by Honey Jans
Melanie sunk back into the shadows her heart breaking. How could Ace just throw her away like that? Easy, she didn't mean anything to him. She closed her eyes blinking back tears. Suck it up, she told herself. You've still got a job to do. It was then she saw the door standing open to an office across the hall. She slipped inside and quietly closed the door. She made her way over to the computer. Confident now that she was in her own element, she booted it up and sent a message to Dot.
"My God girl, where are you? I'd about given up hope."
"I don't have time for chit chat,” she typed in. “I'm at Santos's mountain hideout, The Aerie"
"You've got to be kidding."
"I wish I was. Ace brought me here. Apparently, they're old buddies who sometimes work together” she typed, her gut twisting.
"I did some checking. Delta Star is real ... and so is Ace..."
"How do you know?"
"A little pillow talk."
Melanie rolled her eyes. Dot and her sex-capades were well known. The confirmation that Ace was telling the truth only firmed her resolve to help him. He was back in agent mode, but she couldn't turn off her emotions like he could.
"What have you found out about Jeb and the mission?"
"Not much. Apparently there wasn't much to be found, and the team is now being scattered while Jeb focuses on finding you."
Melanie shivered at the words. She didn't want Jeb anywhere near her. “It's not true, I saw the computers, they're still encrypting data."
"What a putz."
"Or maybe a murderer."
"Shit girl, you've got to let me talk to the Director."
It went against her heart; she didn't want to put Ace in jeopardy. But she had to save their asses. “Fine. Tell him I'll report in tomorrow. We're going to be on the move.” She heard footsteps out in the hall and stopped typing. When they continued by she let out a breath. “I've got to go Dotty. I'll contact you when I can."
She reached for the phone on the desk and called the number she'd never wanted to use. Her fingers nervously beat on the desktop and she forced herself to stop.
"It's your nickel, start talking,” a genial male voice answered.
Melanie sucked in a deep breath. “Uncle Harry."
"Is this my favorite niece, Mellie?” he asked.
"Yes,” she said smiling through her tears. She'd forgotten how much fun he'd been when she was small. “Uncle Harry, I'm ready to cash in my chip."
"What do you need? If some low life..."
"It's not exactly me that needs protection. A friend of mine is about to walk into an ambush to protect me and I want you to back him up."
* * * *
Ace walked into their suite hours later to find Melanie waiting for him. She looked gorgeous and sexy in the little black dress Santos had provided. The guilty look on her face told him she'd been sleuthing again, but he chose not to call her on it. He wanted this evening to be perfect, because he didn't know if he'd survive to see another. He could be walking into a trap tomorrow but he wanted this to be over for Melanie's sake. When he looked at her, he forgot all about their issues. “Ready for dinner, Sugar?” he asked with a sultry grin.
"Yes."
He wondered if she was having the same troubled thoughts. “First a gift.” He handed her a bag from an exclusive erotica shop.
She took it, eyes wide. “For me?"
Ace smiled as she cast a wondering look his way, knowing what a lucky ghost he really was. He could hardly wait to bed her properly and she had him throbbing behind his fly. “I approve of the dress, love,” he said touching her pretty dress's spaghetti straps. One of them skittered off her shoulder, baring the upper slope of her breast. He could smell her cream, as she let out a little gasp. “Did you lube your tight little ass for me?” he asked, the corners of his hard mouth kicking up in a smile as she blushed. He loved it when she blushed for him.
She nodded, trembling, as she nibbled her lower lip.
He bit back a groan, and skimmed his hand over the sultry curve of her ass. He'd loved that she'd worn the thong and matching satin bra. He grinned and flipped up her skirt to check, his hand caressing her bottom. It was warm, and blushing. She moaned, her knees wobbled, and she sagged into him. He laughed, catching her. His whole body primed with need, as he caressed her bare bottom.
Tracing the crease between the round globes of her bottom teasingly, he murmured, “Very nice indeed.” He gave each cheek a teasing spank, loving the way she gasped and pressed against him. “You have the sexiest ass, Melanie. It just begs for my spankings."
