Double Agent

by J. P. Nicholas

  "Holy shit," he howls through his panting, as I enjoy every tremor of his aftershocks underneath me.

  With our bodies still connected, I trail kisses from his lips down to his right nipple, all before I tweak it with my tongue. Almost instantly, I can feel him harden inside of me. I laugh loudly. He furrows his brow.

  "What's so funny?"

  "You have the libido of a sixteen-year-old." He flashes me a coy boyish smile, his dimples making a surprise appearance. Don't remember those being there before.

  "Is that a bad thing?" I shake my head.

  "Not at all. Up for round two?" He chuckles.

  "You have to ask?"

  Chapter Fourteen

  Aaron

  I growl as Nicole wraps her delicate lips around my straining cock. She hums, the sound causing my dick to vibrate. What the hell did I do to deserve this woman? Nothing. I don't deserve her. And that is why I cherish her so. I fucked her over tonight, and she is still with me. Like this.

  This time, she took a chapter out of my book and used my tie to restrain my wrists above my head, asking me kindly not to move them. This is not going to be easy. I am used to being in control. But I'm up to try the alternative if she is the giver.

  She makes sure not to leave my balls hanging, using her hand to massage them as her mouth ingests all of me. Damn, this feels so fucking good. In a flurry of movement and passion, she has me on the verge of release.

  To my surprise, she stops, dislodges me from her throat, and runs upstairs. Not wasting a beat, I chase her up the stairs and find her lying on her back on my bed.

  "Take me. I want you to lose all control. Give in to your instincts." I look at her all bug-eyed.

  "Do you know what you're asking? Are you sure?" She nods, purposely biting the corner of her bottom lip. She knows how much that turns me on. Fuck it. If this is what she wants.

  For the first time in my life, I give in to all my carnal desires, embracing the animal within me. Without wasting a moment, I pounce onto the bed, resting my body on top of her as I ravenously lunge at her kiss-swollen lips.

  I suck on her succulent bottom lip, my vision blind with lust. Her cheeks turn ruddy with heat as a shiver of desire runs down my spine and into my pounding erection. She runs her tongue over my bottom lip, setting it ablaze.

  I cup both her breasts in my hands, slightly pinching the raspberry nipples between my fingers. She howls into my mouth, causing my dick to twitch ardently. My cock is so hard it's painful. But a good kind of pain. Her mouth breaks free from mine.

  "Fuck me, Aaron!" she screams at the top of her lungs, her voice breathy. I'm hanging onto her words with all my might, trying to keep some form of control or composure. Fuck it. I want her and I want her now.

  She raises her hips in the air toward me, letting me know exactly what she wants. And dammit, I'm going to give it to her. In a flurry, I wedge myself between her legs, causing her to shudder as I plunge my straining cock into her tender pussy. She whimpers with delight as I rock my hips back and forth.

  I gaze into her gorgeous brown eyes as she stares at me salaciously. I keep thrusting myself into her forcefully, each time significantly harder than the last. Am I hurting her? We appear to be on the same wavelength as she immediately answers my unspoken question.

  "Don't stop!"

  Those two simple words turn my blood to fire. I glance behind me just in time to see her toes curl—she is very close to coming undone. I feel her muscles tighten as they clench around me. With one more thrust, she howls as she erupts around my dick. I ride every one of her glorious aftershocks before submitting to one of my own.

  Still inside her, I collapse on top of her, both of us panting to catch our breath. Our breaths are sharp and shallow. As I look upon this gorgeous woman underneath me, I can't help but realize that I never want to let her go.

  When we both finally catch our breath, I exit her and walk over to my master bathroom. I wet a washcloth and stride back over to my perfect woman. She hums as I clean her most sensitive region. I return the washcloth to the bathroom, race back toward her, and jump back onto my bed.

  She reaches her hands up to my face and brushes the loose, sweaty strands of hair off my forehead. I grab her hand and kiss every one of her knuckles before I linger a kiss on the back of it.

  "Somebody's in a good mood." I laugh at her comment.

