“I’m not wearing any panties.” Her whispered confession sent another violent wave of desire pulsing through her veins.
His pupils widened. “Show me.”
Her lungs pushed out a deep breath as the vision of his tongue on her clit danced through her brain. Rachel’s hips lifted off his body. She sat up straddling his middle, nipples exposed and pulled the hem of her dress to her waist revealing her auspicious lack of undergarments.
He closed his eyes a moment. “Straddle my face.”
“I don’t think—”
“Let me taste you.” He barked it like a command and she wanted to obey. Correction, she had to obey. Her rational mind was no longer in control of her actions. Instead, her sex-starved libido had taken power. Gratification was the new mission objective.
Rachel inched her pelvis closer. She stood over him a moment and let him eye her pussy. Holding the hem of her dress in the clenched fingers of one hand, she sank over him positioning her knees on either side of his shoulders. She wrapped her free hand on the iron headboard for balance and lowered herself to his waiting mouth.
The breath from his labored breathing caressed her sensitive lower lips first. Then he touched her with his tongue.
Exquisite pleasure thrummed from her core and out the top of her head the moment his mouth closed over her sensitive flesh. The rough texture of his whiskers tantalized her thighs. His tongue swept along her lips lapping her up, drinking from her and tickling her clit.
She groaned on the very brink of climax as his busy mouth pleasured her. Moments passed as she panted in ecstatic frenzy, her climax building to a peak never reached before with every lick, stroke and suck of his mouth. He put his lips around her clit and sucked hard. Once. Twice. He growled as if in appreciation of her flavor and the vibration from his throaty moan sent her over the screaming edge of orgasm.
Waves of bliss crashed across her fevered skin. She shuddered as the pleasure became too much to bear. On quivering legs she stood halfway into a crouch to keep from smothering him.
“Come back. I want more.”
“I need a second,” she panted. Rachel barely recognized the low gratified sound of her own voice. She dropped the dress, tenting it over his head.
“Your second is up and I can’t reach you. Quit teasing me,” came his muffled and amused response.
Rachel shifted backwards sliding her front along his warm body until their mouths lined up. She searched his eyes for words to express her appreciation, her gaze found his mouth wet with her orgasmic juices.
Without hesitation, she lowered her face and devoured his mouth tasting her own musky flavor still coating his lips. Wishing they had more time, Rachel withdrew as a pang of panic slid in her mind. Time!
Shit. What time is it?
She pulled away and checked her watch. Just over twelve minutes had passed. She wasn’t late…yet.
“I’ve got to go.” She lifted off his torso glancing over her shoulder at the open closet door waiting for her to make her escape.
“Wait. Open the handcuffs first. Please?”
Rachel felt his body tense beneath her and he tugged at his restraints.
She pushed out a quivering breath. “I’ll try.”
Fingers trembling from her recent climax, Rachel’s hands plunged into her sophisticated hairdo to retrieve the lock picks she always carried. Ruining the sleek French twist and leaving tendrils of hair floating around her face, she went to work on unlocking one handcuff. He pulled the cuff taut against the headboard so she could work.
She was going mostly by feel since the inadequate light didn’t help her cause. Precious seconds ticked as she wrestled with the lock. She was about to give up when she was rewarded with the sound of a click and the cuff opened.
Wrist free, he drove his fingers into the locks of her ruined hairstyle and pulled her down for a kiss.
“Thanks,” he murmured. “What’s your name, darlin’?”
She pulled away. She shouldn’t tell him. “Rachel,” her satisfied libido whispered traitorously.
He didn’t respond for a moment seemingly digesting her name or perhaps archiving it. He stared at her with an unreadable expression. “I’m Tommy.”
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Tommy.”
Releasing herself from his grasp, she smiled and crawled over his chest to start on the other lock.
“Not to ruin your concentration but what time is it?”
“Almost midnight. About five ‘til.”
“Fuck. I need to be out of here before midnight.”
“Why were you here in the first place?”
“Serena Ortega wants me.”
Rachel felt the blood drain out of her face. “Shit. Serena’s bad news.” She’d read a blurb about the sadistic tendencies of Serena Ortega with regard to hapless men in the mission report dossier during the planning phase for this job.
He grinned. “Which is why I’m so grateful.”
“That makes two of us.” Rachel smiled and wished foolishly that the dim light of the room hid the flash of heat in her cheeks. It probably didn’t. “I’m sorry there wasn’t time for—”
“Next time.” He cut her off with a grateful smile. “Let’s just say you owe me.” He winked.
The click of the second lock came faster. He snatched his hand from the cuff, which clanked against the headboard now empty of its captive
“Thank you.” He rubbed his hands together as if to initiate circulation.
Rachel removed herself from his warmth and slid off of the bed landing onto one of her shoes.
“What about the ropes?” She pointed at his ankles. “I didn’t bring a knife. No place to hide it in my outfit.” She patted down her sleek dress.
“I have one.” He pulled at his belt buckle and a wide pointed knife popped out. He bent at the waist and went to work on the ropes binding him to the bed.