"Oh yes,” she said with a sigh. “I felt extra naughty when I did it for you.
"Good girl,” he said with a chuckle, loving her whispered confession. “Open your gift bag and see what I bought you,” he said.
She opened it and looked down at the contents of the bag. “Wow."
He smiled, glad she was shocked. “We'll use the gel and your butt plug first."
"Oh good,” she said, smiling.
"Bend over, face and tits on the bed,” he said, draping her over the bed. He flipped up her skirt. It was enough to jump-start him into blue balls. Biting back a groan, he opened the strawberry gel and slicked it over her tight little rosebud. When his blunt fingertip, he circled her anus, slipping inside. She moaned, her body rippling at him and he almost lost it. Instead, he reached for the small tapered butt plug and eased it inside her, wishing it was his cock.
"Ey up mi ducks,” she said, her legs wobbling.
"Too tight?” he asked, seeing her reaction.
"Too sexy,” she said, rolling her hips in arousal.
Good,” he said, gratified. He fucked it in and out of her, making them both moan. She met the thrusts, arching her ass out for him. He pressed it firmly back in place and she growled in protest.
"You're not going to stop now, are you?” she complained. “I need the real thing again."
"You'll have to wait for it,” he said, pulling her up and into his arms. He grinned when she let out a grumble. His sexy Amazon, she took his breath away.
"You're mean,” she complained.
He spanked her left cheek making her gasp. He knew the plug inside her enhanced each spank. “Dinner is waiting,” he said, taking her arm and leading her out to the terrace.
"What about my other toys,” she asked, looking at the bag.
"What the hell,” he said. He waltzed her out to the terrace and Melanie's eyes widened with delight. Santos's butler had outdone himself. A table was set under the star lit sky. Plump chocolate dipped strawberries tumbled out of a silver bowl, and there was a chilling bottle of bubbly in a wine holder.
"How beautiful,” Melanie said, casting a soft glance his way.
He smiled. “I couldn't agree more,” he said, glancing at her. He pulled her into his arms, scorching a line of kisses down her nape. “This place is perfect."
"Not as perfect as your ranch,” she said, pressing against him.
"Do you really want to go there?” he asked, pulling back to look at the sincerity in her eyes.
"Yes."
"I've had the urge to take you home and make love to you there ever since I laid eyes on you."
"Did you now?” she asked, with a secret smile.
"Dinner,” Ace said, letting her go.
"I'd rather have you.” She clung to him for a moment.
"I'm not on the menu, brat.” He gave her a playful spank that made her moan. “Sit,” he said pulling out her chair.
She sat with a pout, and then gasped.
He chuckled at her reaction as the butt plug hit the chair. “Forgot about it didn't you?"
She slanted him a resentful glance. “As a matter of fact, I did."
He smiled, going to the chafing dishes to fill her plate. Ace sat down and looked at her. “Eat your dinner, Sugar. You'll need your energy to go toe to toe with me tonight."
She picked up her fork at his bidding. “About tomorrow, I..."
He shook hi
s head. “That discussion is off the menu for now, too."
"But I had some ideas..."
"Let's just enjoy the evening, Sugar,” he said and she nodded. He watched her eat and then dug into his own dinner. Watching her eat was still a turn on, he decided, as his cock throbbed. He caught her steeling looks at him and knew she was just as turned on.
When he finished, he looked up to see her watching him. “Want to open your other present?” he asked, seeing her eyes light up.
"You know I do,” she said, biting her lip.
"Come here then,” he said, crooking his finger at her. When she walked toward him, he smiled. “Strip for me, Sugar."
Melanie stopped in her tracks, blushing, and then slowly reached for her zipper, turning her back to him.
Ace's cock throbbed when she lowered it oh so slowly doing a strip tease. Wait until he got his hands on her, she'd be on the receiving end of some teasing before he made her come. When she looked over her shoulder at him, shimmying out of the dress, he groaned. She let the dress drop to pool at her feet and turned to smile at him, cupping her breasts. Her fingertips circled her budding nipples and Ace told himself to slow down as his cock throbbed. It wasn't going to happen anytime soon, he decided ruefully.
