His Undercover Lover

by April Zyon

  Laughing, he struck a pose, and gave her a little show by stretching and generally goofing. “Glad you like what I have to offer, sweetheart. Personally, I happen to think you’re the hot one in the room.”

  “Well that’s a good thing because I’m hopeful you will enjoy me for a long while. I know that I will enjoy you for as long as you will let me.” She could want him in her life for a very, very long time. She knew she was moving fast, wanting things quickly, but she had known from the moment she saw him that he would be able to wiggle his way into her heart with little trouble.

  “You don’t have to look so worried about it, Megan,” he told her. Turning, he crouched down to dig through his bag, and then came back to the bed. He tossed a couple of condoms onto the side table, and another toward her.

  She watched him as he stalked her way and shivered, her hand reaching out to him and touching him when he got back onto the bed with her. With the condom in her hand, she wiggled her brows. “So, how about you slip this on so we can do something exciting?”

  He crawled toward her. Then he flopped onto his back at her side and plucked the condom from her hand. He tore into it. Tossing the wrapper aside, he rolled the condom onto his cock. In a quick move, he rolled over her, settling between her legs when she opened for him.

  She loved the heat of him covering her body. She could become so accustomed to him, could want him between her legs and over her for the rest of time. “God, it’s amazing how well you fit me.” He wasn’t even inside of her but his body seemed to fit hers perfectly so far. “Kiss me,” she whispered, and pulled him down to her.

  He let out a soft laugh and met her lips with his. Simon’s arms slid around her, pulling her closer to him while they tangled tongues. His cock rubbed over her clit every time he moved or took a breath.

  Megan’s legs wrapped around him easily. She rubbed her body against his, and every single time his cock brushed her clit, she whimpered into his mouth. When he pulled back, she was panting. “Please.” Damn, she hated to beg, but she was desperate for him, in need of him. Now.

  Grinning, he nipped at her lip and then her chin. “No arguments from me,” he told her. He smoothed his hand down her side and caught her leg. Lifting it higher, he adjusted himself until he was pressing into her.

  Megan opened wider for his intrusion, and shuddered when he filled her body. “Jesus.” She moaned. “You feel so good. God, yes.” She lifted her legs and held him to her body.

  “You’re so damn tight,” he said with a moan. Pulling out slightly, he thrust back in, pressing deeper into her pussy. “So damn hot…God.” He gave a low grunt and began to move. He was slow at first, then when they found a rhythm together, he began to thrust harder, faster.

  Megan was surprised at how well the two of them moved together. She had her hands on his shoulders and her fingers clenched and unclenched against Simon’s shoulders. “Oh God.” She moaned and tightened her legs around Simon’s ass, pulling him deeper. “God, yes. You feel so good. I never want to stop.”

  Cupping her ass, he tipped her hips up toward him, the angle changing how he slid into her pussy. The friction increased with each thrust of his cock. Lowering his head, Simon pressed hot kisses to her shoulder, neck, and chest.

  She soaked up the feelings of Simon’s thrusts, his kisses, everything about him. She moved so that she could capture his mouth with hers and began to kiss him with desperation and need. She dug her heels into his ass and began to move faster with him.

  He sucked on her tongue, flicking his own to hers. Releasing her ass, he slid his hand up to cup and squeeze her breast. His fingers toyed with her nipple, plucking, and rolling the tight bud as they moved together.

  She moved her hands down his shoulders and to his back. “Hell, Simon. You have me ready to come already.” She moaned. “Simon, I need to know you are ready to come with me.” She couldn’t believe how fast her body was reacting to him, how quickly she was ready to orgasm. Part of it was because she hadn’t had sex in years, but she knew the biggest part was Simon. All Simon.

  “Don’t hold back,” he told her. “I’m with you, babe. Fucking right on the edge to be honest. God, scream for me, Megan.” He nipped at her chin, scraping his teeth lightly to her skin, and flicked her nipple.

  She couldn’t deny him anything. All that it took was a few more thrusts and she was screaming. She came hard and fast, his name ripping from her throat as she climaxed a second time.

