Deadly Seduction (Romantic Secret Agents Series Book 2)

by Roxy Sinclaire

  His hands slid into her hair, carefully undoing it and letting the thick waves flow between his fingers. He took a careful fistful of her hair, tilting her head just so to get deeper into her mouth. She moaned, her body shivering against his, and he growled as he ravaged her mouth.

  There was no way he could go slow, he'd been kidding himself. He pulled away from the kiss, holding her eyes as he undid the buttons of his shirt, then the cuffs. She just stayed still watching him as he stripped, then helped him take his shirt off by pushing it off his shoulders, pressing close against him.

  After that, they fell into a frenzy, stripping each other as they stumbled over to the bed. When they were both naked, Mickey caught her around the waist, lifting her onto the bed and directing her to move to the middle. He kneed her thighs apart and knelt above her, pausing to take in his fill.

  She was beautiful like this, lying on her back with her hands splayed out by her head, face flushed and lips puffed from kissing. Her chest rising with every pant for breath, nipples peaked, with her thighs opened wide to accommodate him. She was practically laid out for his pleasure, and he couldn’t help but groan.

  There was a look of impatience in her eyes. If he had to be honest, he was feeling it too. But even though it had been a while for him, he wouldn’t just take her to take his own pleasure before he took care of hers. Besides, having her beneath him like this gave him a lot of ideas.

  He leaned down to kiss her lips again, but he was pulling back too soon, and she groaned her disappointment. But he slid his mouth down her neck, pausing to nibble on her collarbone, then down to her breasts. He cupped one in his palm, grinning to himself when he heard her gasp, taking the nipple between thumb and pointer finger and pinching lightly, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. Then he took the other nipple into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, then sucking lightly at the same time as he tugged her other nipple. Her back arched as she moaned, her body squirming against his and making him even more impatient.

  Mickey slid lower down her body, his hands holding her down by the hips as he kissed down her abdomen. Then his hands moved to the back of her thighs, holding her open for him, as he touched his mouth to where she most wanted him. She cried out, bucking against him, as he ran his tongue up her sex, once, then again, pressing the tip against her clit. He tightened his hands on her thighs to keep her still.

  He was barely holding back as it was, pleasuring her before he took his own. He pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit, took her in his mouth and sucked lightly, letting the sound of her moans roll through his body. Then he stiffened his tongue and slid it inside her, thrusting in and out, fucking her with his tongue.

  Laurie's body shuddered, her hands gripping onto his hair to keep him pressed against her. Having an idea, he moved one of his hands from her thigh to slide a finger into her, then two, thrusting both in time with his tongue as he used the fingers of his other hand to hold her open for him, rubbing her clit with his thumb. Then he circled his mouth around her clit again, adding a third finger and thrusting in and out as he sucked at her clit.

  His free hand slid up her body so he could pluck and roll her nipples between his fingers, holding her body down with his weight so she wouldn’t move around so much with her squirming. Her body shuddered again, hard, then she was convulsing around his fingers, crying out again as her body shuddered in orgasm.

  Then he was rising up, fitting his hips between her spread thighs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her sex. He wanted to thrust inside her body, bare, and take her that way. She would feel so much better around him that way, warm and wet, soft, and squeezing him tightly as he moved inside her body. Just thinking about it had his cock twitching.

  But it was too risky. He lurched to the side, reaching for his nightstand where he'd left a pack of condoms. He hadn't put them there with the intention of using them, at least not consciously. He ripped open the packet and slid the rubber down his straining erection before positioning at her entrance and sliding inside with one smooth thrust.

  He was all out of self-control, thrusting hard and fast once he was in her body, leaning down to kiss her, muffling her moans and cries with his mouth as he circled his arms around her waist, lifting her hips a little so he could reach deeper, grinding his hips hard against hers. His chest rumbled with a growl as he grew closer to his peak. He pulled away from her mouth to nip down her neck, then took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

  Her nails dug into his back, her legs gripping hard at his hips, then she was convulsing around him again, her smooth walls squeezing his cock tightly and making him groan. His hips stuttered, thrusting erratically as he came, their bodies rocking together until they were both calmed down.

  He slid a little to the side so he wouldn’t crush her. They were both still for a moment, each trying to catch their breath and come down from the orgasm. When his softened cock fell out of her, he reached between them, gripped the condom and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor beside his bed and rolling to his side, keeping his arms around her waist to take her with him so she was pressed against his chest. Laurie snuggled into him happily, and he curled his body around hers protectively.

  He had a moment while they were coming down from orgasm to wonder what he was doing. At first, he'd convinced himself that he was just seducing her to keep his in with Karl. It was the rationale he'd used to go along with this. But it occurred to him, that he could have just as easily played the gentleman and taken her home. The result wouldn’t have changed if he'd asked her out on another date. Slowly, the realization was starting to dawn on him, that he was really interested in her. Enough to go against his own self-proclaimed rules.

