Page 8 of Operation: Silent Angel
Her eyes wandered over him from the top of his full head of thick black hair to his black leather shoes. His longer, grown out looking hair was peppered with a bit more gray than the last time she’d seen him. His classic Greek features, olive complexion, chiseled bone structure with a strong jaw, was clean shaven, though his face was etched with a few more wrinkles, which somehow, made him look sexier to her. His body was still toned and strong-looking. The front of his jeans sported a telltale bulge that promised more would come.
When her eyes rose and again locked with his, she flashed him a grin, knowing he’d seen her gazing at his package, which she knew very well and was never shy with. “I’m sure you’re here for a reason. What do you want to do first, business or pleasure?”
Mac stepped into her, his body craving to get naked with her. “Definitely pleasure,” he growled, his lips at her ear. Then he pressed wet kisses down her neck, a warm-up for what he’d do with his lips to the rest of her body.
She pulled away and laced her fingers through his. Without a word, she led him up the stairs and into her bedroom. They tore each other’s clothes off where they stood. Their hands greedily took in each other’s curves and body parts. They became re-acquainted with one another. With the moans that came from reveling in ecstasy, with undulating and rhythmic thrusting, they wildly enjoyed each other in the most primitive and primal of ways. Their naked bodies bathed in the sunlight that flooded into the room through the large floor to ceiling windows. A privacy film covered all the windows. From the outside, no one could see in. From the inside, one could clearly see everything outside.
Still breathing heavily after two incredible releases, Yvette followed his direction to stand even though she felt pretty lazy. They stood right beside the bed. She spread her legs and bent at the waist at his physical prompting, her legs straight, palms on the floor. She knew this was his favorite position. Some things never changed.
At the perfect height to enter her from behind. Mac plunged into her core with one incredible, mind-numbing stroke, seatinghimself balls-deep. A moan escaped him, an unconscious reaction to the perfection he felt all around his hard, throbbing cock. After fucking her from several other erotic angles, he’d saved his release for this position, the tightness of her steamy and drenched channel intensified due to her position. He only stroked in and out of her a few times before the sensation became overwhelming. Only one thing would make it feel better. And that was for her to come again at the same time. She’d milk his shaft, and he’d feel her explode all around him with a deluge that would shoot him over the moon.
Still so aroused, all her nerve endings bristling, at the sensation of Mac’s fingers strumming against the super-sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her legs, while his full cock pounded into her, fireworks exploded behind her closed eyes and electricity shot through her.
After they’d both climaxed, they sunk to the bed holding each other. Yvette laid her head on his chest and wrapped an arm around his middle. Content, she took in the incredible and familiar sensation of holding him, and even better, the satisfying feel of his arms holding her. It had been too long. Seth ‘Mac’ Makris was her one and only. No other man had ever or could ever measure up.
They met as co-workers early on in her career. He was confident, capable, cunning, and courageous. He was respected by all who knew him for his intellect and street smarts. He could read situations like few others. That was how the attraction began for her, his professional attributes. Not to mention that physically, he was male perfection to her.
A chance encounter outside of work allowed her to see the personal side of him. His honesty, humble nature, and his sense of humor solidified the allure. And when that encounter became sexual, Yvette suddenly believed that God had created one person for her, Mac. Their hearts were forever intertwined from their first kiss.
It wasn’t one-sided. No, Seth ‘Mac’ Makris had fallen in love with Yvette ‘Control’ Donaldson on that night they connected through that chance encounter, his first time meeting her in person. He had been surprised by how young she was, ten years his junior. He’d expected an older woman based on her maturity and capable handling of Ops.
They’d worked together for months; her voice was his lifeline. She had his back. He trusted her and followed her directions without question when he was under cover in a hostile land and all shit had hit the fan. When she said, ‘I’ve got you,’ he knew she did. Everyone in the field knew that ‘Control’ had them. She was highly respected by all field operatives who’d ever worked with her.
They talked for hours and were both surprised by the similarities they shared. Both were third-generation CIA agents, joining the agency right out of college. One could say it was in their DNA, in their blood, a career decided for them by their parents as they’d both been primed for it their entire lives.
Both of Yvette’s parents had worked for the CIA. Mac’s father was a CIA agent, but his mother was a Greek citizen, a civilian. He was born in the United States and had dual citizenship, which he maintained until this day. His parents never married.Mac was raised predominantly in Greece, but his father visited often. When his mother died, Mac went to live in the United States with his father. He was sixteen years old.
After talking for hours that night, they made love, what Yvette later referred to as physically bonding with each other. And it was love he made to her. He didn’t just fuck her, screw her, have his way with her. His heart opened up and let her in. One could argue that he’d fallen in love with her long before he’d kissed her. And maybe he had. One kiss was all it took for him to only want her in his bed. But ‘happily ever after’ was not something people in their line of work were granted. The mission was too important.
“God, I’ve missed that,” he moaned. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. One of his hands slid up her arm, over her shoulder, and it cupped her face. “I’ve missed you, Red.”
“I’ve missed you too,” she whispered, afraid to say it too loudly. “How long are you in town for?”
“Not sure,” he said. “And now to business.”
“If you have to.” She kissed his chest; her tongue then swirled around his nipple.
“I’d rather do this, but…,” Mac said. “I need a favor, Red.”
Yvette pushed up on her elbows and gazed at him expectantly. “Of course you do.”
Charlie
“Ihave an operation I need help with,” Mac said.
“My help?”
“Yours and Shepherd’s.”
“I can answer for me, but not for him. When do you plan to approach Shepherd?”
“That would be the second part of the help I need from you. I need you as overwatch during the Op, but I also need your help in approaching Shepherd. This one could get him in trouble with his superiors,” he said.
“Well, first off, there is no one superior to Shepherd. You know that.”
“I mean in the loose command structure that even Shepherd has to adhere to. This one could get messy. Someone is protecting a really bad guy for reasons I can’t figure out.”
“What do you mean?”