  When she came the second time, she heard him curse. His body jolted against hers, her name a low moan from his lips before he collapsed over her. Simon’s breath was hot against her neck and shoulder. He gave her a small squeeze and let out a shuddering breath.

  Megan held Simon close to her as he came. She felt as if they fully connected in that moment, and God, she wanted more. They were both panting, both of them covered in sweat, and she grinned. “Next time, I want to ride you.” She yawned against his neck and held onto him. “This is perfect.” The afterglow, being held by Simon, and having his hands moving up and down her back. It was perfect.

  “Tomorrow maybe,” he said softly. “For now, I need to get cleaned up, and you need to get some sleep. Curl up under the blankets. I won’t be gone long, and we’ll sleep.” With a kiss brushed to her cheek, he drew back slowly.

  “If I fall asleep, will you wake me? I want to fall asleep in your arms,” she blurted, and then blushed. “If you are okay with it, that is.” She wanted to know how it felt to have him holding her when they both drifted off to sleep.

  “I’ll be a couple minutes, sweetheart. I think you can remain awake that long.” He gave her another kiss, then slipped from her arms. Getting off the bed, he went to the bathroom. The light flicked on, and the water ran for a moment. The light went off a moment later, and he walked back toward her.

  When he came back, she smiled. “See, awake,” she told him happily. When he got into bed with her, she snuggled up against his chest. Her leg over his, arm over his chest, she closed her eyes and sighed as she drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Five

  She was so warm. Her arms were wrapped around someone, and arms were wrapped around her. It took her a couple of moments for her to clue into the fact it was Simon. Then it hit her—Simon Markham was in her bed.

  “Good morning.” His deep voice was practically a rumble in her ear. With her head on his chest, she could even hear his heart beating and every breath he took. “Did you sleep well?” he asked softly.

  She looked up at him and smiled. Holy hell, she hadn’t dreamed that he had made love with her. “I slept fabulously,” she whispered with a smile. “Part of it was the making love with you and part of it was you holding me so close while we slept. I don’t think I’ve slept that well in ten years.” Which was a surprise. “How about you? How did you sleep since I was practically on top of you last night?”

  “Slept very well,” he told her. Smiling, he pushed her hair back off her face and rubbed a thumb over her cheek. “I wasn’t sure I would when you wiggled up on top of me. But I did. I actually like having you stretched out over me.”

  She ducked her head slightly, blushing. “Well, you know,” she teased with a smile. “I was asleep and couldn’t control my actions.” She hadn’t realized she had done that. “I think that I could definitely become accustomed to sleeping with you, by the way. Just so you know.”

  “Good, because we’ll be doing a lot of it. Among other things, of course,” he added. Laughing softly, he rolled to tuck her under him, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I think we should get up, have something to eat, and then maybe take a vote on doing something to keep us occupied until you have to go shake your ass at strangers again tonight.”

  “Good,” she said with a smile. She was about to veto his vote about getting up when she heard her stomach growling and laughed. “Okay, well I guess that it is time to feed me then. And yeah.” She sighed. “Hopefully, soon enough, we will have the case broken enough that I can be free of tha
t damn job.”

  “I don’t know, it does have a couple of perks,” he said. When she stared at him, Simon rolled his eyes. “You are in great shape, you’re extremely flexible, you have fantastic energy, and you know how to make a man fall to his knees with only the twitch of your buttocks. I know, not exactly the things to put on a resume, but they aren’t all bad. Especially when I’m the guy in question watching how you swing those lovely hips back and forth.”

  “Well, once this case is over and done with, I will still dance for you anytime you want me to. Especially if you are naked as well.” She got out of the bed and watched him. “So come on, time to eat.” She grabbed his shirt that he had pulled off the night before, put it on, and then pulled on a pair of boy short panties from her drawer. “Come on, babe. Food. Coffee. Good things.” Her hand was out and reaching for him when she said that.

