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  Just the two of us in this safe house, this cabin in the middle of nowhere- it’s almost magical.

  Like I can step outside myself and all my fears and just live in the moment, just enjoy being surrounded by this huge, amorous man.

  He kisses me again, a long, passionate kiss that goes all the way to my toes, scorching me as it makes its way down.

  His hands are busy now- things are getting unzipped and unbuttoned.

  “My beautiful virgin,” he growls possessively, and I freeze.

  “How do you know that I’m a virgin?” I ask.

  “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “Yes, but did you decide based on how I act, or did you--”

  He takes a deep breath. “I was assigned to you. That meant reading a file. It also meant that I... that I had to monitor you.”

  “Monitor me?” I don’t like the sound of this. “Exactly how close did you monitor me?”

  “As much as humanely possible. During times when I wasn’t watching you, you were still being recorded, and--”

  “And the camera or cameras, they only recorded me in public places, right?”

  He shook his head. “Standard protocol. I didn’t create it.”

  “So, you’ve seen me when I— and when I— oh God!” I can’t believe this. Just when I meet the guy I've been dreaming about, it turns out he’s been basically stalking me for work. And he’s seen me naked. And he’s seen me— oh, he has to have seen me those times when I— when my hands went exploring...

  My face is bright red, a mixture of anger and shame. How could he do this to me?

  I push him away. “I can’t. More than anything, I need someone I can trust. And you aren’t him.”

  “But Moira, my love, I--”

  But it’s too late- I run into the bedroom and slam the door, only to collapse into tears on the other side.

  There just aren’t any good, trustworthy guys out there, are they?

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  Chapter 16

  Lucas

  I fucked up big time. My sins coming home to roost. But I couldn’t lie to her. I could never lie to the girl I love.

  Except now I’ve blown my chance for her to love me back.

  Dammit, dammit, dammit.

  Chapter 17

  Moira

  I lean back against the bathroom door, tears streaming down my face. I close my eyes, but all I can see is Lucas, his roughly handsome face with that surprisingly tender look on it as he kissed me, even as his kisses got harder and rougher.

  That was the spark, wasn’t it? That feeling like I was zapped. That we both were. Still, watching me like that, stealthily, without my consent... it’s a lot to wrap my head around. What do I do? Give him a chance? But how can I do that without compromising whatever self esteem I have left?

  I shake my head. I want him. I want him more than I knew it was possible to want a man. And I don’t want to ever let go of him.

  But I’m also hurt by what he did. He did something he shouldn’t have, and I’m not going to just let him get away with that. All my life, I’ve been a little too meek, a little too good. And for what? So the Russians can try to kidnap me and turn me into some kind of sex slave? Or for the government guy to watch me while I-- while I-- touched myself. While I touched myself until I came.

  If only there was a way that I could—

  Wait! I just got a totally crazy light bulb moment. I can’t believe I’m going to suggest this, but, yeah, suddenly I’m feeling very brave.

  I open the door abruptly and stomp up to him.

  “So, you want me?” I ask.

  Lucas nods, his eyes wide, surprised by how direct I am. And no wonder- we both know me as a shy, innocent girl. Well, not for any longer.

  He reaches for me, but I push his hand back.

  “How can I trust you?” I ask him.

  “I don’t know how to prove it to you, I just know that I would never do anything to--”

  “To hurt me? Yes, but there are also things you can do to--,” I gulp but manage to force out my words— “when you watched me, did you seem me, um... were my arms moving at all when you were watching me?”

  He gets a tortured look on his face. “I should say no, but I can’t lie to you.”

  “I know what you saw me do. It was very vulnerable, intimate experience.”

  “Experiences,” he says, making it clear that he had watched me engage in multiple acts of pleasuring myself.

  “And are you sorry?”

  “Yes. And no. I’m sorry to have taken advantage of your privacy like that. But I’m glad that I got to share in those experiences. Those moments were— God,” he groaned, “you’re breathtaking.”

  I’m melting, and not just between my legs. But there’s something I still need from him. “Well, turnabout’s fair play, isn’t it?” I ask.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean now it’s my turn to watch you. Go on, take off what’s left of your clothes. And then I’m going to have you show me how you pleasure yourself.”

  “You want me to strip?” He asks.

  I nod. “Yes. You’ve seen me naked. You want me to trust you, it’s time you show me what kind of vulnerability lurks beneath the tough exterior.”

  “Fair enough,” he said, grabbing at his shirt.

  It was off in seconds.

  Did I think he was a solid wall of muscle before? Well, now I had my answer in the flesh- he was a wall of muscle all right, but a rippling wall of muscle- each section perfectly defined. He's absolutely stunning, in a rugged, brutal kind of way. He looks so rough and dangerous that I have to remind myself that he’s the good guy. Also, I have to close my jaw to keep from drooling. And there’s nothing I can do about the flood between my legs- my poor pussy is pulsing like mad, and he hasn’t even taken his pants off yet.

  “Not bad. But you’re still overdressed,” I tell him.

  He gives me the cockiest smirk. “Let’s just say that you’re in for a treat. Just try not to get scared.”

