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Table of Contents
Title Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24 – Christmas
Chapter 25 -Epilogue- One Year Later
Chapter 26- Epilogue 2- Lucas
Caught Up At Christmas
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Nina Dawn
Published by Redingote Reads
New York, NY
Caught Up At Christmas © 2019 Nina Dawn
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Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18, and all characters are represented as 18 or older.
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About this Book
I know when she’s been naughty, and I know when she’s been nice. Moira is on my list, and I don’t need to check it twice.
From the moment I first saw Moira Lennox through my laptop, I was blown away by her curvy nineteen year old innocence.
So what that I’m assigned to monitor her as part of a major investigation?
She’s going to be mine.
Watching her day in and day out, I know everything about her from her favorite shampoo to her favorite lace trimmed bikini bottoms... I know everything about her except what she looks like in the throes of passion. But I’ve got a plan to change that... very soon.
Unfortunately, she’s also captured the attention of Mikhail Andreivich, a notorious Russian spy, who’s intent on seducing and kidnapping her as part of a blackmail scheme.
Mess with my girl? I don’t think so.
This Christmas, I’m going to take down a Russian spy ring, rescue my one and only, and live happily ever after.
Sound far-fetched?
Yeah, but there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
Although I should probably meet her first...
Note to readers: This is a short, insta-love Romantic Suspense story. If that's not your thing, you might prefer some of my other short romance stories, which have sweeter themes.
Chapter 1
Moira
I keep seeing him everywhere. The shadowy man who doesn’t exist. I see him in the library when I’m supposed to be studying, I see him in my dorm room when I’m supposed to be sleeping. I’d call him my guardian angel, except the feelings he conjures up aren’t angelic at all.
He’s big, brooding, practically brutal, and I can feel his hands all over me. Did I say hands? Uh, that’s not the only part of him that I've imagined pressed against me, taking me from my sheltered, innocent world and ripping it all wide open, taking my innocence as he plunges inside me, and, whew...
There I go, making myself overheated again. And not just overheated- in need of a new pair of panties.
I don’t know what’s going on with me lately. I’ve always been such a good girl, I just don’t know where these dark and dirty fantasies are coming from. I only know that they are going to completely consume me if I don’t do something about them, and fast.
Yesterday, while I was in the shower, washing myself, all of a sudden I was ready to turn my pastel pink washcloth into something very naughty while I was thinking about him.
It was only at the last minute that I stopped myself in time, pressing against the shower wall for support before I not so accidentally took my own virginity.
I’m a Lennox. I’m supposed to find myself some nice blue blooded scion of an established, connected family, a guy who will become a future captain of industry, and I’m supposed to get engaged before graduation.
My Uncle Milton is a big shot Senator, and ever since I was little, it has been made very clear to me that I have a family name to uphold at all costs. I couldn't even go to a regular school, lest I somehow embarrass the family in kindergarten or something. So, my mom made sure I was a model homeschooling student. The only reason they let me go to college is because generations of the Lennox family have gone here, and I would otherwise be breaking with family tradition. But I'm not allowed to go to parties, and I'm only allowed to get to meet people who my family has approved.
Already, there’s this guy, Michael Anderson, who has done campaign work for my uncle, and he's been asking me to go out with him. Michael is handsome, rich, smart and totally fits the bill- he checks every one of the future husband boxes.
Except I can’t get myself to want him the way I want my big, rough, imaginary friend. Help!
Chapter 2
Lucas
I've got a long history of surveillance behind me- first with Special Ops and now with the Bureau. Not as glamorous as being out there in the field, but after taking a few too many hits, I can no longer move like some eighteen year old kid. I can still hold my own on the training course, I just don't have the speed that I once did. And not having the speed means not only endangering myself, but the rest of my team. So, I only grumbled a little the first time I had to sit behind a screen. And now, it's basically just a routine for me.
Well, it was just a routine until I was assigned to Moira Lennox, the 19 year old niece of Senator Milton Lennox. Since that happened, I've been taking my badge out and leaving it next to my computer, just to remind myself that what I'm doing is for work, and not for my own pleasure.
I have to say, that reminder is NOT very effective. Not only can't I remain detached when I watch her, I can't keep myself from getting aroused. I know that means that I should step back and let someone else take over, but there's no way in hell I'd let someone else watch her like this.
After going through the proper login procedures and making sure everything was secure, I sat back and stared at the video feed on my laptop screen.
Moira was just waking up for the day. Her soft wavy hair looked damn good against her pillow in the morning. Lush curves that go on and on, yet she seems to be totally unaware of her sex appeal. I don't go in for horoscopes, but it would have been hard to ignore just how fitting it is that she's a Virgo.
