Page 80 of The Spy Ring

God, everything about him was hard. I wanted to rub myself against all that was firm on him. Especially what was hiding beneath his pants.

No, Tiffany. Stay strong.

Holding up my hands, I tried to push away and I was successful. It felt like a gulf was between us and my spine straightened with the strength I had been seeking. But when I looked down there was barely an inch between us.

I should have kept my head down or turned and ran back into the bathroom. But my feet wouldn’t move. So, I held up my hands to push him away again but this time my fingers curled into his shoulders, pulling him down. When Jagger’s lips slid over mine, any fight I had was gone.

His fingers curled into my hair which made me do the same, but when he groaned, everything changed. I had forgotten why it was so important to stop him, to run away from him. As much as I feared it before, it all melted into a deep want.

But then he stopped. Jagger pulled away. I knew as he closed his eyes taking gulps of air, he was warring with himself, just as I had in the bathroom.

“I came back here to tell you something. And before this can go any further, I need to let it out.” His eyes opened and reality began to fall back into place.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said to me last night.”

“Jagger, you were in pain and I wanted to help you. Don’t worry about—”

“No.” He cupped my head and with a deep breath he continued, “I was in love.”

Tears were prickling at the corner of my eyes, and I didn’t know whether to push my lips back onto his or run back into the bathroom and lock the door.

“I had been falling for you from the first moment I met you, back in Vegas. Maybe that’s why I didn’t immediately track you down and get a divorce. The way you looked at me . . . it was different.”

He stood a little taller and swallowed. “I wasn’t the relationship type, and maybe women could sense that because I never had trouble finding a woman who wanted anything more from me than sex. And then you took my hand and we danced and you proposed.”

He chuckled before continuing, “And I wanted that. I think I was lonely at first but the more we talked, the more you wanted me. I told you my real name that night. I even mentioned a few things about my father. But nothing I said stopped you from gazing at me as if you only wanted to know even more about me. You saw me as fascinating, and I saw you as the best thing that could have ever happened to me.

“Please, whatever happens, know that I love you,” he said.

“I do. I love you,” I whispered kissing his cheeks and his neck and pulling at his shirt.

It didn’t take long for him to take his clothes off but it felt like forever. His fingers slipped between my legs after he pushed me back onto the bed and I wondered why we hadn’t done this the moment I walked out of the bathroom.

When his head slipped down until I could only see his shaggy brown hair, I gasped and prayed David was sound asleep. My mouth was going to wake him, I knew it. I pressed my teeth onto my fist, fighting Jagger’s tongue. That was his secret weapon.

That tongue, when it slipped and flicked my clit, while his fingers pumped into me, it had to be magic. Because I came. Was it seconds or minutes? I had no idea because time seemed to melt over on itself.

“I need you,” I said as I sat up and pulled his arm.

He grabbed his jeans and managed to find a condom. But he was taking too long. I pushed him back and ripped that foil apart like a pro, even though it had been a long time since I opened one.

When I rolled the latex over his dripping cock, I pushed my legs to either side of him, ready to mount. Jagger’s nails, as they gripped my hips, felt sharp and needy. I slowly eased my way onto him—rocking back and forth, inch by desperate inch.

Until I was lost. The sounds of grunts and skin slapping filled the air and I wondered if anything sounded sweeter. He captured my nipple in his mouth as I leaned forward. I thought it was all I needed until that sneaky spy slipped his finger down to brush my clit.

Over and over, his tongue, his finger, his thick cock. I was chasing some body-tingling wave and Jagger was helping.

He was really good at helping.

“I’m going to come,” Jagger said as he released my breast.

His finger faltered so I replaced it with my own. I watched him come undone as I let my climax roll over me. Jagger cursed his undoing, and I begged for only him.

I collapsed on top of him, our bodies slippery and spent.

Even as he was regaining his breath and I could still feel the tremors between my legs, he pulled me to the side, turning to kiss me. The kisses were lazy but bursting with serenity.

“I’m glad you came back.” My voice rough as I traced my fingers over his damp chest.

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