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“I'm going to come!” she said, surrendering her body to the familiar tipping point.

But he stopped. “No, you can't come until you've told me what I'm doing to you when you're masturbating. I want to know.”

Desperate for her release, desperate to have him inside her, she gave in. “I close my eyes and think of passing you in the street. We look at each other but don't say anything. You push me into an alley and hitch up my skirt so if anyone was walking by, they'd see us, and you'd shove your hand in my panties and stroke me until I came.”

“I can do that. Do you like the idea of being caught, of being watched?” He stood, knelt on the bed, picking her up and laying her on the bed.

“Yes,” she choked out, almost but not quite embarrassed. If she was going to give herself to David, for one night, or two, or maybe forever, she may as well expose herself totally to him.

He wrapped his hand around her neck in such a way that it was almost dangerous, almost brutal. He kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue dominating hers, but she felt only desire for him. Already, this was so much better than her fantasies.

She opened her legs, begging for his touch, and he slipped his hand there as if it had belonged there their whole lives. It probably had.

He stroked her, using her lubrication to dance his fingers around her clit, and smooth across her ass. He pressed for admittance, and she returned the pressure. He seemed to laugh to himself a little as he moved back to her clit.

“The good thing is, I like watching.” He ran a finger around one of her nipples.

But she couldn't take that much more. “Please. Please I want you so badly, David. I need you inside me. I've waited…”

At her words, his dick elevated even farther. “Your wish…” he said, grabbing his pants and taking out a condom.

He knelt again between her legs and drew her thighs over his. He rested his dick at her entrance. “You know what's good about this? I get to watch you take my dick inside you.” He pressed against her until she felt the tip of him inside her. “I get to watch your pussy open for me, your clit beg for me.”

At his forceful words, she nearly came, attaining a plateau of need higher than she'd ever felt before.

He kneeled up and started thrusting inside her, hard, fast. It hurt, but in an amazing way. With every thrust he groaned as if she were bringing him to life. She watched the expression on his face change into one of blind, out-of-control need. Seeing her look at him, he licked his finger and pressed against her clitoris, dragging it with every thrust.

Heat splayed across her belly and up to her breasts, and she instinctively cupped them in her hands. As he thrust, his gaze rested on her hands.
He liked to watch, did he?
As excitement took her conscious movements, she removed her hands, except for her fingers. She played with her own nipples, pinching and twisting them, igniting a blaze of fire that jagged into her, taking her to her climax. The pressure on her clit increased with his thrusts and exploded in her spine, causing her to groan as it pulsed through her.

David took two more thrusts and groaned, “Molly,” as he closed his eyes and tipped his head down, taking heavy breaths.

Sweet Jesus. She never imagined it would be like that. How could she let him go now, knowing that he could do that to her? Knowing he could lift her to a level of need she'd never, ever felt.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt his fingers lightly stroking her sides, almost tickling. His touch flickered over her nipples again, puckering them again.

“You're so beautiful. And you have a filthy mind,” David said smiling. “I love that.” His fingers drifted south until they were touching her clit again, so lightly. She took a jagged breath as he held the condom on as he withdrew from her.

He went to the bathroom and suddenly she felt vulnerable. Was that it? Was it once and done for him? What was she thinking about? She'd told him that this was all she wanted. But that was before… She should have kept her mouth shut.
Molly. Get a grip. He's said that he's not reliable, or at least not ready yet.
She looked for the edge of the sheet so she could cover herself.

David emerged almost immediately and paused. “Don't hide yourself from me. I want to see you. All of you. Always.”

Always? Maybe this
wasn't
over for him. She pulled back the sheet and lay back down.

He lay on top of the bed next to her and swung over onto one elbow. “I fantasized too. But it didn't come close to the reality of touching you.” His hand tracked down her side to her hip. “Of fucking you.”

Her breath hitched, and he smiled a very smug, confident smile. He was a god in bed. It was like he knew everything about her, every place to touch her, everything that would get a response from her. He dragged her against him and draped a leg over hers.

She closed her eyes, satiated, safe, and protected.

After about ten minutes, Molly moved. She couldn't bear to be still. Crazy because she'd been dreaming of post-sex euphoria with David for months. And she wanted to stay wrapped in his arms, basking in the wickedness he'd brought out in her. But she was also antsy. Restless. The visit from the Russian had shaken her, and all she really wanted to do was switch on the television and see CNN announcing that the authorities had caught the person responsible for Dr. Doubrov's death.

She rolled over the bed and reached for the remote and proceeded to punch the buttons until the familiar CNN logo showed up. What she saw made her bolt upright. Rolling text on the screen below footage of a burning storefront said, “Anarchists cause mayhem in Greek capital with G20 leaders' meeting just weeks away. Russians blame America for assassination of Minister Doubrov.” Her heart started racing as she tried to figure out what it meant.

“David. Look.” She hit his leg, eyes still on the rolling text of doom.

“I see it.” He was already sitting up next to her, and she hadn't noticed. They listened to the CNN anchor's measured tones explaining that the burning store was a Russian business, and that Moscow had insisted that Athens close down until the authorities found those responsible for what they called “a western-sponsored attack on the people of Russia.”

Molly whimpered. Literally a whimper came out of her mouth. She stretched her fingers out, trying to get rid of the numb coldness that had settled there in the previous few minutes. They shook.

David wrapped a warm arm around her and tucked the duvet around her. “Stay there. Keep warm and let me make a few phone calls.” His calm, low voice reassured her.

Slightly.

David stepped out on to his small balcony and called Mal, because who else? He seemed to always have his ear to the scuttlebutt, no matter where it came from. He called it bullshit filtering.

“S'up.” Mal answered with.

“I just saw the news. Is Russia stirring the pot, or is…”

“Is your country actually plotting the downfall of Russia?”

