Private Eye

by Katrina Jackson

  “Kierra, shut up,” Maya said.

  Kenny considered himself to be a smart man. But every time he got even a glimpse of Maya he felt at least half of his brain simply give up and his entire vocabulary narrowed to one word, ‘beautiful.’

  “Hi,” she whispered, shock and he thought happiness lighting her face.

  “Hi.”

  “Are you okay?”

  She was fucking adorable, in her glasses and a pair of baggy sweatpants that hung off of her hips nicely. She was wearing a white tank top that made her tits look great. Her hair, which was normally straight and beautifully styled for her broadcasts, was piled on top of her head, messy and curly. He was starting to see how different she looked offline. He was becoming just as infatuated by her leggings and baggy sweats as the sexy lingerie. It thrilled him to realize that he wanted Maya no matter how she presented herself.

  “I’m tired,” he said. And maybe if he hadn’t been quite as exhausted, he might have second-guessed himself. But the fatigue he felt was bone deep. “Will you take a nap with me?”

  The smile that spread across her face was slow, sweet and charming as fuck. She nodded and he could have fallen down right then and there, but the thought of climbing into her bed was too tempting to miss.

  “Well, I’m wet,” Kierra breathed.

  “Kierra, go check on your girlfriend,” Maya hissed.

  Kenny didn’t take his eyes off of Maya, but he heard the excitement in Kierra’s voice. “Oh my god, is Command empty?”

  She didn’t wait for Kenny to answer. But before she left she said, “I have condoms in the linen closet if you need them.”

  Kenny turned to glare at her.

  “Go, tiny terror, oh my god,” Maya said.

  When the door closed Kenny turned around and smiled at her. She rolled her eyes and held out her hand to him. He felt an amazing sense of relief when their palms finally touched.

  He followed her to her bedroom and pushed the door closed. Her bed looked inviting, but he cringed. He’d been at Command for twelve hours straight. He should have gone home to take a shower.

  “Wait,” he said.

  Maya was bent over to pull the covers down. She turned and looked at him.

  “I should go home and shower first. I’ll be- I’ll be right back.”

  He turned and reached for the doorknob when her voice stopped him.

  “I have a shower here too, you know.”

  Kenny gulped.

  “Do you want to take a shower with me, Kenny?” She purred.

  He recognized that voice. It was the one she used when she knew she had him. The one that usually pushed him right over the edge in their private sessions. His throat was thick. He could only nod in reply.

  ***

  Maya had absolutely had a dream like this once. In fact, she’d dreamt of taking a shower with MasquerAsiaN so many times it hardly felt like a fantasy anymore. But this was different. So deliciously different.

  She’d thought from all of Kenny’s blushing that he would be nervous. He wasn’t. He locked his eyes on her as he stripped his clothes off in the middle of her bathroom. His gaze was intense and her skin tingled under his watchful glare. When he finally released her eyes, the electricity coursing through her only increased as he raked his gaze over the rest of her.

  “I love your body,” he whispered. More to himself than to her.

  “Clearly,” she said, her eyes on his dick; thick, heavy and hardening between his legs.

  She moved past him to step into the shower and turned it on. She looked at him over her shoulder. He stood in place, watching her and waiting, she realized, to be invited inside. Jesus, she didn’t think they still made men like him.

  She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and extended her arm again. He clasped it and stepped into the shower. She smiled when he moved between her and the spray, grateful that she didn’t have to explain that her hair would not be going under the water.

  He ducked under the shower head and she grabbed her loofah from the hook on the shower door. She poured her favorite lavender-scented body wash into her sponge. It was not cheap and she usually reserved it for days when she was most tired or stressed. To use her good bath products on Kenny was special, but he didn’t need to know that. She started rubbing the loofah, followed closely by her bare hand, across his chest and down his arms. His eyes were on her as she did this. Maya had been in a lot of relationships before, but she thought that this might have been the single most intimate act she’d ever shared with someone. She pushed his arms up over his head and ran the loofah up his side and into his armpit.