  “Scared? Why would I be— oh...”

  When he rescued me, I could feel that he had a powerful bulge in his jeans, but that still didn’t prepare me for the sight of his monster in all its glory.

  As soon as he undid his jeans, his cock aimed for freedom, pushing right through his boxers. It was both intimidating and awe inspiring at the same time. Huge. That was the only word to describe it. Or maybe freaking huge. Or... gulp... fucking huge.

  Clearly a tool meant for fucking. And given how hard he was, and the pearly liquid that was already coating his helmet, his cock was certainly primed for it.

  My pussy contracts in response- she obviously approves, even if my mind is still trying to figure out how that thing is going to fit inside of— okay, well somehow it will, but will I ever walk normally again afterward? That cock of his will split me right open. He’s across from me, yet I can already feel what it would be like- that long, thick beast pushing in, and me shouting like mad, with no one around to hear my cries, cries that I hope to be one of the sweetest pleasures.

  “Meet with your approval?” Lucas asked. His eyes are dark and dangerous. He already knows the answer to his question- my nipples are so tight and hard that I’m shocked they haven’t torn through my dress. But he hasn’t yet given me everything I need.

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  Chapter 18

  Lucas

  Between my time in the military and the Bureau, I’ve been in plenty of unusual situations. I just never expected to be in one like this, and with her.

  “You want me to, uh--”

  “Spank the monkey, or choke the chicken, or whatever it is that you call it.”

  “I call it jacking off, sweetheart. And I definitely don’t monkey around. You sure you want me to do this?”

  “You watched me. Now I get to watch you. You want me to trust you, don’t you?”

  Fuck, do I want her to trust me. I want her to do so mu
ch more than just trust me.

  I slide my hand up the base of my erection, her gaze tracking my actions. I can feel the heat coming off of her. Moira likes what she sees, that’s for sure.

  “To completion?” I ask, my thumb stroking over the small, open slit, taking my precum and using it to give myself a good lubing up.

  “You watched me climax,” she said.

  “Yes. But your climax was a bit more...self contained...whereas mine is literally going to be explosive.”

  Her eyes widen as she realizes what I’m talking about. And that’s when it really hits me just how innocent and untouched she is. My girl isn’t dumb, she’s just been really sheltered. So even though, scientifically, she seems to have some idea about male anatomy and anatomical reactions to self-pleasuring, she doesn’t seem to have done the complete calculations.

  “You’ve never see a cock before, have you?” I asked gently.

  She hesitates before answering, and then gives me the truth. “You’re my first.”

  “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to be. And there isn’t going to be a second, do you understand?”

  “And why not?”

  “Because my cock is going to ruin you for all other men. And of that isn’t enough, well I’m going to love you more than any other man ever could, both in bed and out. You and I are headed down the aisle sweetheart,” he says, pumping his cock faster.

  “Well, in that case, this is entirely appropriate,” she said, coming up behind me, her arm reaching across my front.

  The sound I make as her hand joins mine, is completely feral, her fingers brushing against my balls.

  This is going to get very interesting. If my heart doesn’t stop from shock.

  “I thought I was doing this myself.”

  “If we’re a team, then it’s the least I can do.”

  “The least, huh?”

  “Can’t wait to experience the most?”

  Chapter 19

  Moira

  Oh, God, I can’t believe Lucas is actually doing this. That I commanded him to... to touch himself and he’s actually doing this.

  And that my hands have now joined his.

  Can a person be embarrassed and proud and the same time? Because Lucas does seem kind of mortified to be exhibiting himself like this right now. But he also seems pretty darn proud of the monster that’s growing under his palms.

  Monster. There’s no other word for it. He’s huge and he knows it. Just staring at him makes me squeeze my thighs together in both anticipation and nervousness. And touching him like this- wow, wow, wow.

  Because I know exactly where he wants to put himself. And I also know that it’s not going to happen easily, even if I am currently dripping like mad for him.

  And I'm not the only one dripping. Droplets of pearly fluid are coming out of the top of Lucas's cock, making it look tantalizingly good to eat.

  Would it be giving in if I give it a taste?

  Maybe.

  But I'll still be the one in control.

  I move in front of him, and then I sink to my knees.

  Chapter 20

  Lucas

  I'm dead. Clearly one of those bullets being shot at me on the beach must have pierced my skull, because Moira's in front of me, her innocent little tongue swirling over the head of my cock, and I know that I've died and gone to heaven.

  And heaven is better than I ever could have imagined as she softly, slowly licks me up and down, lapping at me like a little kitten.

  Until she opens her mouth wider.

  If I was in heaven, I'm going to be thrown down to hell, because the words that are bellowing from my mouth are completely sacrilegious.

  I'm in her mouth, I'm in her throat and I'm home as I give Moira the dirtiest, most intimate drink a man can give a woman.

  And my little angel, the little minx, drinks it all down.

  If I wasn't already dead, I'd think Moira just killed me.

  And yet my cock is very much alive, and very much ready to do that all over again.

