Kiss Kiss

by Various Authors

  Garrett stared slack-jawed at Parker as she stood by the edge of the pool in her pink string bikini. Her full breasts spilled beautifully out of the small triangles that held them in place. He let his eyes linger over her well-toned abs and the minuscule pink bottom that was tied low on her hips.

  As Parker dove into the pool and swam towards him under the water, Garrett wondered just how long his self-control would last.

  Parker surfaced a few feet in front of Garrett and decided to play with fire. After all, they were supposed to be a happily married couple. She was wound up from the range of emotions bombarding her and her inability to let them out in the middle of an assignment. She needed an outlet for her frustrations.

  Garrett watched as Parker swam the rest of the way towards him, closing the last bit of distance by placing her hands on his shoulders and pulling her body up so that every inch of it slid against the front of him.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and leaned down to lick a drop of water off of the side of his neck.

  "What are you doing?" Garrett growled quietly as he squeezed his hands into fists on the edge of the pool while Parker did magical things with her tongue by his ear.

  "Just playing the part, sweetie," she said through clenched teeth. "There are sixteen sets of eyes on us right now, not to mention the four video cameras I counted on the way out."

  Garrett casually looked around the pool, mentally cursing himself for not being on the ball. He noticed one guard by the door when he first came out, but now that really looked, he found the rest. Garrett immediately lost focus as Parker shifted against him. He could feel every inch of her wet body pressed into his. Her hardened nipples rubbed against his chest every time she took a breath, and the heat from between her legs radiated against his stomach even through the chilled water.

  Garrett realized that Parker came out to play the part, and play it well, so he threw in the towel and followed her lead. He would do anything to touch her and be close to her, even if it meant putting on a show.

  He unclenched his fists while she was busy molding her body to his, sunk his hands in the water, and wrapped them around each of her knees locked against his sides.

  The heat from Garrett's hands startled Parker, and she figured playtime was over. She waited for him to remove her legs from around him. It was one thing to engage in a little sexual gratification in the bedroom for the purpose of those listening in, but she figured Mr. Military wasn't too keen on doing it out in the open where people were blatantly watching them.

  Parker started to pull away but Garrett slid his hands up the sides of her thighs as his fingers reached the edge of her bikini bottom. He slid them underneath and cupped her bare ass.

  Garrett tried not to groan as he kneaded her soft flesh and pulled her harder against his stomach.

  Parker's breath hitched and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

  “What are you doing?” Parker whispered, throwing Garrett’s earlier question back at him.

  He took one hand out of her bikini bottom and ran his palm over the top of her thigh and down the inside that rested against his abs, letting his thumb skim the crease where her thigh connected with her hip.

  "Like you said, there are lots eyes on us now," Garrett whispered as his thumb toyed with the edge of the material between her legs.

  "This bathing suit looks great on you, hon," Garrett said a little louder as he dipped his head down and kissed Parker's shoulder.

  "Thanks, sweetie, I picked it out just for you," Parker said with a fake smile aimed at the guard who wasn't trying to hide the fact that he was staring at them.

  Garrett nipped at her skin as he made his way up the side of her neck and concentrated on the soft spot just below Parker's ear.

  She did not like the fact that he suddenly had the upper hand, and she was seconds away from telling him to just take her against the side of the pool. Parker took control again, sliding her hand around Garrett’s shoulder and down the wet, muscled planes of his chest until she sunk her hand under the water and reached the waistband of his swimming trunks.

  Garrett’s lips stilled against her neck, halting the movement of his fingers that were grazing her inner thigh, and he held his breath. Parker’s fingers dipped into the edge of his shorts and paused. They may both be playing a game right now, but Garrett knew she didn’t have the guts to take it further, no matter how much the hardness in his shorts wanted her to.

  Parker’s fingers teased through the thin line of hair that started right below his belly button. She felt him tense against her and couldn’t stop herself from following the trail down further. She pushed her entire hand into his shorts, flattening her palm against him until her hand found the base and her fingers wrapped around him.

  Parker had felt him straining behind her last night in the dark under the covers. She’d felt his hard length sliding against her, but nothing prepared her for the feel of him in her hand. Garrett was full and hard and the skin was so soft she wanted to run her tongue along it to feel the silky smoothness of it in her mouth.

  Since that was impossible in a pool, she squeezed her hand around him and slowly moved up his length so she could stroke him instead.

  “Jesus…fuck…” Garrett sputtered against her neck. Parker’s small, soft hand working its way up him made his head spin. When she got to the top and slid her palm up and over the swollen head and rubbed her thumb along the underside right beneath the ridge, he bucked his hips into her.

  Garrett knew, as she ran her thumb back and forth over that sensitive spot, it wouldn’t take long for him to explode. He concentrated on his surroundings instead of what her hand was doing to him.

  “We shouldn’t do this out here, hon,” Garrett said loudly as he pulled his face away from Parker’s neck and looked at her.

  She had an eyebrow raised and a look of pure control on her face as she wrapped her hand back around his length and held firm as she slid her hand down to the base, only to bring it right back up again. Parker pumped his shaft repeatedly, enjoying the look on Garrett’s face. He was trying so hard to stay in character, but she could see how difficult it was for him.