  "With you by my side, how can I not be?"

  I stretch my arm out across the bed, and Nicole uses this opportunity to rest her head on my chest as she nuzzles up to my side. Sweetest fucking thing ever.

  I can tell by the look in her eyes that something is on her mind, but I don't know if I should try to pry it out of her or not. I don't want to ruin this sweet, perfect moment by saying something stupid. I tend to sabotage good things with asshole comments. I can't risk that with her, so I remain silent.

  Nicole closes her eyes and drifts off into slumber. I use this opportunity to inhale her intoxicating scent…lilacs and strawberries.

  I yawn, reminding myself just how long of a day it has been. I would let myself fall asleep, but last time I did that, she was gone when I awoke. I don't want her to leave and disappear this time. And just like a boulder, the realization smacked me across the face. I love her.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Nicole

  I can feel his breath in his chest as it rises and falls. I lift my head ever so slightly, hoping not to disturb and wake him. I slowly slide off the bed and glance at him to make sure he is still asleep. He looks so peaceful in his slumber. So at ease, without a care in the world. Reminiscent of an angel.

  I wouldn't mind waking up next to him every morning. But that will never happen. Especially after I exploit his secrets to my boss in the hopes of getting the promotion I deserve anyway.

  That's when the questions of my own morality come sprawling back into my mind. Can I actually go through with this? Can I really destroy him just for my own selfish gain? Is this job worth it? There are always other jobs.

  Despite all the crap I tell him about proving that he cares for me, I know he does. His past lovers helped me see that. The real question is, does he care for me enough to cut the charade? And the answer to that was shown tonight. No, he doesn't.

  I can't help but think of all the ways my life would be different if he had chosen me instead of her tonight. For starters, I wouldn't be snooping around his penthouse so late at night. I would be famous…as what I'm not quite sure. His mistress? Another lover? Girlfriend? The latter sends tingles down my spine. That's what I want, isn't it? To ultimately be Mrs. Hunter.

  This realization gives me a wake-up call. It's as if a bucket of ice water was just poured over my head. I feel cold and exposed…and not because I'm tiptoeing around his house nude. It's not a physical naked, although in this case, that is true too, but an emotional naked. I think I'm falling in love with him.

  Is that even possible? I know everything about him that everybody else does. Well, other than the whole false engagement thing. Is it possible to love somebody that you barely know? I want to know him. Truly know him. And if he turns out to be the lying person I think he is, then I'll strike. But first, I need something to strike with.

  I can't help but wonder what would happen if I stick out this whole secret relationship thing until after the election. Would he dump Marcia for me? If so, would I be known as the bitch that wrecked their engagement? No matter which way I spin it, I'm the antagonist, not the victim.

  I walk into the office and immediately search the desk drawers for, well, anything. I skim through paper after paper, note after note. Nothing. Time to move on to one of the spare bedrooms.

  I make my way to the first of three. I check closets, mattresses, pillowcases, dressers, potted plants, and pretty much everything you can think of. Nothing.

  I give the same amount of effort to the next two rooms, only to get the same result. Nothing. I'm starting to think my mission is pointless.

  I walk into the
living room and sit on the sofa. I try to collect my thoughts. To think of anyplace that I could have missed. But even after racking my brain, I still come up with nothing. I get up and start to head toward the kitchen.

  "What are you doing?"

  The concern in his voice jolts me to my core. I turn around to see the worrisome gleam in his eyes. It tugs at my heartstrings.

  "I hope you're not leaving me again. I don't know if I can take watching you walk away from me a second time."

  And of all the ways for my body to react to his words…I fucking cry. My eyes gloss over, my vision blurs, and tears pour down my face. I am losing all control of my body. Even I have no frickin’ clue what is going on with me right now.

  Seeing my horrific breakdown, Aaron disappears into his bedroom. He comes back with a pair of boxers on and a robe in his hands. He stretches out his arm, offering it to me. Gratefully, I accept it, slip it on, and fasten it at the waist.

