by Cat Johnson
At that point, he was no longer simply an observer. He couldn’t control himself. This was no longer just a show for the target. Hell, it hadn’t been for some time. He pushed down his waistband and began to rub his swollen cock. Not that he had many brain cells functioning at this point, but his thinking was Smith would definitely be the kind of guy who would jerk off as his wife stripped for him. Second, perhaps if he came while watching her, he could get away with only making Carly strip for the terrorists and not have to go further.
Only making her strip. Ha! There was nothing insignificant about what was happening between them now. Especially not when her eyes caught the reflection of what was happening behind her. Knowing she was watching him, as well as the target’s guards and Matt in the control center, didn’t diminish his arousal at all as pre-come seeped from the tip.
His fist moved faster over the rock-hard flesh and, just when he was starting to get really friendly with his own hand, Carly turned to him. Her gaze dropped, observing every motion he made. His heart pounded faster as she moved closer. Leaning down, she braced herself on each arm of the chair, putting him eye-level with her glorious tits. When she reached out and ran the tip of her finger down the slit of his cock, Trey hissed in a breath.
Her eyes met his and he saw the need in them. If she was into this, he sure as hell was too. Stopping what he had previously been doing, he released the grip on his cock and reached for her. With one finger he pulled aside the neckline of the already revealing nightie, just enough to expose her other nipple. Leaning forward, he drew the peak into his mouth and scraped his teeth against it. She drew in a sharp breath and then grabbed his head and pulled it closer to her breast.
There was no doubt in his mind now. John Smith was definitely going to make love to his wife tonight. Since it was too late to step back from the precipice on which they both teetered, he drew her another step forward. Wrapping his hands around her hips, he pulled her closer until she was in his lap, straddling him. Then she began to grind her pelvis against his erection.
She lowered her lips to his, devouring his mouth as he kissed her with equal need. His tongue drove against hers in a rhythm that mimicked what he hoped his very prominent arousal would soon do to her. She rubbed herself against the bulge of his cock. He heard her breath coming in staggered pants. In another second, she’d probably come just from the contact. If he didn’t watch out, he’d come from it too.
Trey broke away. If this was to be the one and only time they’d be together, he wanted it to last a very long time and he intended on enjoying every moment. Besides, some part of his brain remembered the team wouldn’t benefit from his rushing to finish this. They needed as much time as he could give them.
“Turn around. Face the mirror.”
Did the pulse in her throat pound faster just from his suggestion? How hot was that?
“This is supposed to be a dance for you, remember?” Her voice sounded breathy.
“No reason why we can’t both enjoy it.” His own voice came out sounding raspy. This was no simple hook up. They affected each other physically. Chemically. He couldn’t let himself think like that. This was a one-shot deal.
Swallowing hard from his words, Carly nodded. As her pulse continued to throb wildly, she rose and let him turn her toward the mirror.
“Spread your legs for me, baby. I want to see you.” He sat her in his lap, his hands spreading her thighs wide. Easing aside the scrap of lace that comprised the bottom of Candi Smith’s nightwear, he exposed her before both of their eyes. “Look at yourself, baby. You’re so beautiful.”
Head thrown back against his chest, she stared at her reflection as his hands slipped between her folds. He started circling his finger over her engorged clit. The first touch had her drawing in a sharp breath.
He scraped his teeth against her earlobe before moving down to nip lightly at her neck. Sliding a finger from his left hand inside, he stroked in and out of her while still working her clit with his right. She began to tremble. It wouldn’t be long.
Moving her slightly, he readjusted their positions. He freed his erection from the pants, then slid it between her thighs. She rotated her hips against him, and with every movement his arousal rubbed her wet entrance while his fingers played against her.
Trey watched Carly in the mirror as she sat, shaking, facing away from him, her eyes squeezed closed. Her breathing got faster and then she was crying out and all but bucking out of his lap. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her closer, but he didn’t let up with his fingers as her orgasm rocked her.
Finally, it was obvious she couldn’t take anymore. Panting and slumping weakly in his lap as her body jerked sporadically, she grabbed his hand to stop him.
Enjoying the view of her flushed face in the mirror, he held her as she caught her breath, all the while thinking she better not be done now because he sure as hell wasn’t. That thought was reinforced by Matt’s voice in his ear. “For God’s sake, Trey. You can’t stop now. We’ve almost got Jimmy out, but we need more time.”
Trey closed his eyes for a second, regrouping in his mind. He had become Trey again while touching Carly, but he needed to be John Smith. Grasping her chin, he angled her face toward his, and then took control of her mouth in a hard, crushing kiss. He unleashed an untamed part of him he rarely gave into, thrusting his tongue into her mouth while he worked her breast roughly with one hand.
When he broke the kiss that had them both breathless, she opened her eyes again. He stared into the sea of green.
“I want to fuck you.” Purposely choosing those coarse words, he played the role and let John Smith shine through him. It might be the only way to hold onto his own sanity.
She swallowed hard but remained silent.
“Do you want that?” His gut twisted waiting to hear the words from her lips. Finally, he was rewarded.