The first time I saw her outside of a picture was when I was setting up a feed outside her dorm room. I was in maintenance gear, and I don't think she spotted me, but damn, all that dewy innocence paired with such ripe curves- it was all I could do to keep from running over to her, picking her up in my arms and taking her home with me.
To protect her.
Yeah, I keep telling myself that my motivation was to protect her. Because that sounds a lot more noble than admitting that I wanted to take her until we're both close to passing out from dehydration.
Its probably because of assholes like me and their dirty desires that my girl didn't start college until this August. She should have started at 18, but her parents weren't ready to let her go. As if an angel like Moira could ever wind
up doing something other than behaving like the perfect daughter. What'd they think? That Moira would get a tattoo and join a gang? Even now that she's away at school, she's still barely spreading her wings. I mean, on one hand, I'm glad that she spends her time in the library studying instead of partying, but on the other, I wish she'd really been allowed the chance to decide for herself.
My poor girl doesn't even own a pair of jeans like every other 19 year old on earth.
My Moira's innocent, too innocent for college and way too innocent for what she's being used for.
My girl. My Moira. Fuck, if my boss knew I thought of her like that, I'd get tossed from this whole operation. But I can't help it- for all that sweet innocence, for all that I want to protect her, my thoughts are totally filthy where she is concerned. Protective and pervy, all rolled into one.
I know we're the good guys in this, but I hate that my girl is being dangled as bait, totally unaware of how she's been dragged into a fucking spy war. And all because she just happens to be the one and only niece of the extremely powerful, and probably very corrupt, Senator Milton Lennox, who is currently being investigated by the Bureau for some extremely interesting transactions with Russian oligarchs, wherein Senator Lennox went from being very wealthy to obscenely rich.
Normally, the Bureau wouldn't be tracking a Senator's niece like this, but we've had evidence that the Russians are planning on using her to put some pressure on him. Just in case the dirty rubles weren't persuasive enough and Senator Lennox decided to do something surprising like unexpectedly growing a conscience.
Mikhail Andreivich worked on Senator Lennox's campaign- he was one of the key players in laundering rubles into campaign dollars, but to lure my girl, Mikhail's transformed himself into Michael Anderson, son of a billionaire rich hedge fund owner. And Lennox was only too willing to introduce him to his innocent little niece.
Which is how I wound up assigned to Moira. And how I began my obsession with her.
I'm only supposed to monitoring her from a distance at this point, but I've gone beyond that. Its a big campus, anything could happen to her. So, when she goes out, I follow her, sticking to the shadows to avoid being seen.
How could I possibly do anything less? I'm her protector. There can be no distance between us at all. And how could there be, after all we've been through together?
I knew everything about her- favorite food, color, stuffed animal, song, toothpaste, favorite underwear... a pair of pale pink lace trim panties with a matching lacy camisole top that she bought herself. She doesn’t wear them often- and when she does, she gets this blush and this furtive grin on her face that gets me hard as a-- fuck, that sounds creepy out loud, doesn’t it? Which is why I certainly don't say that stuff to my boss, instead just thinking to myself about how delicious that luscious ass of hers looks like in a pair of lace trimmed cotton panties.
Yeah, the thing about surveillance, you get to know your subject intimately. Very intimately. The only thing I don’t know about Moira is what she looks like and sounds like during sex. And the only reason I don't know that is because she hasn't had sex yet.
Not like the Russian spy isn't gearing up for that- Mikhail Andreivich's assignment requires him to get as close as humanly possible to my angel so he can exploit her for leverage, using her to blackmail her Uncle as necessary. He doesn't just plan on taking her virginity, he's planning on introducing her to some real fucking depravity. I'm not exactly a clean minded kind of guy, but what the Russians are planning is some sick shit.
And that's the gist of this whole operation. The Bureau wants to let the Russian plan unfold until we've got enough to bust it all open at once. And I'll be damned if I let that spy touch my angel, let alone try to stick his dick inside her.
The operation has a real code name, but my boss has taken to calling it Operation Ho Ho Ho, because the Russian plan to kidnap Moira and turn her into a sex slave is supposed to go next level over Christmas. In a nutshell, Mikhail is currently trying to become Moira's steady boyfriend, so he can invite her back to the Andreivich house, a 300 million dollar estate/compound on the eastern end of Long Island, for Christmas vacation, under the guise of meeting his 'family.' Of course, his 'family,' consisting of two 'parents' and a 'sister,' are all Russian operatives, none of them actual relatives by blood, marriage or otherwise. The were simply matched by their spy agency to suit the needs of the operation. Fortunately for us, they didn't match them by personality- the flare in tempers between Ivan and Exkaterina, Mikhail's pretend parents, have been very helpful to us.