  He got up, grabbed his jeans, and took her hand. Tossing the jeans over his shoulder, he waved her to the door. “Lead on, my dear. I would be naked for your dances. Mostly in the hopes that I’d get a lap dance out of you. But also to ensure you didn’t feel unnecessarily uncomfortable being the only one naked at the time.”

  “Oh believe me, if you were naked, I would be in your lap. No questions about it.” She would be on his lap riding his cock. She would do anything to have him inside of her again and again. “Who knows, maybe one day we will be dancing without the latex barrier between us. That’s for one day in the future, though.” She was clean, but she couldn’t take any sort of birth control because of how ill it made her.

  “Only when you’re thinking we should start having little Megans running around,” he told her. Squeezing her hand, he tugged her toward him and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’m thinking a half dozen might be a good start.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “See, I was thinking little Simons running around. I was thinking that we should have a little Simon and then if you want, a little Megan.” She hugged him around the waist and added, “Until we are ready for that, though, we need to use condoms. I can’t take any sort of birth control either orally or via shots. Something about it makes that seriously not a good time for me. At all. I break out in hives or puke for weeks. Neither are good.”

  “I’m happy enough to keep going with the condoms,” he said quietly. “Don’t ever worry about that, sweetheart. And we will wait until you are ready for that sort of commitment. Besides, I’m old fashioned, and fully expect a ring on my finger before you expect me to get you pregnant. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy, I’m more of a low key sort, but you should keep all this in mind. On top of that, you’re a twin, as you may recall. We might end up with one of each running around.”

  “True, but doesn’t it typically jump a generation? I know that my grandmother was a twin, and if I remember correctly from her stories, her grandmother was one. But Mercy had twins.” She shrugged. “And who says that you would be able to get me to ask you? Maybe I need to be asked?” She grinned.

  “You’re a modern woman. I’m thinking we’ll have to do this our way. No matter what it is, we’ll figure it out. Besides, like you said, look at Mercy. She had a set of twins. Brant’s kid brother and sister are twins as well. Then when you add the fact that there are a few twins in my genetic ancestry…” With a grin, he tugged her hand, and pulled her to the kitchen. Once there, he let go, pulled on his jeans finally, and went to make coffee.

  “Oh lordy, with your luck, we would end up with three or four. You poor, poor man. Especially if they were all girls. You would be so outnumbered and that would be bad. Don’t you think?” She pulled out eggs and bacon to start to make breakfast for them.

  “How so? I like the idea of a horde of little girls running around. Besides, we both know that any boy that comes knocking will have to get past you first. They’ll think it’s me, but we both know damn well and good you’re the real parent they will need to fear. Between the two of us, we have the connections to ensure they are never, ever found should they make one of our babies cry.”

  “That’s the truth.” She shrugged and turned to watch him once she had the pan lined with bacon. “A horde of little girls and their mother, all on their monthlies at the same time. Seriously? Have you never been around a gaggle of women when their cycles sync up and they start to lash out at all males in the vicinity?”

  “That is why men have man caves,” he said. Moving next to her, he leaned a hip to the counter. “Did you never wonder why men insist on a space they can call their own? Well, now you know. For centuries it’s been our own sure fire way to survive hell week.”

  “Huh, so that’s how it’s done?” she teased. She moved so that she could put her hand on his chest and pull him closer. “How about you kiss me? Kiss me and make me understand just how perfect we are for each other.”

  “We’re definitely perfect for one another,” he said. Hands on her hips, he tugged her into the line of his body and cupped her ass. “We were made for one another, the perfect halves to a whole.” Lowering his head, he brushed his lips to hers lightly, then kissed her.

  She hoped he was right. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held him close as she kissed him back. God, she could become addicted to his kisses. To him period. When they parted, she smiled. “I happen to think we fit perfectly as well. For now, though, I need to turn the bacon, okay, babe?”

  “Good idea.” He let her go, but not before stealing another quick kiss. With a grin and a wink, he moved to the coffee maker. “What do you take in your brew, sweetheart? Or do you drink it straight out of the pot?”

