, and Emmy is the pelting rain that nourished my shortcomings in the attracted-to-anyone department.

“Because you berate the guys every chance you get.”

And it’s not just that. If I got a piece of Emmy, I’m afraid I’d never want to let the fuck go.

“I do not.” She stops and thinks about it for a quick second, then bobs her head in agreement. “Yeah, I guess I do.” She shrugs dismissively. “Y’all make dumbass decisions. Sorry, dude.”

“And what thought process of mine has been so stupid?”

This time she scoffs and rolls her pretty eyes. “When you wanted to take that Russian out last year in the middle of a horse race.”

“It would’ve been in the bathroom.”

Emmy hits me with athat’s bullshitlook. “Mhm. You’re extra as hell. There are cameras andpeopleat those things, you know.”

“Alright, nerd, well I didn’t.”

“I might be a nerd, but I’m a smart one.”

“Isn’t that what nerds normally are?”

“I canlooklike a geek but not be one. A cute pair of glasses with a white dress shirt and black skirt could do the trick.”

That sounds hot as fuck.

“And of course, heels,” I add in.

She finger-guns me. “Exactly.”

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