His Undercover Virgin

by Never, M.

  “I’m all yours.” She rests her palms on my chest and my heart pounds against my rib cage harder than a sledgehammer. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.

  “I’ll text you later.” I skim my teeth along her neck, reluctant to let her go.

  “That wouldn’t suck.” She laughs, and so do I.

  I watch, hiding my dismay, as Ash gathers her things and leaves. It was all too quick and now I’m all too lonely. And no closer to finding out who the ringleader is in the virgin auctions. I have a lot of work to do, and a small window of time to do it. I know my superiors will be breathing down my neck soon. They’ll want answers or want to pull the plug. Either way, this situation is temporary. I’m not a wealthy businessman; I’m a cop who barely has two nickels to rub together, who’s deceiving a woman he was only supposed to gain information from, not fall into bed with. And even though we haven’t technically slept together, I already feel an ownership over her that I have no business laying claim to.

  She isn’t mine, no matter what the paperwork says.

  And I’ll keep reminding myself of that until I actually believe it.

  Chapter Four

  It’s Thursday, and Ash is back in her rightful place—my arms. Well, in a way. At the moment I’m standing behind her, instructing her how to shoot a handgun.

  “Okay, take a breath, hold it then pull the trigger.” I brush my hands up her outstretched arms and let her have at it. She squeezes the trigger and the gun fires several times.

  “Holy shit.” She pauses.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah, just wow.”

  “Feel powerful, huh?”

  “Hell yeah.” She points the barrel at the target and fires away again. “I see why you like this so much.” She places the gun down and turns to me. Her face is bright and youthful and oh so beautiful. I love spending time with her, no matter what we’re doing.

  I push the button to retrieve her target. “Let’s see the damage.” I inspect the outlined silhouette of a man with rings around him. She didn’t even come close to the bullseye, but she did manage to hit his shoulder and abdomen. “Not bad for your first time, rookie.” I’m getting way too much enjoyment out of this.

  “Well, since you’re the expert, show me how it’s done,” she taunts.

  With pleasure.

  I may not be good at everything, but I can say with an air of arrogance, I’m a great shot.

  Ash steps back as I take my position. I hold up the .45 and without hesitation fire away. Eight rounds ring out consecutively, all hitting the target in the exact same spot. I exhale proudly as I spy my handiwork.

  “Whoa,” Ash voices as the target slides towards us.

  “X marks the spot.” The center of the target is blown to smithereens.

  “You’re not kidding.” She laughs buoyantly.

  “Ready to go again?” I reload her clip, loving every second of this.

  “Hell yeah.” She jumps in front of me, ready for round two.

  I step back and admire the woman standing before me. I drink her in from head to toe, appreciating the way her skintight jeans mold to her body, how her long black hair lies against her back, and her stance screams confidence.

  Is it possible to have the best week of your life built on pure deception?

  All I know is, when I’m with Ash, I have never felt more like myself. I have never felt freer or happier or more overprotective than I do right now. She’s getting under my skin, and I’m not doing a goddamn thing to stop it.

  * * *

  We aren’t back inside my fake apartment for more than five minutes before we start ripping each other’s clothes off. It’s been a hell of a day, but I’m so ready to make it a hell of a night, too. Ash seems to be in agreement as she rips my t-shirt over my head and attacks my chest with kisses.

  Jesus, she feels so damn good.

  It’s a frenzy of mouths and tongues and hands and moans. I can’t strip her naked fast enough, but once I do, it’s like a rush of oxygen to the brain. Ash completely bare and completely mine shifts my entire existence. She’s the epitome of a fantasy girl. My fantasy girl, and I get to put my hands and lips wherever the hell I damn well please.

  Lifting Ash into my arms, I walk us into the bedroom with our lips fused together and her legs locked around my waist. I search my brain frantically, trying to decide where I want to come. Inside her my subconscious hisses, but I beat that notion away. I can’t sleep with her. I can’t take her virginity. It wouldn’t be right. If there’s one moral code I cannot break, it’s that one. No matter how much I want her, no matter how much she wants me. I can’t take her virginity under a cloud of deception.

