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  “I've already been doing a great job from the shadows.”

  Chapter 4

  Moira

  I know Michael is the kind of guy I’m supposed to date, and I’d be crazy not to- if I was taking one of those online quizzes, Michael would literally be an exact match.

  Except, life isn’t quite that neat, is it?

  Because apparently a guy who looks like he just stepped off a magazine cover isn’t what does it for me after all.

  Secretly, in my heart of hearts, I don’t want a man with impeccable clothes and outstanding personal grooming. I want a guy who grunts and holds me by the throat as he rips my clothes off. I don’t want a guy who holds my hand during a candlelight dinner, I want a guy who drags me outside and fucks me in the backseat. Or maybe just over the hood of the car. Maybe someone is even watching us as he makes me come hard, his seed filling me completely until it drips down my inner thighs. Some days when I think about this stuff, I even use the dirty, dirty words to describe our parts- his dick, his unprotected, throbbing cock, penetrating my tight virgin pussy.

  Yeah, I know. I have some pretty messed up fantasies. My panties are wet again, and I'm trying my best to keep from moaning. Some good girl I am. Somewhere along the way, my desires seem to have gotten a bit twisted.

  But, there’s no way my parents would ever let me marry a guy like my imaginary hero.

  They’re all about the Lennox family name, which is kind of funny, because I’m pretty sure that my Uncle, the famous Senator, is about to drag the whole family down with him. I mean, since when is it cool to spend all the major American holidays in Moscow? July 4th? Memorial Day? Veteran's Day? Even Flag Day? Why would an American Senator need to go to Russia anyway? Talk about a country that definitely is not our friend. Geez, shouldn't that be tipping my parents off that something really shady is going down with my Uncle? Where the heck are their morals these days?

  So, why not go for what I want? Why not put my needs ahead of theirs for the first time in my life?

  Well, for starters, I have no idea how to find a guy like that. As much as I feel like I can sense him around me, its not like he's coming over to my study cubicle in the university library, is he?

  And, then there’s problem number two- what do I do with a guy like that once I’ve found him? Because, despite my fantasies, I'm more than a little scared about what he’d want from me. I mean, I already know he’s going to want sex. And not in a polite, gentle kind of way. Rough and ready. And I have to say that the thought of a big, virile man throwing me down on the bed and having his sexy way with me has me both soaking wet and completely terrified.

  I’m a virgin. Not just a regular, had some boyfriends already, kind of virgin, but a virgin virgin. Home-schooled. Never dated. And up until two weeks ago, I'd never even touched myself.

  I guess I can see why touching myself is such a sin— once I started, I don’t seem to be able to stop. If I’m not more careful, I’m going to be the one to take my own maidenhead. Me, the girl who pledged to save herself until marriage.

  I’m going to earn myself a one way ticket to h- e- double hockey sticks if I keep this up.

  If I didn’t have these crazy, deviant fantasies of my guardian angel, my brutal protector, I’d probably be engaged to Michael by now instead of debating whether or not to go on dates with him.

  Which means I’m probably going to have to give Michael a fair chance to win me over.

  I’m going to have to say yes to that date he offered me. I’m going to have to try to turn myself back into the good little girl that I’m supposed to be. And I guess the way to do it is to become Micheal’s perfect girlfriend.

  Now, if I can only stop thinking about my brutally protective angel, and how he knows that I'm secretly a bad, bad girl. Already I can feel his large, strong, dominant hand coming down to spank my naked butt while I’m in the shower. Because he knows that a spanking isn’t just something I deserve, it’s something I need, something I crave from him.

  Sigh. It isn’t easy trying to be good. Especially not with dirty thoughts like these. And a pair of hands that have already started wandering to places that they definitely shouldn't be touching. Places pink and wet and so desperate for something more than my fingers.

  I can't help myself. I just can't get him out of my mind. Thank God he's imaginary. If he was real, I'd be in big, big trouble. The kind of filthy eff-ed up trouble that makes my thighs tremble with need.