  “I’m not ticklish,” he said, his intense gaze still on her.

  She frowned and tried the other armpit. He didn’t laugh but the amused smile playing on his lips made her smile back.

  “Really? You’re not ticklish at all?”

  “Sorry,” he said.

  She sighed, “Turn around then.”

  His back was big and broad and muscly and while Maya believed that all bodies were great bodies, fuck if Kenny’s body wasn’t making her clit jump. “Jesus,” she breathed before she could stop herself, her fingers ghosting over every ridge and plane.

  “Do you like what you see?” He turned his head to say. Her hands stilled on his waist.

  “Are you flirting with me?” She said, a smile pulling her lips apart.

  “Seems like as good a time as any,” he said and chuckled.

  She moved forward and pressed her body against his back. He stifled a groan.

  “True. Your timing is better than mine normally is,” she said into his ear.

  “You mean there’s a worse time to flirt than in the middle of a mission to bring down an Albanian crime syndicate?”

  “I don’t want to brag but I once flirted with my waitress while my boyfriend sat across from me. I’d just told him that I wanted to see other people.”

  Kenny turned his head quickly, “You didn’t?”

  She cringed and resumed washing his back. “I was a mess in my twenties. Ask Kierra.” And then her hands stilled over the globes of his ass. He lifted an eyebrow. “Actually don’t ask her. She’ll tell you.”

  “Got it. Ask Kierra,” he laughed.

  “Turn around,” she instructed.

  “Whatever you want.”

  She rolled her eyes and looked at him very seriously. “I’m going to bend down to wash your legs. I don’t want any funny business. No trying to angle your dick near my face and absolutely no touching my hair. Am I clear?”

  “Crystal,” Kenny said quickly, “But…”

  She arched her second-best eyebrow at him. “But what?”

  “But when do I get to clean you?” He asked in a very serious voice.

  She didn’t bother to hide the shiver that went through her body. She kept her eyes trained on his as she squatted down to wash one leg and then the other. His hips didn’t move but she saw his dick jump as he stared down at her.

  When his legs were clean, she stood back up and hung her loofah back onto its hook. She reached around him to grab more body wash. She kept her eyes on him as she poured it into her palm. His eyebrows were on high alert. She moved forward, their mouths so close. He gasped when she grabbed his dick tight in both hands.

  She stroked him slow and held him tight.

  “Fuck,” he breathed as his eyes closed and his head dipped back under the shower spray.

  He was a fucking work of art.

  “Does that feel good, baby?” She whispered.

  He righted his head and wiped the water from his face. He smiled at her. “Good wasn’t ever going to be the right word to describe you.”

  “You’re trying to soften me up,” she said with a grin and a firm squeeze of his dick.

  He grabbed her waist roughly and squeezed. “You’re already soft, Maya.”

  Maybe it was the way he said her name or the feel of his fingers digging into her flesh or the fact that his beautiful cock was hard and
pulsing in her hands. Or maybe it was the fact that they’d both been waiting for months for this and so much more. Or maybe it was the way his head dipped and his mouth found hers. Or maybe it was the gentle pressure of their tongues sliding against one another’s as his come spurted from onto her belly. But Maya felt softer than ever before.

  ***

  Kenny’s entire world was an overpowering lavender-scented happiness. He and Maya had washed soap and his come from their bodies and she’d kept an arched eyebrow on him while he washed her, making sure that he didn’t get nearly as familiar with her pussy as she’d gotten with his dick. On the one hand, he wanted to touch her, but on the other hand, his dick seemed to enjoy tickling her toes as he washed her feet almost as much as the flash of pink he got of her pussy as he raised each leg. It wasn’t nearly the same, but it wasn’t bad at all.

  Their hands had lingered as they’d used the same towel to dry off and then put lotion all over their bodies. The slick glide of their hands over each other’s skin was quickly becoming a happy and familiar experience at this point.

  “Is lavender your favorite scent?” He’d asked, amused.