Rachel rearranged her dress slipping her straps back in place on her shoulders. She bent to pick up her shoes and slipped them on. Turning toward her escape route, she grabbed her purse from the top shelf in the closet and readied herself to leave. Tommy finished cutting himself loose and bounded off the bed.
She’d done a good deed, received a mind-blowing orgasm for her trouble and now she needed to complete her mission and get out.
“Good luck,” she called over her shoulder and stuck her foot on the first step of the shelf.
“Wait. I’ll go with you.” He slid in behind her, his hands at her waist. Glancing up at the attic access hole in the ceiling she hesitated and relaxed against his body. This was suddenly becoming complicated. It wasn’t like she could take him with her.
“That wouldn’t be a good idea. Why don’t you just leave through the door and forget you ever saw me.”
“Trust me, I’ll never forget you.” He kissed a tender spot on the back of her neck and she wanted to swoon in desire.
“I need to go,” she whispered. “Alone.” She didn’t move a muscle to leave.
“Thanks again.” He turned her around in his arms and kissed her mouth. “Don’t forget what you owe me the next time we meet.” His hips, complete with the unsatisfied ridge of his arousal, ground into her pelvis.
“I won’t.” Rachel’s arms circled his waist and pressed into his body. He was absolutely irresistible. Just one more kiss. She pushed him back a step towards the bed and planted her lips on his. He didn’t resist. She might have thrown him down on the mattress for one last quickie, but the door knob across the room rattled.
* * * *
The sound of a body slamming against the door stilled the gorgeous savior in Colin’s arms. His heart wanted to burst out of his chest. He was free, yet more worried about the raging hard-on below his belt than escape.
He recognized the feminine shout and the subsequent pounding of a fist at the door sent adrenalin pumping into his system with the need to escape. Now.
“Shit. It’s Serena.” Colin peeled Rachel from him and turne
d her around to climb up into the hidden portal to the attic. “I’ll follow you up.”
The horrified expression on her face didn’t halt him. He put his hands on her ass and pushed.
Rachel frowned, and climbed up the rest of the way inside the attic. Colin followed close behind lithely pulling himself through the hole. He reached down and closed the closet door slider so it wouldn’t be completely obvious how they’d escaped.
He hadn’t known about this secret exit. He found it interesting that the lovely mystery girl now climbing across the rafters did. His lock-pick wielding mystery girl was obviously not a prostitute like all the others sent here tonight. He wondered briefly what she’d been doing in the compound.
Colin placed the panel back in the hole as the sound of splintering wood erupted from the bedroom below. Just in the nick of time. The shrill sound of Serena’s livid screams floated to the attic. Thanks to Rachel, he was miraculously free. She seemed so familiar, but his muzzled mind still recovered from being drugged and he couldn’t remember where for the moment.
It would come to him. Once they parted, he’d find her again even if he had to search the ends of the earth to hunt her down.
After crawling into the attic, Colin barely had time to heave a sigh of relief before he realized he was alone. He looked over his shoulder to find Rachel carefully climbing over the studs in the ceiling towards an outer vent. Moonlight or perhaps an outdoor lamp filtered through the slats.
Colin covered the distance to the vent in seconds and exited right behind Rachel as Serena’s screams faded. They were hidden from the ground by a dormer and a chimney on the third floor. It wasn’t lost on him that she’d selected the perfect escape route out of the compound. Definitely not a prostitute.
On the ground, there was only one guard to face along the perimeter. At midnight the guard would abandon his post to get a better look at the fireworks. He’d sent this encoded information to his contact. Glancing at Rachel, he wondered how she came to have access to this same information.
They crawled to the roof over the garage area and when Rachel couldn’t get the window to the apartment open, they made their way to the ground by way of a stout gutter system.
“Who are you?” Colin asked when they hit solid ground. He’d just watched her nimbly crawl over a roof and down a gutter in eveningwear and spiky high heels.
Wonder Woman wouldn’t have made it without breaking her neck.
The crackle of a walkie-talkie close by silenced him. They shrank into the shadows at the corner of the garage. Colin’s back rested against the slats of the building and Rachel’s lovely body pushed into him.
His hands slid down to rest on her hips as they both watched a small clearing twenty feet away where a single guard was posted between neglected buildings.
The path on the opposite side of the clearing led directly to the thick woods beyond the compound property line. This was the path Colin planned to take to get away tonight before his unexpected nap and subsequent confinement. The guard would meander away from his post to watch the fireworks once they began and the coast would be clear.
Due to his unorthodox escape from the house, he was now past the place where he would have had to traverse to flee the compound. All he had to do now was turn around and run fast in order to make his rendezvous with Zack. He wrapped his arms around his personal miracle housed in a sexy feminine body and kissed her neck. Inhaling her scent and committing it to memory, Colin was reluctant to let her go.
It had to be past midnight by now. The fireworks were late and it made him nervous. Raoul hated tardiness. They should get out now before something else happened to thwart them. He tugged on Rachel’s arm to bring her along with him to safety. He’d hand her off to Zack.
Rachel resisted and pulled her arm out of his grasp. Shaking her head, she pointed in the opposite way that Colin directed. She took a step in the direction of the guard and the clearing as an explosion rocked the area. Colin felt the boom center in his chest and looked skyward to see a spectacular blaze of blue fiery rockets showering the night.