"Come here,” he said, patting his lap.
She smiled and walked over to him.
Ace snagged out a hand to catch her and pulled her onto his lap, astride him. Not very suave but he was feeling desperate for her. When her open pussy pressed against him, they both moaned. God, he wanted her. “Open your present,” he said handing her a jeweler's case.
She stared at the case, wide-eyed. “It's too big to be a ring, not that I expect one, um, that is."
"Open it,” he said, enjoying her blush. So she was thinking about rings, permanence. It made him feel like smiling. Instead, he toyed with her nipples, lengthening them making her whimper and wiggle a little on his laps. “Easy, Sugar,” he said, when she ground against his compressed cock.
She opened the box and lifted out the two, jeweled clips. “They're beautiful but I don't have pierced ears."
He smiled at her naiveté. “They're nipple clamps, Sugar. Will you wear them for me?” Her eager nod made him laugh.
Melanie moaned as Ace played with her tits. Wiggling on him she groaned as the accursed butt plug moved inside her again, making her sex and ass quiver. She was just plain starving for him and now. He was going to drive her out of her mind with the nipple clamps. She wondered how the naughty, but beautiful, things would feel. He opened one clasp and clamped it onto her left nipple, letting go to let the jewel dangle down. She whimpered as the weight tugged on her tortured nip. “Oh God, it's better than I imagined."
"I'm glad you approve, and that I'm the one who introduced you to them,” Ace said, with a smile and picked up the other clamp, toying with her right nipple and attaching it.
"It couldn't have been anyone else,” she said, seeing stars because of the sweet weight tugging at her nipple as he let go. He put on the other clamp and she looked down at the dangling jewels, shuddering, making her nipples seem to swell and burn while her pussy spasmed for him. She gasped when his hand went to her hungry sex, his strong arm supporting her wobbly legs. She moaned as he slipped two fingers into her pussy, while his thumb rode her clit.
"That's it, baby, fuck yourself on my hand."
She tightened, arching against him, spasms rippling through her as she came, shouting her triumph into his shirt. She collapsed against him as he held her. Shit, he was still fully dressed. “You're wearing too many clothes, Ace,” she murmured against his chest.
He smiled. “You can solve that by undressing me."
Smiling wickedly, she did as he said, untying his tie and pushing his jacket off his broad shoulders. Then she went for his belt and zipper.
"Hey aren't you forgetting the shirt?” he asked amused.
"You've got your priorities, I've got mine.” She undid his belt, wondering if she'd like it across her backside some time. The paddle had been a stinging revelation. That could wait for later. She undid his pants, making him wince when she banged into his hard-on.
"Easy, Sweet,” he said, pushing back the dishes to sit her on the edge of the table and standing up.
He unzipped his pants and let them drop. Her fascinated gaze fell on his erection, hanging huge and hard down his thigh. She was dimly aware of his shucking off his shirt. He opened the gel and handed it to her. “Enjoy."
She smiled, took him in her hand, and squeezed a good-sized bead on his head, fascinated when he hissed. She flicked her tongue out to taste him, whispering yummy as the mingled flavors of Ace and strawberries burst on her tongue. She took him into her mouth and drew on his hard staff. He jerked and she took him deep down her throat. She gagged a little and he pulled back, but she gripped his hips and sucked him off. He exploded into her mouth as she sucked him dry. She grinned up at him, “Now that's dessert."
"Bad girl,” he said, pulling her to her feet and into his arms.
She sighed with pleasure, gazing at the sultry look on his handsome face. He could do anything he wanted to her.
"Give me your mouth, and wrap your legs around me"
She kissed him and gasped when his stiffening cock impaled her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her across the terrace, and she shivered as the evening breeze caressed her bare skin. When he started to walk into the pool, she gasped with delight. “You planning on taking me skinny dipping, Cowboy?"
