Page 49 of The Spy Ring

I nodded and took a step closer to her.

“Geoffrey.”

Everything sounded lovely coming out of her mouth, but I didn’t have much of a reaction to the name. I waved my hand for her to continue.

“Jagger.”

Did she deepen her voice when she said that? Like she was trying to sound seductive. I took another step toward her with only a foot between us.

“Say it again,” I said.

“Jagger.” Her voice distinctly softened. Her chocolate eyes dipped to my lips as I took one more step toward her.

I was right in front of her. When I exhaled the wisps from her braid fluttered around her face. I reached for one that landed on her cheek, sliding my finger back until I traced a curl around her ear.

She shivered and I felt the vibration move with warmth and vigor up my arm. My finger never left her skin. Like a pencil to paper, I traced the beating line down her neck until I found the thin ridges of her collarbone.

Her eyes were cast down, watching my arm as it moved. And when Tiffany gasped as my fingertip trailed farther down to the seam of her neckline, I lowered my head. Just enough so she could feel my heat and I could smell her beauty.

“Say it again.”

My hand reached back, pulling the band that held her braid together, and dropped it on the floor. She lifted her hand, but I stopped her before she could shake out this thick, sensual mane. That was my job.

I took one hand and tilted her head back by her chin. While the other hand curled and mussed that fucking sexy hair.

“Jagger.”

When she said it this time, her eyes were wide, like bottomless pits I never wanted to end. Tiffany was soft and warm, and I could feel how she vibrated from my touch.

“Tiffany,” I said just before my lips landed on hers.

With a swift swipe of my tongue to the seam of her mouth, she opened so I could take the kiss I had been dreaming about for weeks.

She tasted like coffee and honey, and I didn’t think I could get enough. And when she whimpered my skin vibrated with anticipation. My hands fell from her head. One landed on that perfectly round ass as I squeezed.

The other hand took it upon himself to lift her shirt, tug at the cup of her bra, and pinch. No slow swirl of my fingers through dips and over mounds. A slow, chaste touch was for teenagers that only had curiosity and hormones directing their thoughts.

That tantalizing nipple needed my attention. I wasn’t about to waste our time and not give Tiffany what she required.

Her head fell back as she groaned. Not only did she sound like I was giving her the perfect attention, but her hips kept grinding into my growing cock.

That’s until the worst cockblocker that had ever been invented made itself known. Her cell phone went off.

Tiffany pushed me off her so fast, I was still making kissing movements with my lips to the air in front of me. When I stopped, realizing she had disappeared, I glanced up to see her adjust her shirt as she lifted the phone to her ear.

“Hello, David? Are you okay?” she said.

Still in a carnal fog, I blinked, pressing my hand against my achingly hard cock.

“Okay. Well, I’ll come get you. Be there in about ten minutes,” she said just before she put down the phone.

She turned and it was as if the last five minutes never happened. That she hadn’t made me want to fall to my feet and wonder if kissing her lips was like tasting anything else on her body.

“I have to go pick up David now. Do you think you’re well enough to go home?”

What was happening? Even more confusing, she came over and placed her hand on my arm like some friend doing their best to cheer someone up but not really wanting to put any effort into it.

“I guess,” I said before she pulled me along with her.

“I’ll walk you out. Let me know if you need anything,” she said as she closed and locked the door behind us.

Once we were on the street, she didn’t kiss me or hug me or even shake my hand. Tiffany waved goodbye, and turned her back on me as if her lips on mine just minutes ago hadn’t turned me into a devastated mess.

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