  If there is one thing Ash deserves, it’s honesty. Something real, something genuine. Not a cloud of lies creating a barrier.

  “Eli, I need you to touch me.” Her plea is so earnest, it resonates through my whole body.

  “You’ll never have to ask me twice.” I drop us onto the bed, the mattress bouncing from the force of our weight.

  My hands fly all over her naked form, massaging her breasts, plucking her nipples, grabbing her ass. We’re rubbing and grinding and writhing against each other until our skin is on fire and our need is flaring.

  Ash grabs my erection and squeezes, sending sensation flying though my nervous system.

  “Mmmmm, baby,” I groan, sucking one of her tight nipples into my mouth. Every night we spend together is more lust-filled and frenzied than the last. Our physical chemistry is off the fucking charts. A mix of water and liquid nitrogen, it’s explosive.

  “I want to eat you.” I roll to my back, flipping her on top of me. “Sit on my face.”

  Ash hesitates for just a beat, her breathing ragged, before crawling up the mattress and hovering her dewy slit right over my salivating mouth.

  I’m fucking starving, and the only thing that can satisfy my hunger is honeyed flesh and strawberry nectar.

  “Come all over me.” I growl as I swirl my tongue around her clit and eat at her pussy like it’s a cluster of grapes picked right off the vine. Ash rides my face as I suck up all sweetness that flows from between her legs.

  “Oh god, oh, fucking, god.” She grabs the headboard and bows her back as the sensations swirl. She has no fear, or insecurity, or hesitation. She just rides the jet stream of pleasure as she flies higher and higher. “You feel so fucking good.” She pants, her muscles tightening and her thighs spasming. I stab my tongue into her slick entrance and moan, adding the vibration to her building climax.

  “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” Ash’s voice elevates as her orgasm grabs hold. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” She jerks her hips, gaining as much friction from my mouth as she can. It’s like the heavens explode and a downpour of arousal drenches us both. I’m lightheaded and winded, but I can’t get enough. I lock my arms around her thighs and lick up every drop of her annihilative eruption.

  Ash hovers above me, tiny little whimpers and moans escaping into the night.

  “Eli,” she mewls, shoving her fingers into my hair. She needs me. I feel it. She’s broken, and she needs me to pick up the pieces. It’s an empowering feeling. I want her to need me. I want her to stay by my side, in my bed, and become a part of my life. Wake up, asshole, you’re dreaming, I chastise myself as I kiss up and down the swollen lips of her slit.

  “Oh, that feels good.” She sighs as her breathing regulates and her body relaxes.

  “I love making you feel good.” I continue to indulge in her, flattening my tongue against her pussy.

  “Mmmm,” is her soft response. She massages my head as I lick languidly, never getting enough. “I don’t want you to stop.”

  “I won’t,” I promise.

  “You need to come.”

  “We have all night.”

  “I don’t want to wait that long.”

  Well
neither do I, but all good things come to those who wait, no?

  Let’s hope.

  Ash shifts above me, urging me to release the death grip I have on her thighs. She then surprises me by turning one hundred and eighty degrees so she’s facing my outstretched body.

  She’s not going to...? Oh fuck, she is. Ash leans over and teases the head of my erection with her tongue.

  “Now we can both play.” She purrs as she swallows my cock. I instinctively growl, burying my face back between her legs. Little fucking minx, she has no idea what she does to me. Or does she?

  I pump my hips eagerly, my cock thickening by the second as she takes me in and out of her mouth, jerking me off as she goes.

  I moan and groan as my excitement builds, her warm wet mouth driving me fucking insane. I suck and lick and chew on her flesh as we ping pong pleasure back and forth. Smothering myself in Ash’s pussy, I rumble as the effects of ecstasy begin to derail me. My balls draw up, my stomach muscles tighten, and my spine tingles from tip to base right before I detonate. I never take my mouth off her as I come, using her taste, and feel of her body, to heighten the sensations. At the tail end of my orgasm Ash’s suction on my shaft becomes like a vacuum, her jaw tightening and her body shaking as she comes again. I stay with her through the quake, applying the pressure she needs to get her off.