  It was trouble for him since he had to lie to her. Not to mention, no matter what progress he'd made, the case wasn’t anywhere near over. His part was just the gathering of evidence. The real investigation would take months to complete. It would be to the detriment of them both if they got too attached. He would have to lie to her through all of it.

  But he barely gave it much thought as he rolled her under him again, continuing their encounter through much of the night, taking his time to map out her body this time. They had sex three more times before dawn when he was finally exhausted. He pulled Laurie against him, curling around her body as he was drawn into sleep.

  Laurie was up a little longer, looking at Mickey's face as it relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut. She was used to mediocre sex, the few times she had a partner at all. She was completely blown away by this experience.

  They ended up falling asleep in each other's arms.

  Chapter 15

  Mickey woke up alone. He lay in bed a moment, confused. Hadn't Laurie been with him? So where…

  Suddenly, he bolted upright as something frightening occurred to him. There was no way he had dreamed up the time they'd had together. His body still ached from what they'd done over and over last night. So unless she'd left, she could have come across something he didn’t need her to. He threw himself out of bed, grabbing a pair of shorts and pulling them on, then leaving his room to go look for her.

  Laurie had gotten up before Mickey. It had been deliberate. When she woke up to see him still sleeping, she'd been planning to surprise him with breakfast—but, she had gotten curious.

  They had talked during their date, but Mickey had been mostly quiet about himself and his life. Because she didn’t want to ruin the mood, she didn’t pry. All she'd managed to get out of him was that he'd been in a long-term relationship before that ended badly because of his job, and his love of bikes that was as great as hers. Only he'd been to some official cyclist competitions, while Laurie just mostly did it for fun.

  So she had gotten curious, and peeked into a room on her way to the kitchen, only to freeze.

  Mickey discovered Laurie in the room where he had his surveillance gear set up. She stood still, in front of the window where he'd sat to watch both her and her brother. He wanted to curse
, out loud, but his breath was caught in his throat as he waited for her to blow up at him. It wasn’t as fast as he'd expected.

  "I wanted to surprise you," she murmured without turning around. "I wanted to make some breakfast and bring it up for you… but then this…" she whipped around, glaring hard at him, even as tears streamed down her reddening eyes. "You've been spying on us?"

  He winced and wished she'd have screamed at him instead of this quiet anger. Having a confrontation with Laurie this soon, with her angry and in tears, wasn’t in any of his plans. There was nothing he could say. The evidence was all laid out neatly. Even an idiot could be able to tell what had been going on in this room.

  Mickey had been stupid. He hadn't forgotten his job, no, but he'd allowed himself to put it aside. At the very least, he should have locked up anything he didn’t want getting found out. But because of his carelessness, they both found themselves in this situation. He could only imagine what Laurie must be feeling, probably betrayed.

  "Laurie…" his voice trailed off, because what exactly could he say in this situation? Nothing could make it better, and he wasn’t supposed to tell her the truth…

  "Just tell me what the hell all this is," she cut off whatever he'd wanted to say. "What was last night to you? Why are you doing all this? Or why you're even here."

  Dammit. There was no way he could keep her quiet about this. If he didn’t say anything, the look she had on her face made him think she'd either tell someone and create problems for him, or try and find out on her own. Either option was dangerous.

  "All right," he admitted, "yeah, I was spying. But I'm here for your brother, not you." Not entirely the truth, but it would probably devastate her that she was under suspicion of being an enemy of the government. "I work for the CIA. I was sent here because your brother hacked into your father's computer, and copied files he shouldn’t even know exist. They were basically secrets of the Pentagon, and it put a big target on his back. Laurie, your brother is currently the most wanted man in the US because of those files. If they get out, he might have just crippled national security trying to get back at his dad."

  She'd lost the angry stance. Instead, her face was twisted in horror as she took in his words. There was no way any of it could be true, though. Her idiot brother? The kid that was always lazing around, way too interested in sex and drugs even though he got more of one and relied on porn and his own hand for the other? Kept making a mess of her house and squawking about his privacy…

  Laurie had trouble believing any of it. Sure, he was a little good with computers, at least enough to get through her passwords. She knew her dad wasn’t all that okay with technology, so his computer would be the safest thing to crack. But could her father, a man that had instilled fear in her for as long as she could remember, really be stupid enough to leave information that sensitive behind such a flimsy password that her brother could crack it? Or had he just not expected it from someone inside his house, so he didn’t prepare for it, not like with the security he had all over the house.

  Mickey could see her struggling with herself, struggling not to believe him. He moved to a desk that held one of the computer monitors, reached inside a drawer and pulled out a phone. He had several of them, for several purposes, but he rarely used a personal one on the job. He dialed her father, assuming if she'd stayed this clueless, she hadn't talked with him yet. He handed her the phone.

  Laurie just watched the device as it rang, the dial tone stopping when the call was picked up. Then she slowly reached for the phone, snatching it from his hand, and holding it up to her ear.

  "Hello? Who is this?"

