Hidden Agenda

by Bethany Jadin

  I’m in a haze of lust. I know my shaft is swelling more and more, making it impossible to hide, but I don’t give a fuck at this point. I want to run my hands all over her beautiful, soft skin. I want to seize those full lips and drink her in. I want her against my body, hot and sweating and moaning.

  She twists her shoulders to the side and looks back at me, her face flushed. There is no hesitation in her expression, only desire, and she arches her spine, rocking her hips. Her luscious ass slides up and down along my shaft, and I let out an involuntary groan. I grip onto her harder, my fingers finding her waistband. I pull down an inch, then two, revealing where the curve of her ass begins.

  My cock begs me to keep going, to pull that fabric down and expose the perfect mounds of her backside. To part her thighs and sink my shaft in. To pound her hard like this — ass in the air, bent over for me — until she releases every last bit of tension in a toe-curling orgasm.

  But I feel a tremble set into her legs, and I know the position is becoming hard to hold. I step back just a bit and lean to the side so it’s easier for her to make eye contact with me. “Would you like to lay down? I can massage the tension out.”

  “Yes, thank you.” Her reply comes out breathy, full of need. “That sounds fantastic.”

  I help her hips down to the mat, and Emma lays on her stomach, her arms folded at her head, her temple resting on them. She turns her face, her lips red with arousal, and watches me over her shoulder as I straddle her, sitting gently across her thighs, kneeling on my shins.

  My cock is fully erect now, my hardness unabashedly pressing into the roundness of her ass.

  The moment my fingers make contact with her bare skin, Emma lets out a raspy breath. I course my palms up both sides of her spine until I reach her sports bra, then back down, all the way to the curve of her ass. Moving my hands apart and cupping her sides now, I repeat the motion — up to her bra and back to her waistband.

  Emma’s eyes close, and her lips part. She’s taking deep breaths now, relaxing into my touch. She’s doing this little wiggle with her ass that’s driving me crazy, making a circle with her hips. I press my thumbs into the lateral muscles lining her spine, sweeping north once more.

  I come into contact with the thick band of her sports bra again, and this time, I tuck my fingers underneath. “Would you like to take this off? I can get to your shoulders much better.”

  Not that I think she needs the excuse — Emma nibbles at her lip for just the briefest moment before a naughty smile comes over her. She removes the bra over her head, and I get a tantalizing side-glimpse as her full breasts slip free of the tight material before she lays back down on the mat.

  It’s getting hard to restrain myself now, but I keep it slow and easy. Using my thumbs and the heel of my palms, I press into the space between her shoulder blades, rubbing outward in circles.

  Emma is beginning to get vocal as I move up to her neck, and the little moans and gasps are not helping with my self-control.

  Neither is the glorious expanse of her bare back or the swell of her breasts pressed into the mat.

  Soon enough, I have her upper body in a complete state of relaxation, and I ease my hands down to her waist, running my fingers across her soft skin. When I reach the waistband of her tight yoga pants, I ask, “And these? Can I take these off, too?”

  She opens her eyes, glancing over her shoulder, and that sultry smile is all for me. “Only if yours come off, too.”

  Fuck, yes. “Deal. You first — lift a little,” I say, and Emma raises her pelvis.

  Working the fabric down her hips, I have to flex my abdomen to regain control at the sight of her naked ass. I move all the way down to her ankles, taking the pants with me and completely exposing Emma — and oh, God. I stay there for a moment, just admiring the beautiful, naked woman laid out in front of me. She looks back at me questioningly, and I spring back into action, hastily removing my shorts.

  I return my hands to her calves, and she closes her eyes again, that seductive smile still on her lips. I know the gift she’s offering, and I’m more than eager to accept.

  Rubbing upward, I massage my way back up her body, stroking her calves and her thighs. I reach where the curve of her ass meets the back of her thighs and angle inward. Emma opens her legs for me, allowing me access.

  My thumbs work ever so slowly inward, and she slides her thighs apart further until I’m able to shift my knees over hers, resting on my shins between her legs. I graze my fingers against her sex, and her wetness is immediately apparent.