  “Straight up for this time of the morning. Later, I will put cream and sugar, but my first cup is always straight black.” She saw him smile and knew he was tucking that little tidbit away for later. “So, you have anything that you have to do today?”

  “Besides ensuring you are addicted to me fully? Nope. My only priority is to keep an eye on you, and make sure no one tries to do away with your gorgeous self. I would be most put out should anything happen to you, sweetheart.” He passed her a mug of coffee, then turned back to the machine to pour a cup for himself.

  “I would as well. If anything happened to either of us.” She pulled the first bits of bacon from the pan and then repeated the process in order to create their meal.

  ****

  Megan looked over her shoulder at Simon as she finished getting ready for the night. She was nervous. “Do you think that this is going to be okay?” She turned and showed him the outfit she had on. “Is it provocative enough?” She knew it was. The skirt was barely there and the shirt was barely a strip across her breasts. “Whatcha think? Will this have the people in the club distracted enough that they will slip some more for us?”

  “If they don’t, I think we’ll need to get their eyes examined,” he said. He didn’t look very happy with her outfit, which she understood. She wasn’t exactly pleased with it either. “I really hope we can nail these assholes sooner than later. I hate that you’ve been in this so long, and I know it’s wearing on you.”

  “You have no idea how much,” she admitted honestly. “It’s killing me.” She wasn’t even teasing. She felt as if it really was killing her. She hated what she was feeling right now. Every single inch of her hurt, and it wasn’t because of the dancing, but because of the stress of the undercover work.

  “Hey,” he whispered. Walking to her, he slipped his arms around her and drew her in for a hug. “I’m going to be there with you. Nothing could pull me away. We’re going to have additional backup in case it’s required, or something breaks and we have to split our focus. I want you to focus on one night at a time. Then I want you to refine your focus even more to one dance at a time. Know I’m watching you, and watching out for you. I’m not letting anything happen to you, sweetheart. Okay?”

  “Okay.” She took a deep breath and smiled. “Now, let’s get out there so that I can shake my ass and we can catch the assholes at what they are doing. I think that’s a mighty fine p
lan, don’t you?” When he nodded, she slipped her hand into his and off they went.

  Chapter Six

  A week later, there still were no breaks in the case. Simon was seriously getting tired of the watered down drinks. What was really pissing him off, though, were the men staring, leering, and making comments about Megan while she danced. He had to constantly remind himself not to beat the shit out of them.

  Not only because of the bouncers, but also because he couldn’t get himself banned and still help Megan. So he forced himself to sit idly by and watch. It was a good thing too.

  Exactly nine nights after he started coming to the club with Megan, the mayor popped in, and he didn’t look like he should have been standing let alone roaming around Massey. The guy was drunk. Seriously and completely drunk.

  Simon could actually smell the fumes pouring off him from over ten feet away, which in a place that served a lot of alcohol definitely said something. The man came in weaving, and yet looked damn happy.

  “We did it,” the mayor said to the owner of the club. “The buyer’s damn happy, and I think I’ve found a way to get rid of my annoyance. The buyer’s even happier because of the bonus I’ll be giving him.”

  The owner grabbed him by the arm and tugged him into the back, but Simon had heard enough, more than enough truthfully. Digging out his phone, he placed a call to Brant. “It’s me,” he said quietly. Moving to a corner, he ensured he was alone. “The mayor’s here, and from the sounds of things, he’s got another group of women heading out soon. He’s met with the buyer, and the deal is set. It also sounds like he may have a plan to get at Elizabeth.”

  “Shit. All right, I’ll have my guys move in closer on their watch of her. Where’s Megan?”

  “She’s hitting the stage for her last number of the night.”

  “So you haven’t told her yet?”

  “I quite literally just heard the conversation, and then immediately called you. She’s backstage, I’d have never gotten near her. I’ll tell her as soon as she’s off, though. The bouncer and the owner let me go and meet her by the girls’ room door. They’ve gotten rather used to me being here.” Unfortunately.