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“It would be like him to drive a black sedan, since there are probably a thousand just like it in mid-town alone, but he would most likely be operating alone.” Anthony continues to analyze the situation out loud while swiping the keycard and opening the door to our suite. He does a quick sweep of the main rooms, pistol in hand, to make sure no one is lurking inside. “I’m sorry to be so paranoid, but I don’t like not knowing exactly who I am dealing with.”
“So let me get this straight. Vladimir Putin recruited a guy who had spiked blond hair and a switchblade tattoo on his neck?” Trey asks with a note of sarcasm, as we have all seen how conservatively Vladimir dresses.
“Oh, God no!” Anthony bursts out laughing. “He went that route after he was out on his own. He looked like your typical Russian agent prior to the change. Officials within the Russian Federation insisted that he had suffered a mental break down, but there were persistent rumors that a subordinate had attempted to poison him.”
“So, anyway, you don’t think we are dealing with The Ghost?” I ask, wanting to stay focused on getting to the root of Anthony’s concerns.
“No. I think we are dealing with a copy cat,” Anthony says bluntly. “Someone who probably wishes he were The Ghost. Although, he has gotten away without a trace each time, so he’s obviously not an amateur.”
“Tommy is a wannabe, so it would be like him to hire one,” Trey adds as he pours himself several fingers of cognac. “Anyone want anything?”
“I’ll try a small glass of that,” I reply, thinking I should try to acquire a taste for it.
“I’ll stick to Jack,” Anthony quips, heading to the bar to help himself. “I’ll see you two in the morning.” He grabs a glass, fills it with ice and takes the bottle to his bedroom.
“What do you want to do tonight?” Trey asks seductively after hearing the click of Anthony’s door. “The bathtub and the floor again?”
“No, tonight I want the bed,” I whisper, running my fingers along his masculine jawline. “Let’s go mess up those ridiculously luxurious sheets.”
“I like how you think.” He pulls my lips to his and gives me a steamy, cognac infused kiss. I think I’m already beginning to like cognac.
Trey
Feeling my dick nestled between her ass cheeks during our short elevator ride was enough to rile my hormones. Indecent thoughts had have been flickering through my mind all throughout the day. Being so close to her, but constantly surrounded by others has taken its toll on me. I take her hand and lead her down the hallway to our Master Suite. Once inside, I turn the deadbolt to ensure our privacy and keep the rest of the world at bay.
“Long days and short nights are wearing me out,” Mandy comments, slipping her arms around my waist and pulling me close. “I didn’t even get a chance to finish getting ready this morning.”
“It was kind of nice seeing you in yoga pants all day,” I comment, tugging at her earlobe with my lips. “Although, it has been difficult to endure your teasing. You kept bending over in front of me.” I slide my hands along the firm, smooth curves of her ass and gently give her a squeeze.
“I’m sorry if I caused you any discomfort.” She giggles, pulling back to look me in the eyes. “I hope he’s okay,” she adds, sliding her hand down the length of my fly. “Hmm, everything feels all right.”
“You’re funny.” I lean forward and kiss her passionately before inserting my fingers into her waistband and sliding the pants over her ass and down her beautiful, long legs. “I could tell you weren’t wearing any underwear. God, that’s sexy.” I drop to my knees and slip my hands between her legs, grasping her butt cheeks and pulling her toward my eager lips.
“Wow, you aren’t wasting any time,” she moans as my tongue begins by exploring the length of her folds before focusing in on her clit. “Oh God, I wasn’t ready for this.”
I am more than ready. Forcing her legs further apart with my forearms, she leans back against the wall and grasps the doorknob with one hand and my hair with the other. Despite her persistent tugs, I continue my oral advance with no intention other than feeding my carnal desires.
“Oh fuck, Trey,” she cries as her abdomen begins to flex and quiver. “Don’t stop… don’t stop.” I gasp for a breath, not wanting to back off the intensity for even a second. She jerks at my hair and her legs begin to buckle, so I’m forced to brace my hands against the wall while sending her to the edge. “Okay, stop, stop…” she finally relents. I pull back, raise my eyebrows and give her a smile. “It was fun catching you off-guard like that.”