  She collapses on top of me once the climax releases her. Resting her head on my thigh, she pants raggedly, her heartbeat a bass drum against my skin.

  Damn. I stare up at the ceiling in a fog, my breathing labored.

  If it’s this fucking good when we just fool around, what the hell would sex be like?

  I’ll never know, ’cause I won’t let it happen.

  “Baby, come here.” I tug on her body. I want to hold her. Ash pushes herself up and repositions her head on my chest. We’re both searing skin and depleted energy, but sated abundantly nonetheless.

  “I love the way you touch me.” She sighs in the darkness.

  “I love touching you.” I tighten my arms around her, and press a firm kiss on her head. She fits so perfectly against me. She fits so perfectly in my life.

  This is not your life, my subconscious sneers. This is not your apartment, you’re not a wealthy businessman, and you have no business creating a fantasy with a woman you can never have. Never permanently have.

  I stuff the thought away, wishing I could smother it with a pillow. This is all I really want, Ash, naked, in my arms every single night, telling me she loves the way I touch her. Telling me, that she straight up loves me.

  “Eli?” Ash’s sweet voice cuts through the stillness of the room.

  “Mmm?”

  “You okay?” She lifts her face to mine.

  “Of course, why do you ask?” I try to play it cool. Nothing to see here people, no agonizing man standing on an emotional ledge or anything. Move along.

  “I don’t know, you just felt far away for a minute.” She nuzzles her cheek against my chest, eyes fixated on me.

  “Nope.” I dust compulsive kisses against her soft lips. “I’m right here, right now, with you.”

  The only place I want to be.

  Chapter Five

  I’m no closer to uncovering Ash’s secrets and no closer to closing this case. I want to press her, but I don’t want to spook her. Our time is so precious and I’m trying to draw out every waking second. But the hourglass is depleting. I’ve decided what to do. Decided how to play this so everyone gets what they want. Especially me. I’m a selfish bastard, but that’s what Ash has turned me into. My obsession is growing with each passing day; I want her in my life, in bed, and in my heart indefinitely. I also want to keep her safe and keep my job while I figure out how to do that.

  I’m wildly overprotective of her. I’ve never been that way with a woman before. Not that I haven’t cared, but I’ve never wanted to rip a man’s eyes out for checking out my girl. Rage burned my esophagus last night as we walked through a restaurant. Ash was wearing a tight pair of jeans, an even tighter sweater, and high heel boots. She was a dark beauty floating through the crowd of white-linen covered tables, and as we approached ours, a middle-aged man mentally stripped Ash naked as we walked by. I saw all the perverse images playing out on his face, in his stare, and his smug smile. It took everything I had not to pick up his steak knife and stab out his beady eyes.

  She’s mine. Fucking mine, and I will challenge anyone who tries to take her away. Anyone who tries to harm her or disrespect her in any way.

  That’s ironic, jackass, ’cause you are going to do all those things and then some.

  I swallow the shards of glass my saliva has become as I watch Ash dress. We’ve spent every night together this week. She’s becoming a fixture. One I find it hard to live without.

  “When will you be back from your competition, again?” I ask as I lay in bed, a depression coming on because she’s leaving.

  “Tomorrow night. The team leaves tonight. It’s a four-hour drive. We need to get there, check into the hotel, practice and then get to bed early.” She dances around the room, gathering her shoes and purse.

  “Twenty-four hours seems like too long for you to be away from me.” I scoot to the edge of the mattress and grab her wrist.

  Ash smiles radiantly. “You’re a big boy, I think you’ll be able to handle it.” She leans down and delivers a heart-stopping kiss on my lips.

  “Mmm. Don’t stop.” I try to drag her back to bed.