“Yes.”
With two hands around her waist, Trey raised Carly off his lap and set her on her feet before him. He stood too and ran his hands up from her thighs, pulling her nightgown up and over her head. She was there before him, naked except for black lace thong underwear and heels. God, her breasts were beautiful. He’d really enjoy them in any other situation. Damn it, he was enjoying them now.
He pushed the chair out of the way and led Carly to the end of the bed, trying to reason away the fact he was trembling now too. Adrenaline. That’s all it was.
Sinking into her was going to be a huge mistake. He knew it. Yet he was going to do it anyway for so many reasons, half of them selfish, half not so selfish. This was for Jimmy, at least partially. He had to keep reminding himself of that, even though he didn’t believe one word of his own internal lies.
With both of them still standing, he turned her toward the bed and bent her over the edge of the mattress. No way would the guards leave the monitors with Carly bent over the bed like that.
Trey ran his hands over the warm skin of her perfect heart-shaped ass. He pulled her thong down in one swift move, yanking his own bottoms off next. He wanted her so badly his erection was bobbing with a life of its own.
He’d be fine once he had her. He’d have to be. This was just lust. That’s all. And that’s what he kept telling himself as he stood close behind her and nudged her feet farther apart with his. With a hand on each of her hips, he glanced at the mirror, saw himself and Carly reflected perfectly, and pushed inside her.
She was so wet and ready, he slid into her warmth easily. He drove into her hard, over and over again, gritting his teeth to make it last as long as possible. Trying to ignore how good it felt, he pounded into her until the cheeks of her ass were pink from the friction.
Carly’s breathing got more labored and she began shaking. Pulling out, he turned her around. He wanted to see her face-to-face when she came again. Laying her on the mattress, he crawled between her thighs and poised at her entrance. Her lips were parted and her breath came in gasps as she stared up at him.
His gaze never
leaving her face, he slid inside. She released a shaky breath as he entered her, his own body shuddering from the sensation. Reaching his hand between them, he connected with her clit and brought her to orgasm for a second time. The feel of her body gripping his and the sight of her face as she came overwhelmed him. He thrust once more and followed her, coming deep inside as her body milked his.
Totally consumed by Carly beneath him, the sound of Matt’s panicked voice in his ear startled Trey right out of his blissful sex haze.
“Jack. Shit! You’re not supposed to be in here.”
He heard the click as Matt disconnected audio and that was it. Still buried deep inside Carly, Trey was left alone with the miserable knowledge the one man who shouldn’t have seen what happened between him and Carly, had.
Her body pulsed one more time around him, an aftershock from her lingering orgasm, but there was no joy in it for him. He pulled out and, squeezing his eyes shut, rubbed a hand over his face to try and erase the misery.
When he opened his eyes again, Carly was watching him. Avoiding eye contact, he retrieved her panties off the floor and handed them to her. As she reached for them, he realized he didn’t know if Jimmy was free yet.
Now what?
A click sounded and Matt was in his ear again. Trey said a silent thank you and waited. “We got Jimmy. I gotta go but you’re good, Trey. You’re done. We don’t need you anymore. Copy?”
Trey cleared his throat to indicate he had heard and understood the message.
Matt signed off with a hurried, “Roger that. Over and out.”
His only point of contact on this mission was silent once more. At least he’d gotten what he needed first. Jimmy was out of there and Trey didn’t have to prolong this thing with Carly.
She had already pulled her panties back on and had kicked off her heels, all while continuously glancing at him. After retrieving the nightgown from the floor where he’d dropped it, she crawled under the covers. The expression on her face told him she knew something was not right. He couldn’t explain about Jack because of the surveillance in the room. Nor could he explain the inner turmoil he felt, but that had nothing to do with the bad guys listening in on them.
Trey pulled the pajama bottoms on and shut off the light. Sliding into the bed, he lay down next to her. She snuggled closer, seeking contact. After the intimacy they’d just shared, how could he deny her that? He gave up fighting the urge and let himself pull her into his arms. She felt good there. Too good.
How could he possibly make love to this woman and then forget about it? Impossible.
Her fingertips brushed his cheek. He didn’t move. Her lips met his and he was torn between wanting her all over again and knowing the worst thing he could do was fall into this thing with her any deeper. The tip of her tongue slid between his lips and she moved closer until the length of her body was pressed against his.
Trey sucked in a deep breath. Maybe just one more time. The damage was already done. Once more couldn’t hurt. It would give him more memories for those long, cold lonely nights when he returned and was supposed to pretend nothing had happened.
Her hands pushed the elastic waistband of his pants down before she stroked his erection and his decision was made. Rolling on top of her, he captured Carly’s face in both of his hands. He kissed her hard and deep. Thrusting one hand into her hair, he slid the other one down, following the curves of her body. Her knee came up and hooked around his hip.
In the total darkness every breath she took resonated through him. The tiny sound she made in her throat when his tongue tangled with hers sent a tingle straight to his core.