  “And what of it?” She’d said, playfully annoyed.

  “Nothing,” he replied as he rubbed lotion along her lower back. “I just don’t think I’m going to be able to smell a relaxing candle without getting hard ever again.”

  The sound of her laughter made his dick jump. Again.

  In her bedroom, they moved to her dresser.

  “I don’t have anything to wear,” he said.

  She raised an eyebrow. “Is that a problem?”

  “It’s not for me. You?”

  She pulled a pair of yellow lace underwear and a matching bra from the top drawer. “Not a problem at all,” she said, pushing her panties toward him. He smiled and kneeled down. She ran her hands along the back of his head and he tried not to moan at the intimacy of that touch. She settled her hands on his shoulders and stepped into her underwear. He pulled them up her legs and over her hips. He nipped at her left thigh, his teeth sinking briefly into her flesh. She moaned and scraped her nails along his shoulders. He smoothed her underwear into place and took the opportunity to palm the large globes of her ass.

  “Leave the bra?” He breathed into her collarbone.

  She nodded.

  He took her hand and walked back to the bed. They pulled down the sheets together and she crawled in first. It was disorienting how well their bodies fit together. He moved one arm under Maya’s shoulders and the other over her waist, his palm splayed over her soft middle.

  “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” She asked out of the blue.

  “No,” he said. “I’m an only child. My parents were in the Army.”

  She moved her hand to entwine their fingers above their heads. “That must have been lonely.”

  He kissed her shoulder in response. “What about you?” He knew, but he wanted to hear it from her.

  “Little one of each. Pains in my ass. Perfect.”

  He smiled, his mouth still pressed to her skin.

  “My mother died a few years ago. They’re all I have left.”

  “I’m sorry,” he breathed, knowing that it wasn’t nearly enough.

  “Thanks.”

  Kenny could feel his body relaxing into hers each second they held one another in silence. But adrenaline was still thrumming through his veins. He knew what he wanted; what would put him to sleep.

  “Can I?” He didn’t know how to finish the sentence, but thankfully Maya understood.

  She lifted her left leg for his thigh to push between. His dick had already begun to harden but he shifted to move it away from the apex of her legs. He squeezed her stomach and she giggled.

  “Fuck,” she breathed.

  “So you are very ticklish,” he said and nipped at her earlobe.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  He kissed her pulse as his hand traveled down her stomach and over her mound, the pads of his fingers enjoying running over the lace. “You have the best fucking underwear.”

  “Is that your thing?” She whispered. Her breath hitched when he circled her clit.

  “You,” he whispered back. “Everything about you is my thing.”

  She moaned as he moved his hand to the top of her panties and then slipped inside.

  Her pussy was softer than the expensive lace and his fingers glided across her moist lips. She sucked in a harsh breath and moved her ass back to grind into his body.

  “Be careful,” he laughed. “I’m not wearing any underwear, remember.”

  She growled at him and grabbed at her left breast. He laughed. He’d never seen her frustrated, that was literally the exact opposite of their previous relationship. And it made his heart and dick swell in equal measure.

  “Kenny,” she whined.

  “I know. I know,” he said, kissing her cheek and pushing his middle and ring fingers down her lips and into her pussy.

  She sighed. And that breathy exhalation was everything.

  He stroked her gently, slowly, and moved his hips with hers. She rolled her nipple between her fingers before she lifted her heavy breast to her mouth. He added a third finger and gave her harder strokes, his eyes riveted to her tongue on her dark nipple.

  “Fuck, Maya,” he said.

  She turned a wicked eye on him, “I only do this for you.” And then her long tongue snaked out of her mouth and flicked her nipple.

  He moved onto his elbow, her hand still clasped in his, and he stroked her harder, their eyes still locked. When his thumb found her clit, she groaned and dropped her head to the pillow.

  “Maya,” he whispered, as she clenched around his fingers. “Maya.”

  “What? Fuck, right there,” she breathed.

  “Look at me, baby.”

  “Why? Oh my god, harder.”