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  Chapter 21

  Lucas

  “Oh baby, you shouldn’t have done that,” I groan once I'm capable of speech.

  “Shouldn’t I? You liked it.”

  “Moira, I loved it. And I’ve been dreaming about that for months. But that was supposed to happen after I went down on you for hours, eating your virgin pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner, with brunch and linner thrown in as well.”

  “Linner?”

  “It never took off as an expression, but trust me, when I have you for linner, you’ll be very expressive. God, do you have any idea how delicious your scent is? That’s one of the many things that I couldn’t get full intel on through the laptop- just how wet and juicy and tasty you are. But I’ve waited long enough. Time to dive headfirst into this investigation. Spread those luscious thighs for me baby, this member of the deep state has a deep dive to do. Time for me to go to work.”

  “Work? I’m work?”

  “The best work there is. Completely indistinguishable from pleasure. And I’m going to work you over baby- I’m not just going to eat you seven ways to Sunday, I’m going to kiss you from head to toe and then back again. You ready for your toes to curl?”

  She smiles up at me. “Maybe.”

  “Maybe? Baby, I’m offering hours of pleasure- that’s a maybe?”

  “Oh, I want it, I want it so badly I’m blushing like mad. I’m a bad girl, for how bad I want you.”

  “Then what do I need to do for you to— oh -“

  “I’m a bad, bad girl,” she said wiggling her bottom. She takes my hand and slips it under her dress, right over her incredible full ass. “You have such large, firm hands. Hands that were just meant to--”

  “Baby, are you asking for what I think I’m asking?”

  She nodded. “I’ve been so naughty that I need you to take me over your knee for--”“You sure you’re a good girl,” I asked, pulling Moira onto my lap.

  She’s soft and warm, her curves nestling perfectly against me.

  I kiss her hard, tasting my own salt.

  Her eyes widening as I deepen the kiss. Every taste reminding me that she did exactly what I’d been dreaming about...

  “Yeah, I’m going to return the favor,” I said, growling into her open mouth. “I’m going to tongue you so deep you’re going to feel like you’re being fucked. Except my cock’s a lot bigger than that. But before we get there--”

  My hand goes to her full ass, and taps her there, not hard, just enough to signal what’s coming.

  She whimpers, squeezing her thighs together. Perfect. Her response couldn’t be better.

  “My good girl’s been up to some naughty things,” I said, trailing small, biting kisses down her throat. “What should I do with her?”

  My palm smacks against her bottom again, this time, just enough to sting. She needs to understand the game.

  She breathes out hard, but doesn’t attempt to move away. She puts her arms around my neck and pulls close for another kiss.

  Fuck, could we be any better together?

  Her lips are soft but needy, her desire in every mouthful.

  “That’s right baby, you know that I’ve got to give you this, don’t you?”

  I hate to move her arms, hate to reposition her at a moment like this, except I know that we both need to get to this part of we really want to get to the next level.

  She whimpers again as I set her over my knee, locking her in with my other leg, pulling down her sweet little panties, a wet mess of cotton and lace. Her scent goes right to my cock.

  “There are lots of bad guys out there, and I’m going to protect you from every last one of them,” I said, my hand on her hip, my fingers long enough to tickle her slightly.

  “That’s my job- I’m your protector. And lover. And enforcer. And spanker.” I said, letting her feel the full force of my hand.

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  Chapter 22

  Moira

  I screamed, loud, throaty, a totally uninhibited scream as his hand smacked hard against my upturned bottom.

  I knew it was coming, I just didn’t know I’d react that strongly. The sting was sharp, hot, but it was nothing as surprising as the wave of calm that washed over me.

  I felt completely and totally secure as he spanked me again.

  I didn’t have to ask for it— somehow he just knew that was what I wanted. Needed. Craved.

  “I’ve been such a bad girl,” I confessed to him. “But I guess you already know that if you’ve been watching me.”

  “Not half as bad as we can get you to be,” he growled, his hand smacking against my tender bottom.

  And being over his lap like this, feeling the way his cock is throbbing under me, like it’s tapping a code against my belly, I want to be very, very naughty. So naughty that he’ll always spank me until my poor bottom is good and hot, and so naughty that he’s going to do very bad things to me afterward.

  It hurts, but it hurts so goood, my body clenching with each powerful spank. I mewl with uninhibited pleasure as he takes complete control of my body.

  ***

  “Well, is my baby suitably spanked?” Lucas asks, pulling my panties back up over my stinging bottom as I return to earth.

  I smile. My butt aches in the most incredible way that makes me just want to rub my pussy all over him until I’m frenzied. “I think I’m ready for some linner.”

  “Baby, you are linner. And there’s no some involved. I’m going for all. I'm in love with you sweetheart. You’re the only one who needs convincing. And I’m definitely primed to do some top notch convincing.”

  “But how could you possibly fall in love with me through a computer screen?”

  “How could I not? You were the first person I saw when I woke up, and the last person I saw when I went to sleep. But more than that- you were who I dreamed about and who I spent my nights looking forward to seeing again. My sweet little princess in need of her prince.”