by King, Ann
“I really do want to marry you, Hannah.”
Hannah felt the blood drain from her face.
“You know that, don’t you?” he looked into her eyes, lowering his head. “Andre is not the marrying type and you know that too, don’t you?”
“So what? I’m with him now, Mr. Secret Agent.”
“That’s not funny.”
“Yeah, well you still haven’t told me what’s going on, yet.”
“I will in a moment. But first two things.”
“Two things?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, what two things do you want from me, Gustav?”
“I want to know if you still want to have your child in wedlock?”
“Yes. Of course, I do!” Why was he asking her that question now? Where was he going with this?
He nodded thoughtfully as he stroked his sexy stubble but said nothing to her answer. “Next question.”
“Yes,” Hannah murmured, waiting while her heart continued to palpitate. Was he going to ask her to marry her for real this time?
“Will you…do me the honor of allowing me to hold you again?”
Hannah’s jaw fell open. What an odd question to ask. “W-why?”
“Because I miss how you felt when we held that night by the lake under the moonlight. I think you do too.”
What was going on here? Was he stalling? Did he really miss their time together? What about his undercover ‘assignment’? Wasn’t that part of the act? Or was he really falling for her?
Oh, God! What a time to reveal how he felt about her now. First Andre, now Gustav!
Hannah felt her head spinning, reeling in confusion. She didn’t know if she was going or coming right now.
“Sure. For old time’s sake. We can hug.” Why she agreed to this she didn’t know but some part of her wanted to be held by Gustav again. She wanted to know that he hadn’t jilted her. That he hadn’t rejected her and that she was worthy of his love, his affection and his hand in marriage.
“Oh, God, Hannah. If we weren’t in Andre’s home right now, I’d take you. I’d make love you the way I had wanted to the day I met you. I’ve missed you,” his deep voice lowered into a silky bass as he groaned into her hair.
Gustav held onto Hannah and squeezed her tight and she’d felt his powerful energy moving through her entire body. His irresistible cologne scent was enticing and soothing.
He slid his strong hand down her lower back and she arched it and moaned. She couldn’t stop herself. Gustav’s electrical; attraction came back again. It was so…wrong.
She wanted to stop herself but she couldn’t. If Andre refused to marry her because he simply didn’t want to be married to anyone, why give up a chance at being Gustav’s wife?
“I was thinking about you last night, Hannah. God, I want you. I want to fuck you so badly it hurts,” he moaned as he pressed his hot, soft lips to her neck while his hands continued to caress her back with his soft sensuous strokes.
Fuck! This is insane!
Hannah felt moisture pool inside thighs but she soon realized that she was actually naked underneath her dressing gown and her sweet pussy juices would soon run down her legs.
This had to stop.
She had to pull away from Gustav before she did anything she would regret later.
The irony was that Gustav was still her groom to be. They hadn’t officially called anything off. They both had a marriage licence from the State of Nevada. As if he could read her mind, Gustav lifted her head to his and a smooth grin touched the corner of his lips. “You realize that a Marriage License is valid for one year from the date it is issued. That means that our marriage can be solemnized in the next ten months, I believe.”
“Gustav, I…” she was breathless and didn’t know what to say. She wanted reassurance. She wanted to see if there was anyway he was telling the truth. He taught her once how to tell if someone is being deceptive by the way they kissed.
Hannah didn’t know what got into her but she’d felt bold all of a sudden. She lifted her hands to his shoulders then slid her arms around his neck lowering his head to hers while his firm hands held her butt and gave it a good squeeze.
Ooh, that felt sinfully good.
Gustav slowly leaned in and tilted his head to the right. He soon lowered his lips to hers. She enjoyed the minty, freshness of his hot breath as they closed their eyes and sucked on each other’s lips.
Some men were expert fuckers and others, like Gustav should win an Olympic gold medal for the longest, most seductive, earth-shattering kiss. If only it were a sporting event.
His slid his hot wet tongue inside her lips and began teasing and twirling his tongue, causing ripples of delight to course through her veins. She moaned with ecstasy.
He then French kissed her so expertly and passionately from her earlobes to her chin and her neck, oh, the sensitive part of her neck. God, she missed how he could do that. His lips were like magic. They should be patented for the way he could design his seduction on a woman and make her come without even fucking her.
He continued to pleasure her with his lips and bit softly on her neck as she groaned in pleasure while his hands worked over her body sending her pulses racing like wild horses on a field.
“Oh, God!” Hannah cried out in delight as he did that thing to her with his tongue. His specialty. Gustav wrapped his soft lips around her tongue and sucked passionately alternating his speed from slow to quick. Hannah’s pussy pulsed hard and she felt her folds getting wetter and wetter. She wanted him inside her now. Then he explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue by thrusting it inside her mouth with small and large circular motion. God, how did he learn to fuck with his tongue?
She moaned into his mouth as his finger stroked, squeezed and caressed her tight nipple. Hannah’s legs weakened. Then he did it again.