  “Because. I want to look at you when you come. Without a computer between us.”

  She opened her eyes just as her hips jerked and her pussy shuddered around his hand. He continued to pump into her until she begged him to stop. They licked every bit of her from his hand before turning over and falling asleep. Best nap of his life.

  mission prep #1

  Kierra was sitting on the conference table next to Monica’s chair. Her boss was pretending she wasn’t eyeing her legs bared by the khaki shorts she was wearing. Since Lane wasn’t around, she’d been tailoring her outfits to Monica. Instead of a pair of impossibly tall heels she was wearing a pair of platform wedges with a peep toe and ankle straps. She was also wearing a tank top with spaghetti straps and she might have forgotten her bra. Or at least that’s what she planned to say when anyone asked her. No one had asked her yet, but Monica might later. When she was lifting it over Kierra’s head. For now, Kierra crossed her legs and bumped her shoe into the side of Monica’s chair, waiting for her to get annoyed enough to do something about it.

  Or for Maya’s broadcast to start. Whichever came first.

  “So do we think they finally had sex or…?” Kierra asked.

  “God, I hope so,” Chanté breathed as she tapped at her computer. “They’re cute together. And my boy needs to get laid.”

  Kierra leaned back, resting her palms on the table, angling to see what Chanté was doing. “So does Maya. She’s got every toy known to man, but sometimes you just want another body-”

  “Or more,” Chanté added with a wink.

  “To mix it up a bit,” Kierra finished, her shoe still tapping rhythmically against Monica’s chair. “Whatcha doin’?” She asked Chanté.

  Chanté lifted her head and smiled. Kierra knew this would be good.

  “When I was buying my early birthday present from Asif,” she stated.

  “I thought it was Valentine’s?” Monica said, not lifting her head from her tablet.

  “No, yeah, I bought that present. But I hate when Asif misses my birthday, so I thought I should go ahead and grab something for that too
.”

  Finally, Monica lifted her head. “I’ve read your asset file a number of times and I don’t ever remember seeing a birth date listed.”

  Chanté grinned, “Exactly. So I make sure that Asif never misses it. Whenever it is.”

  Monica lifted one eyebrow but eventually went back to her tablet.

  Chanté turned back to Kierra. “So anyway, when I was budgeting for my birthday present in Asif’s bank accounts, I realized that he’s been sending a bunch of money to England.”

  “Okay?”

  “And I want to know why,” Chanté said matter-of-factly.

  “Doesn’t he get mad when you snoop in his accounts?”

  Chanté put her hands on the table and leaned up, her face inching closer to Kierra’s. Kierra’s eyes dropped to Chanté’s adorable lips. “Really mad,” she said and giggled.

  Monica’s hand snaked around her ankle.

  The phone rang.

  “It’s Kenny,” Monica announced, reaching toward the center of the table to the secure office phone placed there. She answered the line and routed it to the intercom. “We’re here. Go.”

  “We’re set up,” he said. “Is Chanté ready?”

  “I’m always ready, thank you very much.”

  Kenny sighed. And then he spoke but his voice was muffled for a bit. “Maya wants to speak to Kierra. Is she there?”

  “Here,” she sang, but almost choked on the note when Monica’s hand began to slide up her calf. Kierra turned to make eye contact with Monica who had seemingly gone back to her tablet. And yet, her fingers were grazing up Kierra’s leg, tickling her.

  “Small fry,” Maya said.

  “What’s up?”

  “Okay so look, I’m not freaking out or anything, but just in case I die I need you to watch out for Kaya and Jerome.”

  Monica’s hand stilled on her leg and all three women turned to look at the phone as if they could somehow see Maya’s face there.

  “I’m sorry, what the fuck is happening?” Kierra breathed.

  “Nothing I’m just not freaking out a little bit.”

  Kierra opened her mouth but the only thing that came out was a squeak.

  And then Monica spoke, “Maya, I realize that you might only just now be realizing what you’ve gotten yourself into.”