  Aaron sits on the couch and pats his lap, gesturing for me to sit on it. I obey his command and hop in his lap. He wraps me up in his warm embrace, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

  "What's wrong, babe?" For some reason, I decide to just tell him the truth. Not the whole truth, but a truth nonetheless.

  "I just don't see how this relationship ends well for me. With Marcia, the secrets, the lies, the campaign, it's all so overwhelming. I feel like I don't know you. I know your body, but I don't know you. And that scares the living shit out of me."

  Aaron lingers a quaint kiss on my forehead. I didn't realize I was freezing until the warmth of his lips warms me. He uses his thumb to dry my tears, clears his throat, and finally responds.

  "I chose Marcia tonight because I couldn't think of a scenario quickly enough to choose you and not let you become the Most Hated Woman in New York. I can't let that happen. When the sun comes up, I will call my team and have them devise a plan to get rid of her, so I can be all yours. In public. I want to show you off to the world."

  I feel like shit. Here I was, snooping around his house for incriminating evidence to destroy him when he wanted to choose me all along. The doubt in his words starts to creep in. What if he’s just saying that? What if those words are more lies? I quickly brush those thoughts aside. I want this to be true, so I let it be.

  "I grew up Upstate in Rochester. My father, as I already told you, is not a good man. He was unfaithful to his wife on many occasions. The most significant one being with their Colombian maid, Esmeralda Colon. Throughout my childhood, I always knew her as the maid. I was such an asshole to her. I would tell her to clean this and do that. I treated her like garbage. But like the wonderful person she was, she obeyed every order without even a snarl on her face. When I was thirteen, she grew very ill. She couldn't afford healthcare on the salary my father was paying her. I watched as she grew paler with each passing day. Then one day came when she didn't leave her chambers. I woke up and my room was just as messy as the day before. I marched to her room, prepared to scold her harshly. When I opened the door, I saw her resting in her bed. She looked so frail and weak. She beckoned me to her bedside. I don't know why I listened to her, but I did. I'm grateful that I did. She told me that my mother was barren and couldn't conceive a child. She told me that she was my mother and that I was born Emmanuel Colon. She said she couldn't afford to raise me so she gave me to my father. He renamed me Aaron Emmanuel Colon Hunter. I asked her why she hadn’t told me sooner. She said it was so I could have a better life, something she couldn't provide me. Those were her last words before she died in my arms. That is why I'm really running for office. To make sure that what happened to my mother doesn't happen to anybody else."

  I can see the tears forming in his eyes and the lump forming in his throat from the memories. I want to say something, anything that will help soothe his troubled mind. But I am speechless. Never in a million years did I expect him to open up to me like this. But I'm glad he did. This shows his true character, and not even his horrible reputation can take this away from him.

  Still speechless, I wrap my arms around him tightly and rest my head on his shoulder. When the words finally catch up to me, I lean upward toward his ear.

  "She would have been proud of you. I'm proud of you. Thank you for sharing that with me. I know how hard that must have been for you."

  Aaron buries his face in my shoulder. I have never seen this side of him before. So emotional and so vulnerable. I have a newfound respect for him.

  I run my hands through his hair and caress his cheek. I don't know what else to do. This is uncharted territory for me. I feel so frickin’ useless. He lifts up his head, giving me a good look at the somberness in his eyes. His eyes are usually so upbeat, colorful, and full of life. But now, they are dull, sad, and nearly lifeless. Saying it was depressing would be a huge understatement.

  I must find a way to cheer him up. Unfortunately, the only thing I know that cheers him up is sex. And I don't think leaning over and sucking his dick is appropriate right now.

  "Are you okay?" He nods.

  "I will be. It's just been a while since I've thought of her. Brought back all these feelings I've buried deep down. Let's go get some sleep. I'll be myself tomorrow morning, I promise."

  I hop off his lap. He follows my lead and hops off the couch. To my surprise, he grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers together. My heart skips a beat when I realize that he is holding my hand. We ascend the staircase hand-in-hand. I can't help but swoon at this cute moment we shared. Things just might be turning around for me.