Gustav groaned in pleasure as he darted his tongue in and out of her mouth fast then slow then fast and hard again as if having intercourse while his hands moved down her body and parted her gown sliding his fingers between her wet swollen folds. In and out. Fucking her mouth with his tongue and her tight wet vagina with his expert strong fingers.
Hannah writhed with pleasure against the counter as he continued to pleasure her. She could not resist his hard erection pressed against her belly and unzipped his pants and reached into his silk boxers. She’d never had the opportunity before to touch his dick and now was her chance. She was shocked at the full thickness and length of it. God, he was delicious. She ran her hands up and down his wet hard shaft as his pre come moistened her palms. Both groaned out in pleasure and before long Hannah came violently with his fingers thrusting her. Gustav bit down on her neck and growled as he came hard with a shudder. His hot milky come spilled on her hand.
Panting, they both held each other for a moment.
Oh, God! What have I done? I’ve made out with…my groom?
Then…
Dazed Hannah pulled away, panting. Dizzy with delight but fighting to keep her self under control.
“Too much, too soon?” Gustav leaned close to her handing her some paper towel he’d torn off from the counter. He tore some more off to clean himself up while his eyes remained fixed on Hannah, a smooth grin of satisfaction curved his moist lips.
She took the paper towel and began to dab herself and turned away from him so that she could dab between her legs. She knew that he wouldn’t let her out of his sight. He’d told her that when he’d entered the penthouse. She stumbled over to the sofa in the living area near the kitchen and sat down, still breathless. Trying to calm her nerves and slow her breathing down a notch.
What had gone through her mind?
Why had she caved in to Gustav like that? Well almost.
Because you still want him, Hannah!
She shook her head as if arguing with her inner psyche. No. I can’t. Oh, God! I don’t know what I want. She held her head in her hands while Gustav moved into the kitchen area to pour Hannah a
glass of water.
“Drink this. You’ll feel much better soon.”
She drank the cool water and it was like slippery ice down her throat, smooth and cooling. It brought the heat of her body down a notch to which she was thankful. Gustav seemed to study people very well. He missed nothing. Well almost.
She noticed his pants crotch area was not tented anymore. He could certainly turn off his emotions real quick. Andre would still be hard after they’d…come together.
She figured it was the nature of his line of business. Control your emotions. All secret service men had to have that kind of fierce level of control or it could be damaging to them if they didn’t. Must be nice to be able to train your body to switch the heat of arousal on and off like water from a tap.
Hannah could not believe it. Gustav made her come so pleasantly without even fucking her. She could have gone all the way and allowed him to penetrate her with his huge cock and regretted it later if and when Andre came back. But she couldn’t go all the way. She didn’t even know why she let herself get that far with Gustav.
Because he is still your groom. She tried to ignore the voice in her head but she couldn’t.
Gustav straightened his jacket and tie then glanced down at his watch as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. No emotion on his face. No clue as to what the hell could be going on in his mind after what just happened—or didn’t happen between them. “There is a lot that I have to discuss with you, Hannah,” he said, sounding more business-like. “About who you really are and what trouble you really are in. Some of it you may not believe but you have no choice. Remember truth is stranger than fiction.”
“No kidding,” she murmured, still breathless from that crazy-ass super kiss and orgasmic-inducing make-out session.
“Are you ready for the whole story?” he said in a low voice as he moved closer to her. Again, her body reacted to him as it did two months ago but that was all so crazy, she was with Andre now and that was that. She loved Andre with all her heart and soul and body. And not even her original sexy groom could change that. Or could he?
Chapter 2
After they’d had a chance to clean up in the bathroom, Hannah got around to dressing herself in proper attire.
Later Gustav had escorted Hannah over to the solarium in the suite since it was private and the windows were tinted in such a way that no one could possibly see inside.
They both sat there gazing at the morning sun and the beautiful skyline of Toronto, the clean, pretty city below with the glass high-rise luxury condos lining the large lakefront.
Hannah finally had her breakfast set out for her. Fluffy scrambled eggs, thin slices of bacon, juicy sausages, seasoned baked potato cubes coated with butter, fresh strawberries and three slices of orange on the plate. Earlier Andre had made certain that she’d have a hearty breakfast before flying back to New York. Yesterday she’d had the delicious fluffy pancakes with Canada’s famous Maple syrup and a touch of butter. It was scrumptious.
She couldn’t argue with the fact that she was taken care of there. Too bad she was a prisoner. First, a prisoner of love for Andre. Now, a prisoner of her jilted groom who happened to be an undercover service agent from her home country of Melipos. That was deadly.
“You know my full name,” Gustav said, his voice now more serious and chillingly smooth.
“Yes.”
“I don’t use Jason because I can’t stand the name. My old man gave it to me when I was born, but then he beat my mother to death when I was five and I hated everything about him since then.”
“Oh, God! Gustav, I’m sorry, I had no idea.”
Gustav took a swig of Molson beer from his glass as he propped his elbows on his knees looking out at the city below and the blue sky. Toronto seemed like such a calm, clean place for an escape. So neat. The people seemed overly polite. At least the ones they’d met.