  She gasped, hearing her father's voice on the other end of the phone, eyes jumping to meet Mickey's. How did he have her father's number? There was no way Mickey knew her dad. Or had he sent him here without telling them because he was worried about the files that had been taken from his computer?

  Because Laurie could imagine how this would affect him. National secrets were stolen from him, and by his own son no less, inside his own home. It would be less humiliating if it had been a stranger that broke in and did it. Her father was too proud to not let something like this affect him.

  But there was no way he could have sent Mickey, then. He claimed to be from the CIA, and if that was true, then her dad probably couldn’t give him orders, not unless he got orders from people in his organization. Because the military and the CIA might have the same goals when it came to keeping the country safe, but they were essentially different organizations. She remembered her father explaining something like it a long time ago.

  "Hello?" her father's voice came again, only more irritated as he grew impatient.

  "Dad," she whispered. It was all that could make past the lump growing in her throat. She hadn't expected to talk to her father this soon, and she hadn't expected this would be the conversation they had when it finally happened.

  Really, she would have preferred to be kept out of it. Whatever was going on, it involved her father and her brother. So even though the security of the nation was at stake, it boiled down to her family having another spat. Her father should have thought his actions through and tried to find out what Karl had done instead of just throwing him out. Then he wouldn’t have gone to Laurie at all, and none of this would be happening to her.

  You also wouldn’t have met Mickey.

  But she shook the whimsical thought aside. Mickey had just admitted to being CIA, to being a spy sent after her and her brother. That meant that, in spite of the great time they'd had so far, it couldn’t continue.

  "Laurie?" her dad questioned, surprised. "I didn’t expect you. I don’t recognize the number… do you need something?"

  Laurie had a moment to take note of how her father sounded. He didn’t sound anything like the intimidating man she'd grown up with. For the first time in as long as she could remember, her father sounded tired. Her father was in his mid-fifties, he would be turning fifty-five that year, and he suddenly sounded every one of his years.

  "I've… been living with Karl, actually. He told me that you threw him out, but he wouldn’t tell me why." Her voice sounded lifeless, even to her. Because she suddenly knew, that Mickey couldn’t have been lying. Not if her father sounded like that. "I'm with a guy that claims to be CIA, telling me that Karl took files from your computer…"

  There was a short silence on the other end, and when her father sighed, she could hear her heart breaking.

  "It's true," he confirmed. "Your brother broke into my computer and through it, into Pentagon files. I didn’t know where he ran off to, but… I should have known."

  Tears were flowing down her face again. How could this be possible? Her brother… the most wanted man in the country? Doing something this stupid and dangerous, it had all been for the sake of his drugs, hadn't it? Or just to get back at their father, because he never lacked money. Whatever he wanted, their father always gave him. And this was the result of him getting spoiled to this degree.

  "When I offered to secure your machine for you, why did you keep refusing?" she berated her father. "I said I could do it so many times. Granted, I never expected something like this, but I could get into your computer easily, Dad, if you'd let me help even just a little then this…"

  Her voice trailed off as she broke down into quiet sobs. Her father sighed over the phone.

  "You may be right," he admitted. "I take full responsibility for what happened. The CIA didn’t tell me they had someone looking over the two of you, but I think it's the safest thing right now. There are a lot of people after your brother right now, a lot of them aren’t going to be nice people."

  Laurie could only listen, trying to take it all in.

  Once her father was off the phone, she handed it back to Mickey. He'd gotten closer, but her anger was completely gone now that she knew the story.

  "Laurie, I'm going to ask something of you. I know I don’t have the right to, but it's important."

  She sniffled and look
ed up at him cautiously. Just because she was better informed didn’t mean she suddenly had to trust him. "What."

  "Please help me prevent Karl from making the biggest mistake of his life by turning those papers over to his buddy Randy and the Russian mob. It's for the sake of the country, and your brother's head."

  "I…" she floundered, looking for what to say. There was no way she could be ready for this. "I'm too overwhelmed. I need some time to think things through. I promise I won't say anything to Karl about the trouble he's in, but I can't do more than that."

  They stood there, gazes held. Mickey raised a hand to her face, only to stop half way and let it drop. Laurie took a step back, turning her eyes away when pain showed on his face.

  "Is there a chance in hell of salvaging whatever is growing between us?"

  Perhaps she should have flat out told him, no, but then that wouldn’t be honest, would it? She'd felt with Mickey things she'd never felt with anyone she'd dated before, and it wasn’t just the amazing night they'd spent together. She looked away and walked around him.

  "It's too early and I'm hurt too bad to be able to tell."

  Chapter 16

  When Laurie got home, it was to find that Karl had gone from tearing apart his room to being desperate enough to actually clean it.

  She could hear the noise as soon as she stepped inside the house, and moved up the stairs out of curiosity than any desire to see her brother after everything she'd just learned. She was surprised to find plastic bags at his door, and even more when she peeked her head inside and saw him putting his stuff in order.