David used a visualizing technique he learned in therapy and imagined himself kicking Mal shitless.

“I just want to know what's going on, buddy, okay?” He tried and failed to reach for a measured tone.

“Right you are. Touchy lot, you Yanks. Okay, so
all
I've heard is that the good old US of A is actually waging a covert war against Russia. Literally everyone from any country in the know”—he meant in the espionage business—“says all the chatter points to the CIA.”

“Shit.” David couldn't get his head around that. It was so…uncharacteristic. No one used their intelligence agencies to take down a country.

“Well, shit, or maybe bullshit.”

“What do you mean?” David felt a glimmer of hope.

“Everyone had heard the same thing, but no one could tell me who the intel came from with any degree of confidence. Even the hot Russian chick. And I
really
tried to persuade her to tell. Chatter, nothing firm.”

“So…smoke and mirrors?”

“Mate. I know you think it's good that it might not be true. And it is. But that makes it exponentially worse for you and your girl. If this is a war of misinformation, you two are on the front lines. Not to mention
really
easy targets.

David paused. He was right. If his country was really on the warpath, and frankly, most Americans would be totally behind unseating Putin and restoring glasnost to Russia, Molly and David needed to leave. And if this
was
all smoke and mirrors, and someone was setting the US up to take the fall for the assassination and the bombing, then they needed to get the fuck out of dodge too. “Bottom line is we're leaving.”

Mal paused. “That's a good idea. I've been reassigned, and I told Baston about you and Molly. Expect a phone call.”

Baston was the owner and operator of Barracks Security. The man who had given David his second chance. That settled it. He couldn't go against Baston's wishes, and he wasn't going to leave Molly. So they were out of here.

Mal must have taken his silence for anger because he continued, “Don't look at me like that”—David looked at his phone and rolled his eyes—“I can't be your babysitter if I'm not in the same country as you.”

“Babysitter, my ass.” David clenched his fist.

“Enabler maybe. Anyway, got to run. Stay safe, brother.”

“You too.” The line went dead before he'd finished the last word.

Tosser
. David half-smiled at himself already using Mal's favorite epithet.

He let himself back in the room and explained to Molly that they had to leave for the airport. She seemed to have gone from shaking to icy-cold determination in the time he was out on the balcony.

“Not even remotely acceptable,” she said, even though ten minutes ago she'd been terrified. “I have a speech to give, and I'm not missing it. It's important to me, and important that the world hears what happened last year and the implications of artifact trafficking.” She shoved her chin up in an adorable dare-to-tell-me-I'm-wrong way.

He hesitated. He wanted to exert his authority. Tell her there was no way they could make her speech, that they had to leave. But he couldn't. He couldn't deny her this…catharsis. Not least because he had been a part of the trafficking last year. “What time is the speech?”

“At five p.m. There are no questions, it should be just an hour.” She said, getting out of bed, still naked, and completely, blissfully unembarrassed. She was like walking, fucking, sex. He felt a twitch again. She turned to her suitcase and bent over to extract some items. No way could he ignore that.

In a second he was behind her, cupping her breast and lightly pinching her nipple. Her moan was like nutrition feeding his need for her.

She stood upright, her body flush against his as he reached around and cupped the other breast too. A perfect fucking handful. How was he going to walk away from her?

She wriggled against him, and his dick hardened between her ass cheeks. He pinched her nipples harder, reveling in the feel beneath his fingers and the groan that vibrated through her. He nudged her legs apart and, with a hand between her shoulders, he pushed her forward until she was braced against the wall with both arms outstretched and legs open to him.

He stepped back just to get a visual to remember. She was fucking glorious. Dropping to one knee, eye level with her pussy, he drew his finger lightly over her ass, all the way to her clitoris, just loving the sight and feel of her.

She wriggled, taking a tiny step back so his mouth was close to her. He blew on her exposed hot flesh, and she gasped. Then he flicked his tongue lightly on her clit while slowly sliding his fingers inside her. He stroked her with his tongue in time with his stroking fingers inside her until she gasped and spasmed, allowing him to feel and taste her orgasm. She was on fire. She came so easily for him, it was like an instant aphrodisiac.

He stood, and she immediately reached behind her for his dick, making him step closer to her. She stroked it once, and twice before directing it to her opening. He paused just long enough to fumble a condom, before pushing her forward again and pushing into her with one stroke.

“I love feeling you inside me,” she said, in a part-groan. “Take me. Really take me.”

He held on to her hips and pulled her back onto his dick. He felt like he was ramming her into the wall, but she moaned, “yes, yes.” As each stroke took her further.

“Wait,” she said suddenly.

He paused mid-stroke and felt his dick pulse in objection. “Am I hurting you?” He started to withdraw, but she shuffled back.

“Don't you dare. Stay right where you are,” she ordered.

“Yes ma'am,” was all he could say in reply.

She inexplicably rummaged in her suitcase, unzipping a pocket. She straightened a little and immediately he felt a vibration around his dick.

A vibrator? If it was even possible, he got harder. He could feel the vibration in his balls as he continued to fuck her. She held the toy half against her clit and half at her vagina. He felt every vibration and every twitch her body made in response.

He was going to last about three minutes…if that.

Her breath started coming in pants as he thrust into her, hard and deep. She came with an audible breath and a shudder. He closed his eyes and emptied himself into her, the spasm of her own orgasm sucking every last bit of him into her.

As they stood there for a minute, he wondered how he was going to live the rest of his life knowing that Molly was in the world without him. Could he cope with the thought that she might be giving herself to someone else like this? Could he say goodbye? He was even reluctant to disengage from her, but he did, slowly, holding the condom in place.

She turned and laid her head on his chest and he stroked her hair. “You're really quite something, you know?”