“It wasn’t long before I became interested in bringing creeps like my biological father to justice.”
“You mean he got away with killing your mother?”
Gustav held his head down, his jaw clenched. “For a while,” he said with a chill in his voice. “You see my dad was some sort of…what do they call it…important person in society. A politician of sorts. Well, he had a lot of connections in all places and her death was ruled as accidental.” He took another swig of his drink but she could see the bitter expression on his lips.
Her heart went out for him. How awful that this should or could happen to him.
“So later on, after my father met…an unfortunate accident himself,” Gustav sighed, “ I went back to school, finished college. Got into Oxford in England and Harvard in Boston.”
“Wow. And you studied languages?”
“Political science, languages, and law.”
“Holy cow! Why didn’t you tell me this when we met?”
“Because I didn’t want to blow my cover or place you into more danger.”
“Okay, so you said that someone followed me from my country when I was a kid?”
He shook his head. “Not quite. I joined the secret service years ago and had some crazy and often dangerous assignments. But I soon learned that there were more corruption with the team I worked with than on the streets.”
“Oh?”
“So then I met up with an old ally of mine Mr. Barrington, some old rich gentleman who owned successful businesses in several countries. He was elected mayor of the capital by the counsel for a four-year term. But a family situation which we later announced as a medical emergency caused him to step down from office before his term was up.”
“Oh. And where do I fit in?”
“Well, he asked me to take on a private assignment for him seeing that I worked for him in security during his term. Politicians have the right to security for a lifetime after they have served. Kind of like the US president and his immediate family. In Melipos this honor extends to all politicians not just the top dogs.”
“Why you?” she asked incredulously. Hannah leaned forward pressing her elbows on her knees as she sat waiting for more as if she was being told a scary story by a campfire and she wanted to know how it would all end soon.
“Hannah,” Gustav’s voice was low and soft now. “There’s something you need to know. I’m going to tell you who you really are and what’s really going on but your life is in danger and that’s why I was sent here to…”
“Marry me?” she looked incredulous.
“Remember I had you tapped.”
“Yeah.”
“Right. So I knew about your plans with your friend there, Lucy, to go to some club to meet a guy and…”
“Oh, don’t bother…I know the story…” she whispered, her cheeks burning. She was sure they were crimson red now.
“Well, I showed up there too. Ahead of you and Lucy and made sure that I could make a play for you myself before some other creep got to you first.”
“And, well, it worked didn’t it?” she said, trying to hide the sorrow in her voice. There she was thinking she was desirable by some guy giving her the ‘look’ at the bar when he was sent there on purpose to hook up with her.
“That’s why I couldn’t…”
“Couldn’t what?” Hannah asked.
“I grew attracted to you, Hannah. I knew we had chances but I…It wasn’t part of the assignment. I couldn’t fuck you,” he said softly, his words sent a tingling chill inside her belly. Her sex pulsed momentarily.
“What? So that’s it then? I was just an assignment and you were instructed not to…sleep with me?” Hannah got up and paced, her arms folded tight across her chest. “So that’s it then, all this talk about wait until our wedding night?”
“Which you didn’t by the way,” he cocked a brow, his eyes following her as she paced.
“That’s not funny, Gustav. You were supposed to be some green card gig. Which brings me to…”
“No, that green card story was bogus. But it worked and seemed pract
ical. You needed a favor so why not be a guy who desperately needed a favor, too? I’ve seen it worked out many times before.”
“But you jilted me at the altar.”
“Because my cover was about to be exposed and you and I would have been in grave danger.”
“Oh,” Hannah combed her fingers through her hair, shaken. “So…so what if we had gotten married? Then what would have happened?” she asked not looking into his deep ocean blue eyes this time.
“I would have gone through with it as planned since it would be to my employer’s pleasing then I would give you the child you desired—only in wedlock of course, and then walked away out of your life, leaving you looking good in all of this.”
“You mean you would have faked your own death or something?”
He nodded, a sly smile curved his lips. Oh, those luscious full lips of his. “Something like that.”
Hannah was both terrified of him and fascinated by him at the same time. But her whole life was so screwed up right now. There’s a sex tape of her out there, somewhere, Andre was missing and God knew where, Gustav was back and telling her he’s a secret agent sent to protect her and get her away from America. Could her life get any more unreal than this?
“So what about this Barrington man? Is he my…my father?” she stuttered.
“No.”
For some reason, Hannah’s heart sank to her knees. She felt a hole in her soul. She was hoping that she could at least find her real father. Just to know him. Or maybe she didn’t want to know him since he left her mother before she was even born.
“Conrad Barrington, III is one nasty old, conniving, grumpy gaffe-prone ex-mayor and businessman who practically hates people. He is paranoid and doesn’t trust a soul and had way too high standards for his one son—who died tragically. An important thing to remember is that his son’s indiscretion with the servant in the household caused him to step down from politics.”
“Oh? So that’s why you’re helping him.”
“Right. Old Mr. B was elected mayor by the communal council of the Principality of Melipos and he can continue to receive service from our organization until the end. Of course, this is a personal favor to him from me.”
