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fully, to have him all for herself.
And she knew, from the purpose and determination of how Cross’s hands held her, pushed her around so that he could claim her as his own, that he needed to feel it as well.
Cross rose up, almost explosively, lifting her up. Kara rolled, landing once again on her back on the bed. A second later, the man was on her, their lips meeting once more as he took his place in between her legs. She could feel the length of his cock, pressing against her stomach. It was itching to be inside of her, where she needed it.
But suddenly, the room lurched alarmingly, and a gurgle rose up from Kara’s stomach.
Oh no. Not now.
Arms flailing, she pushed Cross off, managed to get up to a sitting position. Far from helping, however, this movement merely aggravated the queasiness now coursing through her, and she felt her gorge rising.
Finally, Kara remembered why she tried to avoid drinking when possible.
On Cross’s face, burning desire was suddenly mixed with concern, as he saw her shaking, her eyes closed, trying to keep control. “Bathroom?” he asked, his voice still husky with the arousal that had been controlling him only moments earlier.
Not trusting herself to speak, Kara nodded.
Cross grabbed her elbow, helping her to her feet. Kara’s stomach gave another disturbing, foreboding lurch, but she managed to stagger out of the bedroom, across the hallway, with Cross helping her the entire way.
Finally, she spotted a toilet, the cold porcelain suddenly welcoming. Almost bonelessly, Kara pitched forward, feeling her stomach give way, rising up her throat. She couldn’t hold back any longer.
For the next few minutes, Kara tried to not think about her situation, about what was happening.
Behind her, Cross stuck around for a minute or two, but then he shuffled his feet. “I’ll be back across the hall,” he said awkwardly, in between retches coming from the FBI agent on the floor. “All your stuff is in there - just duck back across, the door will be unlocked.”
And then he withdrew.
With Cross gone, as she cleared her stomach of any remaining alcohol that might be hiding there, Kara felt her head start to clear a bit, as well. There was still fuzziness, but her thoughts were at least starting to be heard again.
Most of those thoughts were quite negative.
She had totally lost control! She was supposed to be undercover, working hard to find out who was smuggling guns into this country, costing innocent lives! She had a cover here, albeit a flimsy one, and she was putting it at risk by getting intimate with Cross.
He was an outsider, a criminal, and she barely knew him! Hell, she didn’t even know if she could trust him, aside from Grazer’s word. She was already taking on a hell of a risk - and there was definitely no need to bring emotion or lust into the crucible.
Kara rose up from the cold tile floor of the bathroom, wiping her mouth off as she flushed the toilet once more. Now that the haze of lust had faded, she was uncomfortably aware of her nakedness, and how she was in what was likely a shared bathroom.
What had Cross said? His room was just across the hallway, and the door was open?
He might have the wrong idea, be expecting her to return and fuck him.
Well, he would be disappointed. Agent Sybil was only returning to maintain her cover - and, she regretfully mentally added, because her clothes were there.
Kara stepped out into the hallway from the bathroom, spotting a door right across the hallway. Bingo. She stepped forward - but not fast enough.
“Woohoo! Looking hot, girl!”
A scarlet blush shot instantly into Kara’s cheeks. She glanced over to her left, and saw Gimli, standing at the far end of the corridor, swaying slightly on his feet.
“Cross is a lucky bastard!” he called out, waving one hand in a toast to her. He was still holding a can of beer, Kara spotted, suds slopping over the lip. “Got
And she knew, from the purpose and determination of how Cross’s hands held her, pushed her around so that he could claim her as his own, that he needed to feel it as well.
Cross rose up, almost explosively, lifting her up. Kara rolled, landing once again on her back on the bed. A second later, the man was on her, their lips meeting once more as he took his place in between her legs. She could feel the length of his cock, pressing against her stomach. It was itching to be inside of her, where she needed it.
But suddenly, the room lurched alarmingly, and a gurgle rose up from Kara’s stomach.
Oh no. Not now.
Arms flailing, she pushed Cross off, managed to get up to a sitting position. Far from helping, however, this movement merely aggravated the queasiness now coursing through her, and she felt her gorge rising.
Finally, Kara remembered why she tried to avoid drinking when possible.
On Cross’s face, burning desire was suddenly mixed with concern, as he saw her shaking, her eyes closed, trying to keep control. “Bathroom?” he asked, his voice still husky with the arousal that had been controlling him only moments earlier.
Not trusting herself to speak, Kara nodded.
Cross grabbed her elbow, helping her to her feet. Kara’s stomach gave another disturbing, foreboding lurch, but she managed to stagger out of the bedroom, across the hallway, with Cross helping her the entire way.
Finally, she spotted a toilet, the cold porcelain suddenly welcoming. Almost bonelessly, Kara pitched forward, feeling her stomach give way, rising up her throat. She couldn’t hold back any longer.
For the next few minutes, Kara tried to not think about her situation, about what was happening.
Behind her, Cross stuck around for a minute or two, but then he shuffled his feet. “I’ll be back across the hall,” he said awkwardly, in between retches coming from the FBI agent on the floor. “All your stuff is in there - just duck back across, the door will be unlocked.”
And then he withdrew.
With Cross gone, as she cleared her stomach of any remaining alcohol that might be hiding there, Kara felt her head start to clear a bit, as well. There was still fuzziness, but her thoughts were at least starting to be heard again.
Most of those thoughts were quite negative.
She had totally lost control! She was supposed to be undercover, working hard to find out who was smuggling guns into this country, costing innocent lives! She had a cover here, albeit a flimsy one, and she was putting it at risk by getting intimate with Cross.
He was an outsider, a criminal, and she barely knew him! Hell, she didn’t even know if she could trust him, aside from Grazer’s word. She was already taking on a hell of a risk - and there was definitely no need to bring emotion or lust into the crucible.
Kara rose up from the cold tile floor of the bathroom, wiping her mouth off as she flushed the toilet once more. Now that the haze of lust had faded, she was uncomfortably aware of her nakedness, and how she was in what was likely a shared bathroom.
What had Cross said? His room was just across the hallway, and the door was open?
He might have the wrong idea, be expecting her to return and fuck him.
Well, he would be disappointed. Agent Sybil was only returning to maintain her cover - and, she regretfully mentally added, because her clothes were there.
Kara stepped out into the hallway from the bathroom, spotting a door right across the hallway. Bingo. She stepped forward - but not fast enough.
“Woohoo! Looking hot, girl!”
A scarlet blush shot instantly into Kara’s cheeks. She glanced over to her left, and saw Gimli, standing at the far end of the corridor, swaying slightly on his feet.
“Cross is a lucky bastard!” he called out, waving one hand in a toast to her. He was still holding a can of beer, Kara spotted, suds slopping over the lip. “Got
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