No one could see them now. This time wouldn’t be about the mission. It was just about them and it shouldn’t be happening. That thought filled his head even as he pulled her panties off for the second time that night and plunged inside.
Chapter Eight
Trey didn’t let himself rest that night. All hell would be breaking loose in the basement after the target’s men discovered Jimmy’s escape. He only hoped they didn’t connect the team’s infiltration with him and Carly. Why should they? The Smiths were simply newlyweds having sex. Nothing suspicious about it. Though the guards in charge of Jimmy would most likely pay a hefty price for watching them instead of their captive. They might even pay with their lives.
His mind circled around and around the possibilities and consequences until just after dawn when he felt Carly slip out of bed. She padded to the bathroom and he heard the shower start.
As the exhaustion began to catch up with him, Trey flung one arm over his eyes. He hadn’t slept at all and now, sleep deprived and distracted as hell, he had to be at the top of his game for the meet. He needed to convince the target to trust him and hopefully build a long-lasting relationship. He also had to try to not get him and Carly killed in the process.
The terrorist they were after was an extremely powerful and very bad man. They didn’t want him dead. If they had, Jimmy could have taken him out long ago. They wanted his boss and the best way to locate him was by getting admitted into the target’s inner circle by doing business with him.
Finding John Smith and his computer had been a stroke of luck and the timing couldn’t have been better, given the fact their only mole, Jimmy, had been compromised.
Trey told himself he only had to get through this one meet. After that, someone at Central should be able to handle all future correspondence electronically. They’d get the info they needed to find the leader out of the target. Hopefully the guy he was dealing with wasn’t big on using the phone and Trey wouldn’t be brought in again unless the bad guy requested another face-to-face. If that happened, he’d come alone with the team. No way was he bringing Carly here again.
Listening to the water still running in the shower, he pictured it sluicing off Carly’s body and remembered the feel of being inside her last night. Trey remembered the taste of her, the scent of her. He had to physically shake his head to rid himself of the memories.
The voice inside, his own this time instead of Matt’s, reminded him once again a distracted soldier was a dead soldier…accompanied by a dead civilian.
Damn it. Why did this Smith guy have to be such a ball-less bastard he would bring his wife along with him as cover for a meet with a terrorist?
Trey was going to have to get his mind fine-tuned again and fast. This was already a risky mission without the distraction of Carly. Add to that the fact Jimmy had been extracted right out from under the target’s nose and their chances for success plummeted. Every bad guy in the vicinity would be on high alert after last night’s escape. Every one in the area would be under suspicion. If only they could call off this meet, but that would only further alert the terrorist bastards.
Where the hell was Matt’s voice when he needed it? He could use a little encouragement and an update about now. Glancing at the bedside clock, Trey realized Carly had been in the shower for a very long time.
Certain they were still under surveillance, he chose his words carefully. “Baby? You okay in there?”
When she didn’t answer his heart leapt into his throat. Had they gotten to her? How? He’d checked the room the best he could, but knowing there were video cameras, he hadn’t been as thorough as he should have.
Trey grabbed the doorknob with a suddenly sweaty palm. It turned easily. He opened the door and peered through the steam.
“Baby?” He tried to keep the panic from his voice.
She didn’t answer and his pulse kicked into a higher gear.
With trepidation, he pulled open the shower curtain a few inches. Carly stood with both hands and her forehead pressed against the wall with the water hitting her in the back. She turned her head enough to look at him. “Is everything all right?”
He finally let himself breath freely again even though this wasn’t something he was prepared for. With all his agonizing about his own feelings, he’d barely considered Carly might be going through something herself.
Guilt overwhelmed him for invading what little privacy she had. The door hadn’t been locked because that was one of the rules he’d laid out for her on the flight over. He needed to be able to get to her at all times in case anything happened.
Oh, something had happened, all right. He’d had sex with her not once, but twice. Hot, passionate, emotional sex that broke every rule in this very serious game they were playing.
“I was just concerned about you. You okay?”
“Fine.” She paused and swallowed. “How much time do we have?”
“A while. Take all the time you need.” He reached out and ran a fingertip down the side of her face.
She nodded and he let the curtain drop back into place. It wasn’t until he’d closed the door behind him he heard the water stop.
They’d deal with this somehow later, but right now he had a meet to prepare for and she was going to have to find an outfit in a stripper’s suitcase that would be appropriate for an appointment with a terrorist. When exactly had this poor woman’s life become so complicated? Unfortunately, he knew the answer. It was right about the time Task Force Zeta had walked into her bar.
With a sigh, Trey opened John Smith’s laptop and was cruising around in the files when the bathroom door opened and Carly came out in a white robe and a burst of steam. He thought it best if he left her alone for a bit and tried to instead refresh his memory regarding the emails that had passed between Smith and the target. Though he found his eyes kept straying to watch her move about the room.
He wrestled his attention back to the laptop. The two men never came right out and named what this meet was about in any of their correspondence. That would make things trickier, but Trey knew from the research Matt had included in his folder Smith had been dealing small arms with some minor players in the terror world.