Page 89 of Trapped With the Secret Agent

“I...but...I...” Georgia still didn’t know what to say. Her heart was jumping for joy in her chest, but she hesitated. Why did he want to marry her? Was this for real?

He must have seen her confusion on her face because he smiled and said, “I promise to hold you close in the dark.” He wrapped both arms around her and kissed her temple. “I promise to build you a house that’s big enough to put a giant hammock in the bedroom.” His voice lowered to a caress. “I promise to love you forever.”

It was real. He wasn’t playing a part or following orders or doing what he thought was his duty.

Georgia started to cry. “I love you, too,” she said through her tears.

With his face resting against hers, she felt him grin. “Is that a yes?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

Peter whooped and squeezed her tight. Then he kissed her, hard. “What say we celebrate by addressing that other need I mentioned?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Peter!” Georgia squeaked and spun away. He came after her with both hands outstretched. She backed up a few steps, laughing, but he captured her without effort.

“I caught you, that means I get to keep you.”

Georgia sighed, happiness a warm effervescence bubbling up inside her. “I’ll give you fifty years to stop talking like that.”

Peter looked down at her and Georgia thought she would drown in the love she saw in his eyes.

“That’s all? I was thinking more like sixty or sixty-five.”

Georgia pretended to think it over. “Deal.”

He took her hand and pulled her toward the bed and breakfast. They went inside and he walked unerringly to her room.

“How did you know?” she asked as he shut the door behind her and locked it.

He lifted one eyebrow. “You think I would send you somewhere unsafe?”

Georgia blinked. “You know the owners?”

“My cousin and his wife.” His smile was smug.

“Yousneak,” she said as she slid her hands up his shoulders and around his neck.

“An old spy’s trick,” he whispered then dipped his head and kissed her.

They undressed each other slowly, and when she got his shirt off, she spent a long time kissing her way around and over his healing wound. Fear of how close he’d come to dying clogged her throat and had tears flowing down her face.

“I almost lost you.”

He cupped her face and tilted it up so he could meet her gaze with a tiny smile. “I belong to you.”

She cried, clutching him to her, then she kissed her way up his neck to his mouth, determined to make up for lost time. Three weeks had been too long to be apart.

Georgia didn’t remember how the rest of the clothes ended up on the floor, but when Peter guided her to the bed, they were naked. He laid down and urged her to straddle him with her knees.

“I’m not supposed to do anything strenuous,” he said, a blush creeping up his face.

Delighted, she kissed him then proceeded to take his cock in her hands.

His hands slid over her breasts, then one moved down to cup her ass while the other plucked and stroked the nipple of one breast until she was mindless with need.

She raised herself up, fitted his cock to her opening and slowly sank down on him.

“One of these days I’ll be on top,” he said as he held her hips and urged her to a rhythm that drove the pleasure higher and higher with every rise and fall over his body.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long,” he muttered, then moved one hand so he could massage her clit while she rode him.

His fingers stoked the fire higher with every movement of her body. Her climax hit her with unexpected power and she pressed down and twisted her hips as the pleasure lit up her whole body.

He groaned and flexed his hips up.

She surfaced out of a pool of bliss to find his glazed eyes fixed on her and a smile on his face. Leaning down, she kissed the corners of his mouth. “Okay, you’ve convinced me, you can be on top next time.”

His smile turned into a grin and he urged her to lay next to him with her head on his chest. “Deal,” he said.

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