  Chapter 5

  Moira

  Well, I did it. I went on another fancy date with Michel and I said all the right things. I even pretended to overlook the fact that he somehow managed to forget his wallet... again. Even if that was a pretty jerky move for the son of a billionaire.

  I even let him walk me to my dorm room and kiss me on my cheek this time.

  I don't think Michael was trying to come inside my room with me, but as he kissed my cheek, he put his hand on my doorknob, and somehow managed to accidentally get some kind of electric shock.

  As he was biting his lip and trying not to curse, he managed to guilt me into agreeing to another date. After all, even though my doorknob was absolutely fine when I touched it, I still felt bad that he'd somehow hurt himself.

  Well, I guess my parents would be proud that I'm going through with this.

  Yet, I’ve never been so glad to climb into bed on my own, so I can drift off to sleep thinking about a very different man, a man so virile, so potent that I can feel his energy all around me. God, what a dirty imagination I have!

  I felt a stab of guilt, but then I stop myself. It was just a date. I don’t owe Michael my soul or anything like that. It’s totally not cheating on him if I enjoy myself in the dark with an imaginary guy who is his exact opposite, right?

  Yeah, that didn’t sound too good, did it?

  But I’m already biting my pillow thinking about him, and how he’s grabbing my hips and coming up behind me, his manhood, his cock, big and thick and ready, and--

  Michael would surely be appalled by these dirty thoughts of mine. But then again, maybe not. Guys like him always look like upstanding pillars, but then it turns out they’ve got a mistress or two stashed in some fancy apartment near their office. That certainly seems to be a tradition for Lennox men. Lennox wives, even, smart, beautiful, accomplished women like my mom, are just supposed to pretend that the mistresses don’t exist.

  Michael is definitely the kind of guy who would take a mistress after we married. My dream guy would NEVER do that. My dream guy is the kind of over the top obsessive protective sexual beast that would be too busy satisfying my every possible sexual need to ever even think about another woman.

  Is it any wonder which of those guys makes me wet?

  And yet, I guess I’ll have to give myself to Michael, or another similar kind of guy, on my wedding night. After all, it’s hard to produce a dynasty without that.

  Darn it, it’s going to be so hard to get myself there with Michael. Especially since I can't shake the feeling that my dream guy is out there, maybe even close by. Almost as if all I have to do is reach out and touch him, and he's mine.

  But when I lift my hand, all I grab is air.

  Instead of coming, I sob into my pillow.

  Chapter 6

  Mikhail aka Michael

  Awful. That date with Moira Lennox was terrible. So far below my professional standards. If this went back to Moscow, I’m in deep shit.

  I've had a real string of bad luck with the Lennox girl- forgetting my wallet, again? I can't shake the feeling that maybe Natalia is playing games with me. Especially all those strange little accidents that I keep having? Is this all Natalia's way of warning me not to go to far with the Lennox girl? Fuck, Natalia knows that she's my one and only, but in the spy game, I don't have the option of avoiding fucking a target. Dammit, Natalia of all people should know that. I already have to worry about trying to keep Ivan's hands off of her. Playing at being the Andreivich family certainly isn't keeping anyo
ne's blood down.

  Unlike my Natalia, the Lennox girl is a cold fish. Frigid. Couldn't get even more than a kiss on the cheek from her. Moira Lennox’ll make a terrible lay. But it’s time to make the move that’s going to at least open up that possibility.

  Time for me to take on the role of heroic rescuer to turn things to my advantage- girls like her eat that shit up all the time. And it would put me back in alpha mode, instead of her thinking that I'm just some careless spoiled rich prince-y type who keeps having stupid little accidents.