  Lowering myself, I kiss the mound of Emma’s perfect ass. She raises her head, watching over her shoulder as I kiss my way up to the small of her back and up her spine. My body traces along her skin. First, my chest rolls over her bare ass cheeks, then my abdomen presses into her back.

  She lowers her head and arches her spine as I make my way to between her shoulders and then to the nape of her neck, leaving a trail of slow kisses across her skin.

  I lean to the left, bracing myself on a forearm, and Emma turns her head to me as I lower my face to hers. Our lips meet as I settle between her legs, grinding against her bare skin. I kiss her slowly and tenderly, trying to savor every moment of this intimacy with her as I rock my hips against her ass, my stiff cock throbbing.

  I know I’m not going to last long once I’m inside of her, but I can tell from Emma’s wetness, the heat between her legs, and her breathy gasps as I press against her, that she’s just as worked up as I am. Holding her hip with my other hand, I adjust my position, moving the head of my cock to her entrance. I devour her with slow, all-consuming kisses as I create a rhythm, flexing my abdomen and running the head of my shaft along her slick, swollen folds. The sensuous beat of the soft tantric music matches my pace.

  “Please… Trigg.” Her voice is soft but full of desire as she lifts her ass, rotating her pelvis toward me more. “Fuck me,” she whispers.

  At her words, my cock swells more than I thought possible. I kiss her once more, our lips made for one another, then turn my attention to her collarbone, biting teasingly as I move across to her neck, where I lick and nibble.

  I adjust my hips and nestle my tip between her legs. I graze my teeth over her skin as I slowly push into her. She arches her spine, pulling her shoulders toward her chest, crying out in pleasure.

  A deep groan releases from my chest as I enter her warmth. I pause there, letting my cock throb inside her, as I kiss the taut skin between her shoulders. The sensation of being inside her is pure ecstasy — she’s hot and wet, fitting around me like a glove.

  She wiggles her hips, pushing against me, and I thrust again, this time all the way into her tightness, and damn, it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I run the length of my shaft back out, and Emma presses her ass backwards, searching for more. I grip her hip and push back in hard, the mounds of her ass quivering as I move into her.

  I sweep the wisps of hair from her cheek then wrap her ponytail around my hand and pull gently, turning her face to the side so I can kiss those sultry lips and nuzzle her neck and ear as I rock my hips, thrusting firmly into her over and over.

  “You feel so goddamn amazing,” I whisper, taking her mouth with mine, deep and passionately.

  I set a steady rhythm, moving into her hard and slow, again and again, as I run my free hand across her beautiful body, stroking every inch of her tenderly.

  Emma’s muscles are already clenching against me, an orgasm building as her hips rock against the mat in time with my thrusts. “Ohhh, I’m coming,” she moans softly, and my cock throbs at her sensuous whisper.

  She presses her hips to the floor now, legs trembling, her forehead dipped, shoulders in the air. Then a series of shivers course through her, her walls pulse, gripping my cock tightly, and she throws her head back and cries out God’s name.

  I thrust faster as her arousal flows onto me, wetting the mat underneath us. My cock gets harder than steel as she comes while I’m inside her. Everything a
bout her — from the taste of her lips to the sounds she’s making to the scent of her skin to the soft warmth of her body under mine — is more than I can handle, and I’m fighting to hang onto my own climax until I’ve teased out every last quiver of Emma’s.

  Soon, her cries turn into whimpers, and she begins to writhe her hips again, asking for more. “Oh... God... Trigg.”

  The sound of my name on her lips again, with me deep inside of her, it does me in — I thrust hard and come in a rush that brings the light of shooting stars into my vision. I gasp for air, but all my muscles tense.

  I release everything I have, riding the wave of a powerful orgasm, before sinking down against Emma with my chest on her back. Breathing hard, I kiss the tender skin at the nape of her neck once more, and it tastes faintly of salt now.

  Emma places her hand over mine. I spread my fingers, hers slip between mine, and I curl my hand, entwining our fingers together.

