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the tiny bathroom. “You’re going to set the alarm?”
“Oh yeah. Sure thing. Already did.”
“You’ll be on guard tonight?” she asked.
“Of course. Gonna walk the perimeter of this middle class, Middle American neighborhood all night long. Absolutely.”
Not.
Majedah drew herself up. “You have no intentions of doing so?”
“Listen, lady. We’re in exactly Nowhere, United States. No one’s going to find us tonight.” I glanced at Jade who silently simmered in the hallway. A smile curved my lips. “Of course, you could always sleep with us. Nothing says welcome to the States like a hot, raunchy threesome.”
Madge shoved me out and slammed the door.
Jade grabbed my arm. “Sleep with us ?”
“This is how I see it. Madge ain’t going nowhere without you. And you? You’re not going anywhere with me glued to your back. So do you want to shower first, or should I join you?”
“Bugger that! You’re a fuck. I’d rather sleep with cockroaches .” She slammed the door of the master bathroom in my face just like Madge had.
Huh. Maybe I’d paired up with one too many females. International wars? Forget that. I was in danger of Estrogen Wars.
I listened at the door in case Jade got any funny ideas about trying to slip out the small, square bathroom window I’d bolted shut earlier. I heard her quietly investigating and then volubly swearing when she discovered the fresh screws drilling the window tightly closed.
Not that Jade could’ve made it through the little aperture anyway. Sure, she was fit as fuck, ready for a mattress workout, but she wasn’t what I’d call dainty.
Flexible, maybe.
In fact, if she were capable of contorting her body I’d probably be on board with defiling her upside down, inside out, and backward.
“I hate him. Hate him. Hate him,” she muttered from behind the closed door.
The shower powered on, and she railed some more. “Unbelievable ass—”
I’d take that. I did have a pretty good ass.
“—hole.”
Huh.
“Taking over the mission. Thinks I can’t just slit his throat.”
I listened to her splishing and splashing. And hissing.
“Locks me in a room . . . forcing me to . . .”
I stepped back, shaking my head. The woman was unreal. She talked a blue streak even when she was alone. Not a good trait for someone in the espionage biz. But kind of endearing. Except for the I hate him, I hate him, I hate him part.
Attempting to ignore the tempting idea of her one door away, standing under the shower spray with suds floating all over her wet naked body, I paced a circle in the bedroom. Probably made my own track marks on the carpet. My cock was rampant hard. My nerves on high alert. And I knew I’d get no stress relief in the form of a hot fuck tonight.
Sex was the only part I liked about being on R&R. Of course, this wasn’t R&R. It was shaping up to be sheer torture. The bodily kind.
Maybe I could rub one out in the shower after she was done, but the danger of loudly grunting Jade’s name as I imagined nailing her might put a damper on my cock calisthenics.
Before I knew it, I had my ear pressed to the door again. No unusual sounds. No hot moans. No scream of my name as she creamed between her fingers.
My dick reached new proportions of erectness. I could probably beat nails into wood with the thing.
It jumped in my jeans when the doorknob turned, and I jerked back.
Jade swanned out, wrapped in two white towels—one around her hair, the other slung tightly over her body, barely covering her from the crests of her tits to the tops of her thighs.
I didn’t even bother pretending I wasn’t staring.
Growling low in my throat when the clinging towel slipped a millimeter lower, I asked, “Do I need to drag your ass into the bathroom with me or will you behave?”
She licked her lips, her gaze aimed way south of the border and landing on my groin where my blatant hard-on punched a thick ridge inside my jeans. “I . . . I’ll stay
“Oh yeah. Sure thing. Already did.”
“You’ll be on guard tonight?” she asked.
“Of course. Gonna walk the perimeter of this middle class, Middle American neighborhood all night long. Absolutely.”
Not.
Majedah drew herself up. “You have no intentions of doing so?”
“Listen, lady. We’re in exactly Nowhere, United States. No one’s going to find us tonight.” I glanced at Jade who silently simmered in the hallway. A smile curved my lips. “Of course, you could always sleep with us. Nothing says welcome to the States like a hot, raunchy threesome.”
Madge shoved me out and slammed the door.
Jade grabbed my arm. “Sleep with us ?”
“This is how I see it. Madge ain’t going nowhere without you. And you? You’re not going anywhere with me glued to your back. So do you want to shower first, or should I join you?”
“Bugger that! You’re a fuck. I’d rather sleep with cockroaches .” She slammed the door of the master bathroom in my face just like Madge had.
Huh. Maybe I’d paired up with one too many females. International wars? Forget that. I was in danger of Estrogen Wars.
I listened at the door in case Jade got any funny ideas about trying to slip out the small, square bathroom window I’d bolted shut earlier. I heard her quietly investigating and then volubly swearing when she discovered the fresh screws drilling the window tightly closed.
Not that Jade could’ve made it through the little aperture anyway. Sure, she was fit as fuck, ready for a mattress workout, but she wasn’t what I’d call dainty.
Flexible, maybe.
In fact, if she were capable of contorting her body I’d probably be on board with defiling her upside down, inside out, and backward.
“I hate him. Hate him. Hate him,” she muttered from behind the closed door.
The shower powered on, and she railed some more. “Unbelievable ass—”
I’d take that. I did have a pretty good ass.
“—hole.”
Huh.
“Taking over the mission. Thinks I can’t just slit his throat.”
I listened to her splishing and splashing. And hissing.
“Locks me in a room . . . forcing me to . . .”
I stepped back, shaking my head. The woman was unreal. She talked a blue streak even when she was alone. Not a good trait for someone in the espionage biz. But kind of endearing. Except for the I hate him, I hate him, I hate him part.
Attempting to ignore the tempting idea of her one door away, standing under the shower spray with suds floating all over her wet naked body, I paced a circle in the bedroom. Probably made my own track marks on the carpet. My cock was rampant hard. My nerves on high alert. And I knew I’d get no stress relief in the form of a hot fuck tonight.
Sex was the only part I liked about being on R&R. Of course, this wasn’t R&R. It was shaping up to be sheer torture. The bodily kind.
Maybe I could rub one out in the shower after she was done, but the danger of loudly grunting Jade’s name as I imagined nailing her might put a damper on my cock calisthenics.
Before I knew it, I had my ear pressed to the door again. No unusual sounds. No hot moans. No scream of my name as she creamed between her fingers.
My dick reached new proportions of erectness. I could probably beat nails into wood with the thing.
It jumped in my jeans when the doorknob turned, and I jerked back.
Jade swanned out, wrapped in two white towels—one around her hair, the other slung tightly over her body, barely covering her from the crests of her tits to the tops of her thighs.
I didn’t even bother pretending I wasn’t staring.
Growling low in my throat when the clinging towel slipped a millimeter lower, I asked, “Do I need to drag your ass into the bathroom with me or will you behave?”
She licked her lips, her gaze aimed way south of the border and landing on my groin where my blatant hard-on punched a thick ridge inside my jeans. “I . . . I’ll stay
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