Page 37 of My Super Sexy Spy
“So you weren’t drunk last night. Was the snoring fake, too?”
I didn’t remember fake snoring, so probably not. “We walked a lot yesterday. I was legit tired.”
“What if someone breaks into our room?”
I rolled toward her so we were face to face on the bed. Reaching out, I couldn’t help but touch her nose ring, watch her scrunch her nose and bite her lower lip. Cute little kitten who’d laid out Dmitri flat.
“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, Beth.”
“Because you like me?”
“Yeah.”
“But you’re not into me…that way.”
What was the point of lying now? She was leaving tomorrow. “I told you, that also might have been a lie.”
“You secretly dig flat-chested women?”
“They’re my favorite,” I teased and reached out to tug on a lock of her hair. “The truth—”
Her eyes closed, but before they did, I could sense her sadness. “I don’t know if I can believe you.”
Fair enough. It’s not like I had any track record with honesty. I basically lied for a living. But there was something I could be honest about. I released her lock of hair and reached for her hand. I tugged it and placed it over my dick, which had gotten hard the minute I laid down with her.
“There’s no lying about that,” I said. “That’s physical.”
She didn’t immediately pull her hand away, and, because I was a man, I gently thrust my hips against her hold, closing the distance between us.
“How do I know this isn’t some trick?” she asked, but still she didn’t take her hand away. “How do I know this isn’t you seducing me to get me to change my mind about leaving?”
I leaned in closer. “Are you going to change your mind about leaving?”
“No!”
“Then even if this is a trick, we both already know it’s not going to work. So let’s just have orgasms and we’ll deal with the fallout tomorrow.”
“I don’t even know your name,” she said, pouting.
What she wasn’t saying, was no.
I kissed her lips to save them before she bit down on them again. If they were going to be bruised, I wanted to be the one to do it. And that first taste of her, yeah…
It’s what I thought she would taste like.
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Beth
It was the adrenaline. The rush of fear that was making me so damn horny. It was just the crazy circumstance of us being in this hotel room, knowing there was a host of spies out there roaming the city looking for us, but me in particular.
I could make any excuse I wanted, but it didn’t change how I was feeling. I wanted Ted. I wanted his big ears and his lanky body and his lips, which were kind of full and delicious.
I wanted to forget everything that had happened after dinner, and go back to laughing with him. I wanted that feeling I had last night when I was in bed with him and I didn’t feel alone. More than ever, I wanted that connection. I needed it.
His kiss was ravenous. Like he’d been thinking about kissing me for a while. Not the soft exploratoryhey, let’s see how kissing each other feels. More theI want your mouth and I’m going to take itkind of a kiss.
I reached for the bottom of his T-shirt and lifted it to tug it over his head. He released my mouth and obliged me in taking it off. When I looked at his chest, covered with hair and his abs…a fucking six-pack…I realized there was nothing lanky about Ted. He was all lean muscle, which explained his steely strength.
