Taking the Bait: An ARC Operatives Romance (5 page)

If she’d been worried about taking
all of him
, then it’d been with good reason. Her hips arched in protest at the intrusion, because
holy hell
.

“Mkay, now I know you don’t touch yourself,” she hissed out, “because that’d be worn down to a nubbin if you did.” He chuckled, low and dark, pressing in unrelentingly.  It was a slow, painful burning stretch that she so more than willing to take, although he was definitely testing her limits when his hips rolled to a stop and he seated his cock fully inside of her. He was barely breathing, she noted abstractly, as she scrambled to get ahold of herself, her fingers leaving his body to grab at the sheets and fist them in her hands.

He shifted his hips and she shook her head
no not yet
, and then swallowed hard.

“Daria… do you want me to stop? I can-” He shifted, her cunt protested, and she whimpered.

“No, no fuck, no don’t… just a second, okay? Just a second.” She let out another slow shuddering breath and then cried out when he slipped a finger over her clit. Oh god he was gonna-

He pressed a hand over her mouth to muffle the noises she made, his finger vibrating over her and distracting her from the burn as he pulled out and then pressed back in.
Ohgodyes
, she thought, every nerve lighting up inside her. He did it again, hips drawing all the way back until the head of his cock just withdrew from her, only to push back in a second later in another slow assault of her overwrought senses. She was breathing harshly through her nose, whole face flushed as he
watched her
, took in every tiny expression she made, and used it against her, teasing her with his finger, and that
holyeffmonster
of a cock that split her open again and again.

“Can you be quiet,
Mila
?” he asked, his voice mostly teasing, but there was a hint of desperation in there as well. She narrowed her eyes at him and he smirked, pulling his hand back off her mouth and sliding it over her hip. He slid it underneath the small of her back and lifted, pulling her hips up off the bed as his knees slipped apart so he could kneel between her thighs. The angle change nearly made a liar of her and she had to bite the inside of her mouth to keep quiet as the shift of him inside her made a spark of pain blossom out that faded into rolling hot pleasure. Holy fuck why had she never done this with him before? Holding her steady and stable, he winked at her,
winked like a motherfucking asshole
, and started thrusting in and out languidly, finger still tormenting her quickly-becoming-oversensitive clit. Her feet slipped over the cool sheets and she whimpered almost silently.

He wasn’t even breathing hard, the bastard, just cooly thrusting into her like he could go at it all day, and that was a hot mental image that had her back arching up into him because
all day
in his arms,
oh god all day
. His thumb came down on one side of her clit, catching it between the two digits and she shook her head and braced herself for it-

She couldn’t keep back the noise then as thumb and finger vibrated on each side of her clit, and she screamed as her orgasm shuddered through her hard and clenching. His hips didn’t still in her, if anything he sped up, and she was rolling into it, using his hand on her back as a push-point as she tried to get
more
.

“Nico- oh god, oh
god
,” she could hear herself saying the words, but hardly realized that it was really her talking, as he kept at her, pushing her higher. His name died on her lips in a desperate cry when it became too much, altogether too much, but he
didn’t stop
. She kicked her feet out in desperation, and he had to grab her hip with his second hand to keep her from falling. Daria felt like the world was tipping backwards, fresh heat, new heat, curling inside of her as he hung onto her hips and fucked her hard, apparently giving up on taking it slow. He was breathing harder by then, hair falling in his face, and the counterpoint of his harsh breaths was her lower whimpers with each thrust.

She felt the low tremors of another,
nofuckingway
, orgasm boiling inside of her and she closed her eyes at the first hint of smirk on his face, his eyebrow quirking up. That fucking-

“Oh,” she gulped down a breath when he hauled her up higher an inch and his cock slid along the front wall of her cunt hard, sending sparks of need spiralling down her legs and up her chest.

“Beautiful,” he breathed out, fingers digging into her skin hard and then his head tilted back and he arched, hips jamming against hers in short, shuddering strokes. It was enough,
just
, and she cried out again, loosely and desperate when the tireless man worked her through another orgasm, his own following closely. She only knew because he paused for a brief moment, made a low noise as his back bowed even harder, his hips stilling against hers. She was shivering, limbs trembling and moving uncoordinated and limp as she came down watching him come. It was then, finally, that he pulled his softening cock out of her with a hiss that echoed her own. Ugh, she was
soaked
down there, and definitely… definitely was going to be sore in the morning. The thought made her blush again. She looked away as he cleared his throat and lay down beside her.

She was about to say something, crack a joke, make some sort of sarcastic quip, when he folded his arm around her and tugged her back against his chest. Unfairly, he’d barely broken a sweat, although it certainly made for a more comfortable post-coital snuggle. His hand stroked over her lower belly, and cupped the slight curve of it. They lay in the quiet for several minutes as her heartbeat came back down to earth, and she let herself relax back against him.

“They didn’t come check on us,” she finally said, amused and a little concerned about the rest of the team ignoring a pre-arranged signal of distress. Nicolai shrugged behind her and then planted a slow kiss on her neck, a warm touch that burrowed under her skin and made it’s way to the middle of her chest.

“They are spies. They know the difference between faked passion and real,” he said into her neck. She smiled in the dark.

“Uh huh. How’d you know I wasn’t faking it?” she asked playfully, wanting to needle at him after he’d totally destroyed her for ever wanting anyone else ever. Probably ever. He made a little noise of annoyance and the hand on her stomach dipped down, slicking between her folds to touch her clit. The over-sensitive nerves screamed at her and she jerked back against his hips with a low yelp.

