Page 55 of The Spy Ring

I chuckled a bit, but the laughter soon died as a few tears continued to stream down her face.

“What can I do?” I pushed strands of hair that had stuck to her face behind her ears. Her ponytail holder had long since disappeared, falling out somewhere in all this. Tiffany’s hair was wild, her cheeks flushed, and her whimpers were subsiding.

“I don’t care anymore,” she said as she reached up and curled her fingers into my hair. “I’m so beaten down. I’m not brave. My friends, they think I’m strong but I’m not.”

I lifted her chin. “Yes, you are.”

“Not like you. All I could do was pull on my purse and in the end, I wasn’t even strong enough to hold onto it. What happens when someone stronger than me wants more than my purse? I don’t care about myself but what about David? What will happen to him?”

My eyes began to burn as I cradled the back of her neck with my fingers. “No, don’t say that. Please, don’t. I care about you.”

“Then make me forget,” she said as she took my hand from her neck and pushed it down until it was between her thighs. “I want your fingers to stroke and push and pinch away all the uncertainties. Even if it’s only for today.”

Twisted trepidation swirled in my head as I tried to figure out what to do. She lifted her head toward me until her lips dusted my ears. “I don’t want to be Tiffany Blackburn today. I just want to be yours.”

“I don’t know if we should do this right now with what you just went through,” I said but didn’t remove my hand.

My cock was throbbing. It was so hard, and she knew because that’s where her hand had drifted to when it left my hair.

“Tiffany—” I groaned, and I meant to say more but words failed me as she cupped and stroked me over my jeans.

“I’m sorry for walking away the other day after our kiss,” she said as her fingers tugged at my button until it gave way. “I was scared. It had been so long.”

“How, uh, how long?” I shook my head so I could see straight.

“Over a decade. And this,” she slowly pulled at my zipper until the large bulge of my black boxer briefs poked out, “I haven’t gotten to touch anything good like this in just as long.”

Four things happened all at once—she yanked down my briefs, her eyes widened, and she licked her lips. And I tried my damnedest not to come.

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