But, unfortunately, that doesn’t help me deal with the surge of rage that I experience every time Mikhail tries to put his arm around Moira.
The only thing that has kept me from ripping Mikhail to shreds is because the timing wasn’t right. Not yet at least. Not without sabotaging everything.
So, I've had to take a more subtle approach- anything from the little things like picking his pocket so that he can't pay for dinner, or tripping him up on the sidewalk- nowhere as satisfying to me as punching him in the nose, but definitely things that help undermine his chances with Moira. Not too many girls are into dating accident-prone cheapskates, no matter how great a catch he pretends to be.
But when things go into the next phase, I won't be so well behaved. If that spy even comes near my girl with bad intent, he'll find himself beaten to a bloody pulp first.
And when the timing is really right, when all this is over, and I get to finally, officially meet her... damn there will be no holding back. Moira's mine, mine to protect, and... yeah, that... my shy, sweet, sheltered girl needs to be loved, and I'm going to do it right- the perfect mix of gentle and rough, giving her everything she needs to know who she belongs to-- forever.
Moira turns in her bed, and my entire being is laser focused on the screen... on her, her thin cotton tank top barely containing those gorgeous breasts as she rolls to her side.
I start to reach forward, and then stop myself. As much as I want to, now isn’t the time to think about that. No matter how incredible she looks, there is no way I can touch myself without being incredibly unprofessional and---
What the fuck is this? I'm staring at the computer in open mouth shock, seeing, but not quite comprehending, until she moves again.
Holy fuck! Yes, it really is happening- that is her arm moving under her blanket! Sweet fuck, my girl just made a very important self-discovery this morning, didn't she?
I'm supposed to go check in with the boss and give him a status report, but I can't- not when I can see that flicker of self awareness playing over her face, her lips quirking just so as her breath comes on more rapidly. Her face flushes, and I can feel what's going through her as she gasps, a surprised, startled, but very sensual gasp, as her hips jolt forward and her body shivers under her own touch.
I'm overwhelmed.
I let out a deep, primal roar as her movements become more frenzied, her body writhing under her own touch, my little innocent discovering her own pleasure.
Her lips form a perfect O, and I bellow loud enough to raise the dead.
This is the most perfect, beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I feel equal parts creepster and equal parts blessed to have gotten to share that moment with her.
Fully shared, apparently, as I realize that only one of my hands is on my laptop, and the other one is soaking wet. And sticky. Fuck, I must have come at the same time as her.
As wrong as it was to watch her, it feels even more wrong to leave her now- her face flashing signs of confusion, maybe even anguish, her innocent mind having to accept what she just did to herself.
I pressed my fingers to my mouth and then to the screen. “It's okay, angel,” I whispered to her, “you did good. And someday soon, you're going to do that for me again. Only there won't be a computer screen in between us.”
I stroke the outline of her hair on the screen, reluctant to say goodbye. But I don't have a choice. The quicker this operation ends, the sooner we can final
ly be with each other.
Its only a few more weeks until that bastard Mikhail convinces her to visit his family over Christmas.
This whole thing is about to blow up in his face, and its up to me to make sure that my angel isn't hurt.
Yeah, this is going to be a Christmas that no one ever forgets. But damned if I'm not going to be in complete torment until then.
Chapter 3
Lucas
“Step back, Lucas,” my boss growled. “We’ve got the hook baited for Andreivich, but he’s gonna back away if he gets the slightest whiff that this is a trap.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t like the bait you’re using,” I said.
“Really? My impression was that you liked the bait too much.”
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that it’s finally happened to you.”
“What has?”
“Falling for someone. I’d congratulate you, except she’s a key part of my investigation, and I can’t have you fucking her... or by extension, fucking my investigation. Which is, you know a matter of NATIONAL SECURITY, not a matter of you getting your rocks off.”
“Says the man who’s already fucked Exkaterina. Repeatedly.”
“Yeah, because I turned her with my magic cock. We don’t need you to turn Moira Lennox. Unlike her Uncle, the corrupt Midwestern Senator, she isn’t a Russian asset.”
“The idea of her getting close with Andreivich, with that sleazy spy- I could pulverize him just thinking about it.”
“Relax Romeo. You know we'll never let it get that far. But I do need her to date him long enough for him to invite her back to their Long Island compound for Christmas. And that’s not going to work out unless they are seriously dating.”
“And I’m supposed to just stand by and let that happen?”
“If you value your badge.”
“I do. But I also value her. I’m continuing to chaperone.”
“If you fuck this up...”