  There’s some personal stuff that I need to extract from her dorm room to get to know more about her. I was planning on doing it during the day when she was in her classes, subtle, careful, meticulous- professionally done so she’d never know that her things had been rifled through. But, if I arrange for a more dramatic nighttime break in, I can have her clinging to me in no time. Hard to keep me out of her room if she's afraid to sleep alone, right?

  Chapter 7

  Lucas

  Watching Watching Mikhail try to woo Moira is painful for me, harder than serving in an active war zone. But at least she hasn’t let him into her dorm room. Not for his lack of trying though. He even staged some kind of break in to try to get her to faint in his arms or something. Fortunately, my girl is tougher than she looks, and she keeps a baseball bat my her dorm room door. The thug who Mikhail paid to grab her diary and some other stuff from my girl's panty drawer was NOT having a good time when my girl took a whack at him. Good to know- I only plan on running my dirty paws over her lacy lingerie when she's wearing it, not when they are supposed to be hidden in her dresser.

  Instead of Mikhail getting to play the hero, he stood there dumbfounded while my girl let off a hell of a lot of steam with that bat. Fuck, with a swing like that, she really should have taken up softball. Or golf.

  Well, my girl got herself a new room, and smart little thing, she got herself an upgrade- this one even has its own little kitchenette.

  Of course, I had to change around some wiring, but that was pretty easy, especially with the motivation of watching her in her new room.

  Its morning again, and right now, it’s just us, exactly the way I like it. Well, I’d like it more if we didn’t have a laptop screen between us, but y'know, there's National Security stuff and all that. Still, there’s something so nice and secure about watching her pad around her new room in slippers and pj’s, her pj pants slung low on those sexy wide hips of hers. God, she’s really a girl with something to grab onto, with an ass that was just made to fit my hands, my lap, my—

  Fuck. I try to block the filthy thought, but that’s the kind of thought that just snowballs, doesn’t it?

  I have to force myself to breathe normally.

  Moira has a naughty little smile on her face as she furtively looks around the room. It would make me instantly hard, if I wasn't already there. “You looking for trouble?” I ask her, even though I know she can’t hear me through my screen.

  Satisfied that she’s alone, she lifts something out of the cabinet.

  It’s a giant box of brightly colored, sugary cereal, the kind that kids throw tantrums over in the checkout line.

  And my baby just poured a huge serving into an oversized bowl.

  No milk, she’s taking it in dry, her naughty smile growing wider by the mouthful.

  Fuck, I just want to reach into that screen and pick her up and put her over my knee.

  Not because I think she deserves to be spanked for that, but because I can feel how badly she wants to be spanked for it.

  My good girl secretly wants to be a bad girl.

  And I know just how to handle bad girls.

  I’ve got a good firm hand and a good firm cock, and my balls are hard as rocks as I review all the ways I’d like to give them to her.

  My girl can have all the junk food she wants, but whenever I see her trying to be sneaky about it, I’ll know that’s her sign that she needs her luscious bottom attended to.

  And I intend to give it all the attention that my baby deserves. One leg over hers, she’s getting locked onto my lap and I’m not letting go until she comes. At least twice.

  Because my baby is definitely the type that can come from a spanking. I can see it in her eyes and her crooked little grin.

  She’ll be able to come from a spanking alone, no teasing required, but I’ll play with her anyway, because her pussy is going to be soaking wet, and because my fingers twitch just thinking about working their way inside her, taking her until she’s crying out to be fucked by my cock.

  My baby has needs and I intend to satisfy them over and over again. Hard, fast and unprotected, her virgin body yielding to my mind and my cock.

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  Chapter 8

  Moira

  “I’m beginning to wonder if this library might be haunted by the ghost of an angry librarian,” I said to Michael, who is wincing, rubbing the back of his head.

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” Michael said. “There’s no such things as ghosts.”

  “Well, how else do you explain that stack of books crashing down on you just as you leaned in to kiss me?”

  “Poor organization by the library staff. I should sue, of course,” he said, rubbing his head some more. “But I really wouldn’t want to go through the effort. I have better things to do with my time.”