  “I wish I didn’t have to, but I have to go, I’m going to be late, and I don’t feel like having my coach rip me a new one.”

  “I’d kill him if he did that.” And I’m dead serious.

  “Everything will be fine, if I leave now.” She hums sweetly. She’s so sweet, and feminine, and flowery, and kittenish. She’s perfection wrapped up in a wondrous package.

  “I’m not a fan of that option either.” Ash thinks I’m playing, but I’m not. I really, really don’t want her to go.

  I reflect on the way I’m acting, the way I’m feeling. Maybe a little separation will be good for us. I’m way too attached and my feelings are manifesting in the form of a jealous, insecure teenager.

  “I’ll call you tonight, and I promise I’ll come right over as soon as I get back.”

  “You’ll come in more than one sense of the word.” I leer.

  “You promise,” she toys.

  “Always.”

  Once Ash is gone, I drag my ass out of bed and convince myself a protein shake and a good long run is in order. I’ve been slacking on my workouts. Although, I consider, my heart pumps so hard when I’m fooling around with Ash I could count it as cardio. So maybe I haven’t been all that lazy, just getting my pulse rate up in other ways.

  I splash some cold water on my face and stare at myself in the mirror as the drops fall off my cheeks and nose. I look the same, thick dark hair buzzed on the sides, blue eyes fanned with black eyelashes, and sooty stubble on my prominent chin. But inside, I’m completely different. Full of something completely foreign, completely addictive, and nearly impossible to give up. I’m full of the affection I have for Ash. That woman has gotten under my skin, imbedded herself within me. A whole twenty-four hours without her? Excruciating. I’m turning into a fucking head case.

  I grab my phone and google the college she mentioned she was competing at tomorrow. How stalkerish would I look if I actually entertained the idea of heading down there and surprising her? A four-hour drive? I could make it in time to see her compete. You mean to spy on her? My subconscious hisses. No. To be with her. To make a gesture. To show her she’s more.

  Because Ash is so much more. She’s proved that in a minimal amount of time, and I’m hooked. I could have never prepared myself for the impact she would have. But here we are. Here I am, calling all in. Damning the consequences, ’cause any time with Ash, no matter
how fleeting or little, is worth the aftermath.

  I’m a fucking a head case, but a deliriously happy head case at that.

  * * *

  I sit way up in the stands of the gymnasium, away from the clusters of people and eyeline of the gymnasts. I don’t want Ash to know I’m here. Not right now. I want her to compete without any stress on her shoulders. Without her feeling added pressure knowing I’m here. I just watch in my own little bubble as she stretches and bounces, warming up for her first event. She’s dressed in a shiny blue one piece with white sleeves, her hair is pulled back into a tight bun on the top of her head, and her face is sparkly. She looks like a pretty little pixie.

  I hold my breath as she steps up to a pair of uneven bars. I’m not very versed in the world of gymnastics, but I’ve watched the Olympics; I have an idea of what goes on. She inhales deeply, raises her hands over her head to the judges and then is assisted onto the higher bar. She swings her legs, gaining momentum, beginning her intricate routine. She does revolutions around the high bar then swings down to the lower one in a fluid motion, where she does handstands and straddles. Ash is absolutely thrilling to watch. I find myself yelling as she nails her flips and sticks her dismount. A sudden twinge of pride pinches my chest. That’s my girl. That talented, beautiful, specimen of a woman belongs to me, and I realize then, there’s so much I don’t know about her. But I want to. I want to know everything. Be a part of all aspects of her life, and in return, she’ll be a part of all of mine.

  The day moves by quickly as I watch the busy mat, but Ash captivates all my attention when she competes. Twirling through the air on the vault, bouncing and flipping across the floor, and springing on the beam. I have thoroughly enjoyed watching her.

  Her team doesn’t win, but their performance was pretty impressive. I find myself looking forward to her next competition.

  As the gymnasium clears out, I wait for Ash outside the front door, I feel bad springing myself on her, but it seems like the only way. There wasn’t an opportunity to get close to her on the floor.