  “Oh, come on, baby,” Parker cooed with a raised voice. “This is supposed to be our honeymoon.”

  Garrett had enough of Parker’s wife act. He didn’t want to listen to the fake sweetness or see the phony smile or hear the pretend sighs. He wanted her real and needed to see her stop pretending, even if it was only for a moment.

  He quickly reached into his shorts and grabbed her wrist, yanking it away. The cold pool water shocked him as the heat from her hand was removed. He twisted her arm and wrapped it behind her back, holding it secure as he began walking them through the water to the other side of the pool.

  Parker looked at him in confusion, and Garrett liked the fact that she was the one perplexed at the moment.

  “Just moving us somewhere a little more private, baby,” Garrett said as he kept his eyes on her and glided them through the water to the spot he’d zeroed in on the moment Parker had pushed her hand into his shorts.

  A waterfall spilled down over the top of a huge stone formation that resembled a cave, directly across from where they had been. Garrett walked them right through the wall of water and laughed at the shocked expression on Parker’s face once they came through on the other side, enclosed behind the waterfall and under the stone structure.

  Garrett let go of her arm that he’d been holding behind her back, so she could push the water and hair out of her face. Parker’s legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist and Garrett’s hand was still under her suit, clutching her ass. He wrapped his other arm around her back and moved them to the wall of the cave.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Parker hissed as she wiped water from her eyes and felt her back press up against the damp, cold stone wall.

  “Finding us some privacy,” Garrett stated as he slid his wet hand up her spine to cup the back of
her neck.

  Parker had no idea what Garrett was doing, unless he wanted to talk without the guards looking at them. She quickly glanced around the cave, figuring there weren’t any listening devices in here because it was too wet. Drops of water fell from the ceiling and the spray from the waterfall misted over everything.

  Garrett’s hand trailed around to the front of Parker’s neck until it rested directly over her heart. He felt the beat pick up beneath his palm as he stared at his hand.

  “This bathing suit looks amazing on you.”

  Parker rolled her eyes at Garrett and his need to stay in character when they were under a God damn waterfall in the middle of a cave. She hated the act he was putting on, even though it was necessary when they were being watched or listened to. Fake Garrett confused her and made her imagine things that weren’t really happening between them. It put her on edge and she hated it. She needed her Garrett to make her feel grounded. This job was screwing with her mind. And her heart.

  “Jesus, Garrett. Cut it out. No one can hear you right now,” she said irritably.

  Garrett’s eyes flashed up to hers and the look he gave her made the breath whoosh from her lungs. She’d seen him pissed before, but this was different. This was more, so much more. It made the familiar ache between her legs tingle to the surface and her nipples harden with need.

  “I don’t give a fuck who can hear us,” Garrett said angrily. “This one’s for me.”

  Garrett slid his hand down over top of her breast, pulling the soaked triangle of fabric away with his fingers as he went, pushing the material under the curve to hold it in place. Her pale pink nipple came into view, and Garrett forgot everything around him but Parker and swooped down, wrapping his mouth around it and pulling the tender bud into his mouth.

  Parker’s back arched, pushing Garrett’s mouth harder against her as she cried out from the shock of Garrett’s actions and the pleasure that shot right to her core as he sucked and laved his tongue over and around her nipple.

  Her hands flew to the back of his head and held him in place. His hands pushed her body down lower so his erection nestled against her core. Parker immediately pushed her hips and moved against his hardness. Garrett clutched her and slid the lower half of her body up and down his length under the water, thrusting his hips up to push against her harder.

  The air was filled with Parker's moans and the sounds of water crashing around them. Garrett pulled his mouth away from Parker’s nipple and kissed his way up her chest and neck. Parker didn’t waste any time taking what she wanted. She pulled his head away from her neck and connected her mouth with his, immediately slipping her tongue past his lips.

  Garrett forgot every reason why he shouldn’t be doing that right then and let Parker’s body and mouth make his decisions for him. Her tongue swirled around his, and he sucked it further into his mouth, gliding one hand through the water and around between her legs, sliding his fingers up the thin fabric that covered her.

  He could feel her heat even through the water and didn’t hesitate to push the bikini bottoms to the side and sink two of his fingers deep inside of her.

  Parker’s hips bucked against Garrett’s hand, and she whimpered into his mouth as she deepened the kiss. He pushed and pulled his fingers out of her harder and faster until the sound of his arm splashing through the water echoed off of the walls around them. Her thighs tightened around his waist, and she locked her ankles behind him, her heels digging into him she pulled her body into his hand.

  While Garrett continued to work his fingers deep inside of her, Parker slid her hand between them, dipping it under the water to pull the elastic of his trunks away from his stomach, pushing it down to free him. She slid her thighs lower on his hips until she felt his hardness pressing against the inside of her leg. Without ending the kiss, Parker pulled Garrett’s hand away from her pulsing center, wrapped her hand around his length, and moved it between her legs, pressing herself against the base of his cock.

