Read Online Siren's Garter: Issue One August 2016 by Miriam F. Martin - Free Book Online

it all. Just like the time they walked along the
Seine River in Paris. Or when he took to her favorite ice cream
stand in Brooklyn. Those sexy brown eyes devoured her up and down,
and Elsie reveled in the attention.
    And his attention was so much
different than the corporate pigs she stole secrets from. They only
wanted a piece of ass, or a bitch in a leather outfit to smack them
around. A special few professed true love to her, but without an
exception they were playing behind a wife’s or a girlfriend’s
back.
    Kevin appeared so helpless and weak
when he stared at her like this. Like he wanted to spill his guts
with secrets. Well, that was certainly true, as she now found
out.
    But he also looked like a man who
would do anything for her, whether he got laid or not. Kevin
controlled his lust, this time hiding behind that pool stick as if
it would save him from Elsie. The bulge in his pants and the wild
eyed expression on his face gave him away.
    Elsie had him wrapped around her
finger, and she knew it, just like she knew she’d win this pool
game.
    She sank the last ball.
    “ Do you use your charms?” Kevin
said. “When you’re in the field. Please be honest.”
    “ Yes,” she said. “But I’ll give
all that up. For you.”
    “ Can you? Give it up and walk
away?”
    Elsie meant to say yes again, but
hesitated. It wasn’t that simple. Once a spy, always a spy.
Sometimes, hell all of the time, you didn’t get to walk away
because you had a change of heart.
    “ I understand,” Kevin said. “I
want to give it up for you, too. But I don’t know how to get
out.”
    Elsie nodded. Her heart sank, but
not exactly because of what Kevin said. The heat between her legs
cooled a little. She didn’t know how to get out of the business
either. Start over. Clean slate.
    “ I love you,” she said. Elsie
stepped closer to him, enough to feel his body heat.
    “ I love you, too,” he said. “Just
that—“
    “ Shh,” Elsie put a finger to his
lips. She traced down the rough stubble on his chin, down his neck,
to the button on his polo shirt.
    She kissed him. Just a taste. The
heat between her legs returned, full blast now. Elsie cuddled up to
him, wrapping an arm around his neck.
    Kevin pulled her in closer, hands
firmly pressed on her waist. He French kissed her, tongues
wrestling and probing each other’s teeth.
    Then he lifted her dress up and
cupped her butt in both hands.
    All of her insides knotted up
pleasurably. Elsie had forgotten how good he felt, how powerful his
arms were, and how wonderful it was to snuggle against him and
drive him crazy with kissing.
    She snapped the shirt’s button
loose, revealing a patch of wiry chest hair.
    Before she realized what she was
doing, Elsie was down on her knees and unzipping his
pants.
    The problems with Zack and Molly
faded to background noise. Elsie still wanted to make sure her
mother was okay.
    But what was Elsie going to do?
Chase Molly Biggins through the small town streets of
Wenakaga?
    Mom could handle herself. Besides,
she went willingly with Biggins.
    Right now, Elsie needed to handle
Kevin.
    She yanked his belt buckle hard
enough to make him grunt. He didn’t stop her. Just stared into her
eyes with that wild, helpless expression.
    In a flash, his pants were open and
his cock sprung free, half hard and wet on the end. She took the
head into her mouth, and licked his saltiness clean.
    Kevin ran his fingers through her
hair, pulling her closer. Elsie grabbed his wrists, and denied him
with soft licks along the side of his member. He moaned.
    She nibbled at him, play biting up
and down the shaft. On the way down, she went lower, and took one
ball into her mouth, sucking hard as she could. He jerked away, but
the desperate moan told her he wanted more.
    So Elsie took the other ball and
licked it up, sucking it into her mouth. His cock throbbed to full
erection.
    Just like she knew would
happen.
    Elsie kissed and bit back up his
shaft, patting him under the sack