  “Yeah? Like what?”

  “Like you,” Michael said, leaning in again, one hand on my shoulder, the other going to the bookcase to steady himself.

  But before his lips could even brush against mine, he screamed loudly, pulling his hand back from the shelf.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he shouted, clutching his hand.

  “Well, don’t just stand there,” Michael demanded, “pull the damn thing out!”

  “Pull what out?” I asked, perplexed.

  “The tack,” he bellowed. “I’m going to fucking kill whatever idiot it was who accidentally left tacks on that shelf.”

  I did what I could to help Michael bandage his hand, and then accompanied him to the campus health services building. The nurses shook their heads when they saw him- Micheal’s as regular a patient there as he is a regular date of mine.

  Needless to say, there wasn’t any hot and heavy make out session between us. Which was a huge relief. The thought of us kissing makes me feel nauseous.

  I let the nurse bandage him up, and said goodnight to him.

  No kissing, not even on the cheek tonight.

  Maybe I really do have a guardian angel after all.

  Chapter 9

  Lucas

  “That's a smug grin you've got on your face,” my boss said, chewing me out immediately. “So, it seems like Mikhail’s run of bad luck injuries just keeps coming?”

  “Funny how he’s got a string of bad luck every since he started going for Moira.”

  “Funny. Right. Cause I’m really laughing.”

  “You will once it’s all behind us.”

  “Which won’t happen if he starts to suspect that these accidents aren’t accidents.”

  “He won’t. He’s too focused on his mission. Although I wouldn’t mind if he starts to think of Moira as some kind of bad luck charm.”

  “Yeah, well I do mind. For the sake of America, you’re going to have to let Mikhail him take Moira home for Christmas.”

  “Over my--”

  “Yeah, it will be your dead body if you don’t cooperate. And I’ll put the bullet in you myself.”

  “Of all the lousy, no-good friends--”

  “Exactly. I’m a terrible friend. I'm willing to end you and a two decade long friendship if I can’t bring these Russians in. This fucking thing is bigger than your girl, Lucas. Fuck, it’s bigger than her uncle, the crooked Senator. This goes right to the--,” he lowered his voice. “You know right where this goes- same as every other Russian link we’ve come across. I don’t like knowing it, and I wish to God it wasn’t true, but we don’t have a choice. For the go
od of America, we’ve got to do our jobs. You go for the girl now, and you’ll be raising your kids in the fucking gulag, you get me?”

  “Geez, when you put it that way, you make me sound like an unpatriotic asshole.”

  My boss smiled. “I served with you for how many years before we both came over to the bureau? Your patriotism has never been in dispute. Just remind yourself to think with your brain and not with your dick, okay?”

  “It’s not just my dick. I really am in love with Moira.”

  “That’s great. And someday you might actually meet her. And if she doesn’t tase you and get a restraining order, then I’ll be happy to stand up and make a speech at your wedding. In the meantime, she has to agree to go with him to his Long Island compound for Christmas.”

  “I don’t like it,” I said, growling.

  “You don’t have to like it, you just have to let it happen.”

  “It isn’t happening without me there. No way I’m putting her in harm’s way. Slightest hint of danger and I’m extracting her.”

  “Fine.”

  “Fine? Just like that? No big warning speech?”

  “It wouldn’t do a damn bit of good anyway, would it? Besides, I’ve already taken care of your travel arrangements.”

  “So, that’s it, everything’s taken care of?”

  “Everything except your suit.”

  “My suit?”

  “The town’s having their annual Christmas parade. This year, we’ve managed to extend the parade route. Guess where it passes by?”

  “Boss, you’re a fucking genius.”

  “I know. Go get fitted for your costume.”

  Chapter 10

  Lucas

  I’ll say this- this town sure does take Christmas seriously.

  And thanks to a gift from an anonymous donor, the Santa parade is now running three times a day, all week long.