  2

  Emma

  It’s always a mess afterward.

  Not the kind you might expect after a surgery — it’s uncommon these days to see much blood in the surgical wing after a room has been used, unless it’s an emergency procedure. The incisions are usually tiny, but even then, there’s an entirely different team who comes in and removes the medical waste, the sheets, other fabrics, and small instruments for disposal or disinfection.

  But no matter how simple the procedure was, it always looks like a whirlwind blew through. Things are all over the place — on the floor, on the rolling tables, on the stainless-steel stands. When the surgery is done, the team drops everything, leaving equipment and tools wherever they might be, cabinet doors standing askew.

  That’s where I come in — just me with my cart of supplies, restocking and putting things back in order. Well, Zoey is with me today temporarily, but I’m the only one actually working in the room. My best friend is sitting on a counter, feet dangling, a beige plastic tray on her lap as she scarfs down a quick meal.

  “I don’t know how you can eat that stuff,” I say, dubiously eyeing her cafeteria food. “I really don’t mind packing you a lunch, too, when I make mine.”

  She shrugs. “I know. But cold sandwiches get old. Sometimes, I just need a hot meal.”

  “Okay, but that lasagna has probably been in their freezer for two years.”

  Zoey pokes at it with a plastic spork. “Eh, it’s definitely not Emma-special, but it’ll do. And don’t change the subject.”

  I take a deep breath then let it out in a huff as I tuck a clean sheet onto the thin mattress of the transfer gurney. “Fine. BHC emailed me a new offer last night, and it’s really good. We’re starting to talk about real, honest-to-goodness cabana boy money, here, Zoey. I know it’s too soon to accept an offer, though. I’m pretty sure Pentabyte would at least match it, and I’d still rather sell to them. I feel like they’d do it justice.”

  She mumbles around a mouthful of pasta and ricotta, but I can hear her just fine. “Sounds like that’s not the only thing they can do justice to.”

  I throw a surgical mask at her, but it flutters and falls short of its mark. “You promised if I told you about last night, you wouldn’t utter a word.”

  She pauses with a bite of lasagna halfway to her mouth and gapes at me in faux protest. “What? All I’m saying is, it sounds like Trigg knows his stuff... you know, about yoga.”

  I put a hand on my hips and purse my lips. “You’re on wafer-thin ice, woman.”

  “And with a massage, too. Full service, that man. He certainly provided a—”

  I shoot Zoey a squinty-eyed warning look. “Don’t you say it!”

  “—happy ending.” Zoey grins from ear-to-ear.

  “You’re insufferable.” I roll my eyes and move to the other side of the surgical suite, opening cabinet doors to restock the shelves.

  “Ha! Even if you hadn’t uttered a word to me, it was pretty damn obvious what happened up there in his penthouse. You were floating on air last night when you came back. And you’re still glowing today.” She scoops up another bite with her spork. “You should make it a weekly appointment.”

  “Alright, see? That’s the problem — right there. I’m trying to approach this decision logically. To be smart about it and not get all emotional. I shouldn’t have gone up to his penthouse. Because it just made things sticky.”

  Zoey giggles like a teenager, and I regret my choice of words. “That’s just how I like my yoga sessions.”

  I refrain from whipping a roll of bandages at her. “You know what I mean! Mixing business with pleasure.”

  “But—”

  “I know, I know, it’s not the same as when I fell for Jackass Jeremy’s charms. Well… at least, I hope it’s not. But it wasn’t a smart move. I was letting the downstairs half make the decisions last night. Not this,” I say, tapping my temple.

  “I beg to differ,” Zoey says, waving her spork in the air. “It was a very smart move. Trigg is a sweetheart, and he’s hot as sin. Go for it. The things he did to you... guys don’t do that. He’s a keeper. In fact, I think all those guys might be keepers.” She gets a dreamy-eyed look, her spork poised in the air, forgotten. “Mmm, so many flavors to choose from.”

  “That’s the other part of the problem,” I counter. “These guys are really tight. They’re a true team, like a band of brothers, the five of them. I don’t want to be that Oh No lady.”