She pulled him close and put her mouth next to his ear. “I’ve got to get past the clearing.”
Colin wrapped his arms around her and put his lips against the side of her head. “Give the guard a minute and he’ll stroll away to watch the fireworks, okay?”
She nodded. Pulling away, he slid his jaw along her cheek until he met her mouth for one last kiss. He didn’t care that he was late. He didn’t want to leave her.
“Thank you,” Colin whispered against her moist lips.
She licked his bottom lip. “You’re welcome.”
“Don’t forget what you owe me. Next time we meet, darlin’, you’re all mine.”
He heard her low chuckle until another boom sent their gazes up to the sky. She slipped her shoes off and they turned in time to see the guard migrate away from the clearing.
Colin squeezed her hand one last time and paused to get his bearings. He’d have to do a double time hustle if he had even a hope of making it to his rendezvous.
* * * *
Shoes now in hand, Rachel turned away from Tommy and hurried across the uneven ground. As predicted, the guard sauntered down an incline toward a space between the buildings his head tilted towards the sky to watch the next fireworks display.
She looked over her shoulder to watch Tommy depart, but he was already gone. Damn, he was good. She hadn’t even heard a twig snap. Rachel mentally shook her head. She needed to focus on her own escape. She was already running behind. She tiptoed to make better time through the woods. She didn’t have to go too far, but she had to get past the clearing and out of sight on the far side several yards into the woods. The thicket surrounding the clearing was too dense to walk through.
The tree she hid behind offered enough shelter until the guard was out of sight. Once he disappeared, Rachel slid around the tree and ran across the clearing. Twenty yards and she was home free.
She walked five steps into the clearing, but once she was beneath the halo of light, the walkie-talkie squawked. The subsequent sound of the hurried footsteps from the guard returning to retrieve his radio sent a pulse of fear to her heart. Her legs stopped moving as if she were suddenly mired in concrete. She remained statue still and pretended that the guard wouldn’t be able to see her smack in the middle of the clearing if she didn’t move a muscle.
It didn’t work.
“Stop. You aren’t supposed to be out here.” The guard stated the obvious. She looked over one shoulder in time to see him slide the rifle off one shoulder and level the barrel at her back. He motioned her to turn around.
Rachel smiled as she twisted to face him and raised her hands in surrender. Damn it. She didn’t have a gun this time. The spiky heeled shoes clutched in one hand were her only weapons and currently useless. She’d lose a battle between projectile leather stilettos and high-powered rifle bullets. She could take him down once she got close enough, but not if he called for his friends to back him up.
“Come closer,” he said. He grabbed the radio and pressed the button to speak.
“Julio,” said a familiar voice from between two trees along the rim of the woods. Rachel shot a relieved gaze to Tommy standing at the edge of the clearing.
The guard released the radio call button without speaking. “Tommy? What are you doing out here?”
Tommy crossed the open space and headed towards the guard. Julio lowered his weapon but glanced back and forth between her and Tommy as if suspicious of what was going on.
“Luis said I could pick out a girl to fuck. I sent her out to meet me in the garage.” Tommy smiled. “I wanted privacy.”
“Her?” Julio gave her another quick once over as an evil little grin shaped his mouth. Rachel knew what would come next.
“Yep.” Tommy sent a salacious gaze her way and then asked, “Want me to send her to you once I’m done with her?”
Tommy motioned for her to approach. Rachel didn’t move
except to tilt her head to one side in puzzlement.
Julio took a deep breath. “I don’t know—”
The sound of fireworks in the sky cut him off. He looked up to see the display and Tommy punched him in the throat. His gun went off and whizzed past Rachel’s hip. The sound was lost in the subsequent explosions of the sky’s pyrotechnics display.
Tommy pulled the gun from Julio’s shoulder and tossed it into the brush. Julio fell to the ground writhing, coughing and sputtering for only a few seconds before silence ensued.
“Now we’re even,” Tommy said and smiled.
Rachel glanced at his crotch and replied, “Not quite.” She ran across the clearing, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him one last time. She stabbed her tongue in his mouth to duel with his a few times wishing for things that weren’t going to happen. She reached a hand down to fondle his impressive cock again. He groaned into her mouth.
Breaking the kiss she squeezed him once and said, “To hold you until we meet again. I owe you some gratification”
“Get going, darlin’. No sense in both of us being late.” He backed away with a regretful half-smile lining his features.
Rachel glanced up and down his body, noting his stiff cock, one last time to memorize it. She knew there would be hell to pay for all the ‘challenges’ from this mission, but she was alive and the information had been retrieved successfully.
When she got back to Protocol headquarters, she’d do some research to see if she could locate Tommy for a possible future lover as friends with benefits.
Chapter 4
Exactly one week after his return from Columbia, Colin sat in his supervisor’s office getting his ass chewed.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Ken Davenport, Director of Domestic Operations for military intelligence, stood before him sporting an expression bordering on exasperation.
Colin shrugged. There were lots of things Ken could be angry about. Better to let him rattle off some specific information before saying anything which might unduly incriminate him during today’s reprimand.
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