  Parker’s folds wrapped around Garrett, and it was his turn to moan into her mouth. He held perfectly still, not wanting the moment to end, but at the same time, bracing himself for the onslaught of guilt he was sure to feel at any moment. He shouldn’t be enjoying Parker’s body that way and jeopardizing their assignment by ignoring their surroundings and focusing on how soft and warm her she felt wrapped around his length. He shouldn’t be wondering if she would object to him lifting her hips and positioning his head at her opening so he could slam into her.

  As Parker continued sliding herself against him, letting her warmth caresses him while her tongue explored his mouth, Garrett forgot to care about his actions being unprofessional and the multitude of reasons why it was a bad idea. Even in the water, Garrett felt her wetness coating him, making it easier for her to glide her sex over him. He pulled his hips back slightly so the ridge around the head of his cock rubbed against her clit, and then pushed forward to slide through her again.

  Garrett braced a hand on the wall next to Parker’s head and started pumping his hips faster and harder, slipping through her throbbing sex, but not entering, while she matched his rhythm. Regardless of the doubts and the reasons why not, she felt too good against him to stop. The low ceiling curved right over Parker’s head and her hand smacked on the stone above her to hold herself in place while she rocked against Garrett. She pushed hard with her hand so her body was held tight against Garrett as he continued to slide the tip of his cock back and forth against her. The feel of the soft, smooth skin of Garrett’s hardness moving against her was too much and not enough, all at the same time.

  She felt the familiar coil deep in her belly and the whimpers and moans she made against Garrett’s mouth let him know she was close. He felt his own orgasm building and tighten inside him and wanted more than anything to pull back and thrust into her heat so he could come deep inside her. Garrett wouldn’t allow himself that much freedom with her so this would have to do.

  With a few more passes, Parker erupted around him, throwing her head back and letting her shouts echo in the cave as she rocked and pulsed against him.

  Garrett was flooded with her warm wetness and as she pushed herself harder against his erection, the water splashing around her body as she thrust her hips. He knew he was all done.

  “Uunnngg…fuck,” Garrett shouted against the wet skin of Parker’s neck as she slid up to the tip of his cock. The heat of her opening pressed against the sensitive head, and he came hard, using every ounce of his willpower not to push inside her as he throbbed between her legs.

  His body jerked with the force of his orgasm, and Parker slid one more time down his length, holding herself against the base of him as they collapsed against each other, panting heavily.

  Parker didn’t have time to wonder what in the world had got into Garrett or to enjoy the fact that maybe they were finally moving to a place where they could be real with each other and not be consumed with guilt and memories. The moment was cut short by a voice on the other side of the waterfall.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Miller, I’m sorry to disturb you, but the President has arrived and asked if you would join him for a late lunch instead of dinner.”

  Parker and Garrett didn’t move, their foreheads locked together and both of them glancing down beneath the water where their bodies were still touching.

  “He would like for me to inform you that he will conduct the interview you desire immediately after lunch.”

  The faint sound of footsteps walking away prompted them to start breathing again. Parker finally let her hand drop from its firm hold of the ceiling and pulled back to look at Garrett. She knew immediately that their moment was over by the embarrassment covering his face and the fact that he wouldn’t look her in the eyes.

  Parker unwound her legs from around his waist and pushed herself away from him, refusing to watch him put his precious wall back in place or say something to belittle what had just happened between them. She quickly adjusted her bathing suit, pulling it
back into place and covering herself from his view. She turned and swam away from him, making sure she was the one with the last word this time and paying him back for his quick retreat out of bed and away from her the night before.

  “I’m going to take a shower,” she yelled over her shoulder as she moved through the water. “I’ll meet you at lunch.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Parker showered and dressed for lunch, leaving the room before Garrett got back. It was better this way: no awkward silences, no attempt at strained conversation, no need for her heart to crack a little more because of what she’d done, what she’d given that hadn’t been returned. The black three-quarter sleeved wrap dress she wore looked like something she’d wear to a funeral, which was fitting, given her mood.

  She exited the room and smiled at the guard standing in the hallway, her black, peep-toed Jimmy Choo heels clicking on the marble floor as she walked. She’d been there almost twenty-four hours and hadn’t even thought to look around. She was losing her touch and forgetting her training all because of one man.

  Parker didn’t figure she’d find anything or gain access into any room that might have information that would help them, but she couldn’t just sit around and do nothing.

  She wandered along every floor of the palace, walking at a casual pace and pretending like she was checking out the artwork on the walls as she went. Parker wasn’t stupid enough to reach out and turn the handle on any of the closed doors, knowing full well that she’d be seen and questioned.

  Instead, she focused on the conversations of guards and staff. She assumed they had been informed that she spoke a bit of Spanish after her words of thanks to the President’s wife at dinner the other evening. This explained why the people she passed spoke to each other in Portuguese when they noticed her standing there. The two languages were similar in that many of the words were spelled the same, so they were easy to learn. The main difference was the pronunciation. Lucky for Parker she had spent several weeks last summer speaking only Portuguese. She was quite fluent.