"Oh yeah,” he said, walking into the water. He slid her down onto his rousing cock, and strode deeper, each movement making her gasp. Her sex clutched at him feverishly, her ass rippling on the plug inside her. As waist deep water rushed around them he cupped her ass, and rode her harder and faster. She moaned, her sex clinging to him as her ass squeezed the butt plug he'd inserted in her. She cried out, coming long and hard. He held her tight, coming inside her.
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Chapter 15
When Melanie woke up early the next morning and turned to snuggle Ace, he wasn't there. As she looked at the spot where he had been, she got a sinking feeling. Damn it all, he was off playing hero without waking her. Hopefully, Harry would come through, but she needed to be there. She dressed and stormed out of the bedroom in search of Santos. It was time to assert herself. She walked into his office to find him sitting behind his desk. He looked up at her and frowned.
"You can ring for breakfast and Manny will bring it to you."
"Where is he?"
"Manny is in the kitchen."
She frowned at his deliberate obtuseness. “Not Manny, I want Ace. Shit, I can't believe he snuck out without waking me. Maybe he used knock out drugs again,” she pondered to herself. She looked up to see Santos smile. “This isn't funny."
"Of course not,” Santos said, looking away. “The best thing you can do is sit back and let Ace do his job."
"I've heard that tune before and I'm not buying it,” she said, frowning at him
"Rosa told me,” Santos grinned. “You are a fierce little thing."
"You have no idea.” She stared him down. “You're going to help me,” she said firmly.
"And why should I do that?” Santos asked.
"Because I'll blow the whistle on you, if you don't,” she said, recalling the data she'd found.
"I'm already a wanted man,” he said, with a shrug.
"Ah, but what would your competitors say if they knew you were Delta Star.” She watched his brow arch and a twinkle come to his eyes.
"And what would yours say if they knew you were Harry the Horse's favorite niece?” he returned.
Her jaw literally dropped and she leaned against the desk for support. “He did you know?” She watched his gaze flick to the fax machine. “Ace had me investigated."
Santos nodded. “Clark faxed him your dossier."
Shit, what a goodbye gift. He definitely wouldn't be coming back for her now. She was agent poi
son. “Did he read it before he left?” she asked, appalled.
"No, last night before dinner,” he said.
A glimmer of hope bloomed inside her at the words. “You've got to be kidding. Why didn't he say anything?"
Santos shrugged. “He said it didn't change anything."
She hugged the news to her. “Okay, you're going to fly me to Cartagena in your cute little helicopter."
He rolled his eyes. “I told you it's better if you wait..."
"I already called Uncle Harry,” she said, shutting him up.
He frowned at her. “You didn't."
"I did. So we'd better make tracks before the shooting starts."
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Chapter 16
Ace staked out the square looking for all the sniper positions that could be used to take him out. He knew he couldn't cover all angles, and what did it matter anyway? He was doing this to insure Melanie's safety. When it was over, she could call her friend, Dot and go home.
A footstep behind him made him spin around. An older man in a trench coat walked up to him followed by several swarthy lieutenants. Ace took one look at him and recognized Harry Leone. “When did she call you?"
Harry smiled. “Last night. If you break my niece's heart, I'll end you."
"Nice to know we have the same goal. I thought she never called you."
Harry shrugged. “I guess I got you to thank for that. Where is she?"
"On ice, at a safe house."
"You sure about that?” Harry asked.
Privately he wasn't, if she'd called Harry that meant she had prior knowledge of this meet. She could have conned someone into letting her go after him. A shudder ran down his spine at the possibility.
"She's a live wire, isn't she?” Harry said, patting him on the back. “Where do you want us?"
"Out of sight for now,” Ace said, even as Harry and his crew faded into the shadows. Just then, footsteps rang out on the damp pavement.
* * * *
"Can't you drive any faster?” Melanie said as Santos drove them down the busy streets of Cartagena. She glanced at her watch, and prayed they'd get there in time. She had to save Ace even if he was planning to let her go.