“Mmm, yes, you faked it, quite well. Very impressive. I was almost convinced,” his voice held only the barest hints of sarcasm as his hand cupped against her belly again, his breathing evening out behind her. She huffed out a grumpy noise, and closed her eyes tightly.

“Asshole,” she mumbled.

“Maybe next time?” he offered sleepily, and then nuzzled his face into her hair and pulled the blanket up to cover them both. “Now sleep, yes? Tomorrow you put on another dress, and we give this operation another go, yes?”

Her eyes fluttered shut and as much as she wanted to get him back for the anal joke, it made more sense to sleep. She could punch him in the morning. Maybe. Or she could enjoy a little oral payback and wake him up with her mouth on his cock. That seemed like an even better idea. His thumb stroked tenderly over her belly button, and she drifted off thinking that at least she could tell Rykov that she’d
really
gotten into her role.

Chapter Four

“Morning, Princess.” The words worked their way through the haze of sleep that enveloped her. Daria felt
sore
, in that way only a good thorough fucking with a guy who knew what he was doing made her feel. Plus her mouth felt like it’d had old socks stuffed into it. She made a face and opened her eyes. Balfour was sat in the chair across from the bed, sprawled out with a to-go cup of coffee in each hand. He looked smug. “You look like hell, kid. Adrenaline fucks are crazy huh?”

That woke her up. She sat up with a jerk, fingers flying out beside her to find empty-space where Nicolai had been the night before. She shot a scowl at Balfour as he saluted her with one cup before taking a long sip of it.

“What the hell do you want?” Daria growled out, shifting the blankets to better wrap around her person. Where was Nicolai? Had he gone back to the couch after they’d…? The thought of him sneaking out like he was somehow ashamed of their late-night hookup made her angry.

“I thought I’d welcome you to the banged-an-augmented club,” Balfour said with unholy cheer, and he stood, sauntered over to her and offered her a second cup of coffee. She took it in one hand and then jerked his head over his shoulder. “Speed is showering off. I’ll leave you two to bury the hatchet, or you know, bury something else with a morning quickie. But really, Griffin. Nice one. I am impressed at how well you stuck to your role. Didn’t break character at all.” He gave her a saucy wink. She made an annoyed noise, and pointed at the door with her cup of coffee.

“Get out. I don’t want to see you or hear from you until it’s go time, and my schedule says that the next event we have to be at isn’t until 6 tonight. Out. Go annoy Rykov.”

With a ridiculously smug grin, Balfour left the room, yanking the door shut as he left. Daria let out a slow unsteady breath and heard the shower crank off. She watched the door to the bathroom with apprehension as Nicolai finally emerged, towelling off his dark hair. Water glistened across his bare chest, and she contained a sigh from how damn good he looked.

It wasn’t fair. Some of the other new agents had been paired up with much less attractive partners, and damn but he was making it hard to stay professional. She bit the inside of her lip and he caught her eye, his lips pulling up in a half-smirk. His gaze lingered on her face and then dipped down to her breasts which were covered by the bed linens. She felt a flush crawling down her cheeks to her neck as he blatantly looked her over.

Then he was next to her, a blur again and he was seated on the edge of the bed, his hand wrapped around the coffee cup.

“You slept well,” he said, not asking but telling. She cocked an eyebrow at him and he chuckled. “As well as you might after a late-night visitor.” He set the coffee down on the bed-side table and she breathed him in, the sharp scent of the hotel body wash on his skin, and the underlying scent of
him
. She struggled to find something to say, because she wanted to ask him if it had meant anything to him, as much as it had meant to her. He’d said things, words might’ve just been in the heat of the moment even as much as she wanted them to be true. Being on his arm, sleeping with him, all of it had sparked something in her that had been waiting for almost a year.

“You slept okay too?” she asked, and his face split into a smile, ridiculously happy as his arms reached out for her. He enfolded her in them and she scooted forward, letting him pull her against his bare chest. The towel looped around his waist was damp, and half-falling off.

“Better than I have in many months,” he murmured low and quiet into the side of her cheek. She felt him close his eyes, the flutter of his eyelashes against her skin, and something in her heart bubbled. Whatever they had, between them? She wanted to protect it, see it through. Whatever it was that they were, or might be. She had a good inkling it was more than just basic, sexual need, but something
more
. She was going to take it, whatever it was, with no reservation. Nicolai blew out a puff of hair into her curls and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Are you hungry? Coffee is not enough to sustain you, or me.”

She mulled it over for a moment and then shifted back to look at him properly, a sly grin crossing her face. He watched her, a smile echoing her own tilting up at the corner of his mouth.

“How does breakfast in bed sound? I think I earned room service.”

She barely finished the words before he was up and over to the phone in a blink, dialing down and shooting her a heated stare.

“It normally takes hotels twenty minutes or more, to prepare a room service meal, yes?” He had a tilt to his forehead, his hair hanging in his eyes, and he looked like pure mischief. She couldn’t contain the feeling in her chest, expanding and filling every inch of her as she nodded.

“If you’re saying what I think you mean,” she licked her lower lip as heat sprawled across her stomach and between her thighs, “you’ll have to be quick about it.”

He smirked, phone still cradled against his ear and he winked before looking down at the menu.

“That,
Mila
, goes without saying.”

~*~

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