  Zoey tips her head to the side, looking at me in confusion for a moment. “Oh! You mean Yoko Ono? Like, with The Beatles?”

  “That’s the one. I don’t want to come between them. Here I’ve slept with Trigg, and I’m supposed to be going on this motocross thing with Gunner soon, and at the same time, I see the way Jax looks at me… and damn, that man can undress me with his eyes.”

  “Oh, he’s not the only one. They were all giving you bedroom eyes when we had dinner at Daniel’s place.”

  “Mmm, I don’t know about that,” I say, pausing to count how many boxes of face masks and scrub caps are in the cabinet, “but regardless, bringing sex into it just confuses things. My future is riding on this. I’ve worked too hard to let my libido make the decisions.”

  “Just stop thinking of the guys in their underwear, and you’ll be fine. Sell to the highest bidder — there, problem solved.”

  “Eh, I don’t know if that’s the best approach.”

  She rummages around in her pocket, pulling out a little packet of salt. “Why not?” she asks, sprinkling the salt on the lasagna. “I say just squeeze these companies for as much money as you can get, pick the best offer, and roll in the money.”

  “It’s not that simple.”

  “It seems damn simple to me,” Zoey says with a reproachful look. “If I’d worked as hard on something as you have with this program, I’d be looking for the best payout I could get. That’s what you deserve.”

  “I do want to make a killing on this, but… I can’t just walk away knowing something I created could be used to do harm rather than good, you know?”

  She shrugs and takes another bite. “Yeah, but it’s not like you’re selling a chemical weapon, here,” she says through a mouthful.

  “Well, I am, kinda. I know it doesn’t sound as dangerous, but this security program could be used a lot of different ways.”

  “I guess,” Zoey says, but she has a doubtful eyebrow raised.

  “Okay, hmm.” I pause in my cleaning, trying to think of how to explain it to Zoey. She knows a fair amount about my programming work, except for the nitty-gritty technical aspects of it, which no one has any reason — or, let’s be honest, the desire — to know unless they’re into coding, too.

  “Yeah…?” She glances up at me, pausing from scrapping up the last bits of lasagna from her plate.

  I spray a strong disinfectant on a cloth and begin wiping down the large, adjustable light over the operating table. “So, we both know how some pharmaceutical companies will stall development of cheaper, less-risky drugs until their pat
ent runs out on the original, so they can cash in on their expensive proprietary formulas as long as possible, right?”

  Zoey narrows her eyes. “Don’t get me started.”

  I know it’s a sore spot for her. She volunteers once a month at a free clinic, and the expense of medications is a huge challenge for their patients.

  “Alright, well, it’s kinda like that. I don’t want to sell to the kind of company who puts profits before ethics. You’ve heard me talk about some of the stuff that goes on, like the data breaches and peddling stolen identities. I wouldn’t put it past a company to slip in a backdoor access code that could be sold to hackers or used as ransomware.”

  “They would use their powers for eeeevil, instead of good,” Zoey says, squinting her eyes while stroking an impossibly long imaginary beard.

  Despite the serious topic, I burst out with a laugh. “Yeah, pretty much that. Maybe without the Rapunzel chin hair.”

  “Well, that’s pretty fucked up.”

  “It is. That’s why it matters who I sell this to. It’s not just about the money. I mean, it is. But I don’t want something I’ve created to be used to take advantage of people.”

  She nods. “Yeah, I understand that. And I guess it’s not like any of the offers are bad, really — no matter who you pick, it’ll be a nice payoff.”

  “True.” I finish wiping the big surgical lights and push them back into place over the table.

  Zoey hops down from the counter and straightens her nurse’s scrubs while stifling a yawn. “Four more hours to go. I’m ready for a nap right now, though. They’ve gotta stop scheduling me for back to back doubles; it’s killing me.”

  “I’ll make us dinner tonight while you catnap on the couch.”

  “Sounds great. Tomorrow, I’m sleeping in until the last minute.”

  “What time does the fundraiser start?”