  Aaron strips off his boxers, allowing my hungry eyes to enjoy all of him, and lays on the bed. To make things even, I disrobe myself and join him, resting my head on his chest, just like it was before.

  As I hear his heartbeat match mine, I realize that it's official…I love him.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Aaron

  I awoke to the sound of my phone vibrating against my nightstand. I made sure to put my phone on vibrate before I drifted off last night the first time, not wanting it to wake her up.

  To my satisfaction, she was still asleep on my bare chest. She was still here. Maybe she feels as much for me as I feel for her. But still, I can't risk saying it when she might not feel the same way. I should know for sure before I use the L-word.

  I check the caller-id to see that it is Delores. Shit. I can only imagine how much I’ve fucked up now. I answer the phone with a whisper, not wanting to wake Nicole.

  "Hello?" Delores doesn't pick up on my subtle hint and talks at her normally loud and obnoxious volume.

  "Why are you whispering?"

  "Because I don't want to wake my girlfriend." Delores squeals in excitement, still not taking the hint that she should whisper too.

  "Girlfriend? I never thought I'd ever hear you say that word. Holy shit! Now I owe Timothy fifty bucks." She peaked my interest.

  "For what?"

  "He saw some girl leaving your apartment at five o'clock the other day and said he had a feeling that one was special. I bet him fifty bucks he was wrong. Dammit!" I suppress a laugh.

  "Can you be quieter, please?" She finally takes the hint and whispers too.

  "Oh, shit. Sorry." I check on Nicole.

  "No worries, she's still asleep. So why the wake-up call, Delores? How much did my speech fuck things up this time?"

  "Actually, it made things better."

  "What? How?"

  "Turns out, the announcement of your wedding made people feel like this is real."

  "No shit?"

  "Real shit. Now, I know you want to change that. I’ve been discussing it at length with my team. We all feel that you should say she cheated on you. That way, people will sympathize with you and it won't reflect negatively on your sleeping beauty."

  "Oh, I called my accountant and arranged to pay her ten million dollars to go away and never come back. She will hopefully accept my generous offer. After all, she did keep her end of the bargain. Can't fault her because I changed my m
ind."

  "Very noble of you. And good thinking. So, when is the wedding?" I cannot suppress the chuckle the exudes from me, but I try to muffle it by placing my hand over my mouth.

  "Somebody is jumping to conclusions. Don't worry, Delores. You will be the first to know the date if there is one. You know you are like a mother to me." I can hear her getting choked up through the phone.

  "Stop it, Aaron. You're gonna make me cry and it’s only Tuesday."

  "Well, if that's everything. Goodbye, Delores."

  "Goodbye."

  I hang up the phone and place it back on the nightstand. Nicole shifts her position to my stomach, just a few inches away from Mr. Wood, who salutes her with all his glory. That is not the first thing I want her to see when she wakes up; it would give her the wrong impression. I'm not just interested in sex with her, although that's fucking fantastic; I'm also interested in just her.

  I wiggle my body back and forth slowly, trying to bring her head back up to my chest without waking her. It takes a good while, but eventually, I succeed in my quest.

  A yawn escapes her lips as she turns on her side and looks me in my eyes.

  "Good morning, gorgeous. Have a good night’s sleep?" My voice still sounds groggy from last night's sleep. Nicole smiles at me, making this sweet moment even better. Damn. I've really fallen hard, haven't I? Who would have thought this day would ever come? Not me, that's for damn sure!

  "Good morning." Nicole places her lips on my bare chest and pecks my sternum. My dick twitches with excitement. Down, boy. It's not happening. I glance at my alarm clock to check the time.

  "I'm gonna start cooking breakfast. You might want to throw on one of my shirts. My stylist will be here any minute, and he's never late. Ever."

  I watch in pure enjoyment as Nicole slides off my bed and walks toward my closet, her stride making her ass jiggle with each step. My hard-on throbs, begging me to put it out of its misery. Sorry, boy, not going to happen. You had more than your fair share last night.