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Berlin StationDaniel Miller
THE SAFE HOUSE
He knew he had to stay professional, but it took everything. Daniel’s job was to protect the witness, but did the universe have to throw sex on legs as a witness on his path?
He knew that she was attracted to him as well. He noticed her little games of seduction, but he tried to keep his head in the (CIA spy) game and not get distracted by her slender figure, her long legs, her long hair, which brushed over his forearm when she stood so close to him, peering out of the window, like he did.
He had told her several times to stay away from the window, but she wasn’t very obedient. He even raised his voice and threatened to tie her up if she came close to the window again. To his frustration, or maybe amusement, this only seemed to spark lust inside of her, he could see it in her eyes.
She had told him that she wasn’t afraid and that was good and all, but he had to answer for it if something bad happened to her and he wasn’t about to let her ruin the job.
The apartment was small, just one room with only one bed and a couch. They had to wait for another day before they could safely transfer her to New York, where she was to start a new life, out of reach of the criminals, who were trying to dispose of her for revealing company fraud.
'How long do we have to stay here?’ she asked Daniel.
Daniel was peering out the window, checking if no suspicious looking people were hanging about.
'It’s hard to say,’ Daniel answered. 'We have Hector looking into a lead and Valerie is arranging safe passage for you to New York.'
‘I never knew it’d be like this,’ she said, pouting.
'What do you mean? He asked, turning to face her.
'I mean, like this.’ She gestured with her arms and pulled a face, looking bored.
When he didn’t say anything, she continued, 'So, how do you propose we spend the time until I can get out of here?’ She was stretched out on the couch, twirling her long locks around her finger. Her short red skirt accentuated her long legs. She followed his moves, not taking her eyes off him. His eyes, in return, trailed over her legs, up to her top and her luscious lips, finally meeting her dark and mischievous eyes.
She patted with her hand on the couch, beckoning him to sit down. He should not, but he couldn’t help himself. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. His legs moved, walking towards her as if he was not in control of them. He found himself sitting down next to her.
‘I’m sure we’ll come up with something…,’ Daniel whispered, his eyes trailing to her bosom, losing his focus on the job, instead becoming completely focussed on her. She smelled like summer flowers. Her perfume was intoxicating.
‘You don’t need to keep watch?’ she asked.
‘Oh, I’m watching alright,’ he smiled. ‘Always good to keep your eyes on the target.’
‘Target..,’ She repeated, gently trailing her fingers over his arm, which didn’t help at all with the focusing.
‘I should really…you know,’ he stammered and swallowed hard.
‘What?’ she asked, sitting up, her face now close to his. He could feel her breath on his lips.
Fuck it, he thought. He gave in and closed the small gap between them, capturing her lips with his. He placed his hand on the back of her neck, feeling the soft hair under his fingers, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.
It was no surprise to him that she was receptive. She had been eyeing him from the start, a thirst in her eyes, that he was all too willing to quench. In no time, she had him out of his shirt and she had pulled her top over her head, revealing the laced bra, which matched her panties, as Daniel found out, when he pulled down her skirt. Not long after, the clothes were draped over the couch and floor, leaving them naked and hungry for each other.
She was a feisty thing and she didn’t waste time. By the time he had managed to put on a condom, she had already nibbled on his ear and grazed his shoulder with her teeth, scratched her nails over his muscled arms and bit his nipple. Gently, but still enough to send shivers down his spine.
She moved to sit on top of him, but he wanted, no, he needed to be in control of her. He lifted her up and carried her the short distance to the one bed in the back of the room. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her down on the mattress, pausing for a moment, warning her with his eyes locked onto hers, not to move. He held her in place while he kissed her neck and took his chance to nibble on her ear. He spread her legs with his, positioning himself on top of her, making sure she had nowhere to go.
He felt her protesting, heard her frustrated groans, but he was determined. He pushed inside of her, letting out a groan and holding still for a moment. God she was tight. He started moving and even though he thought he had a tight grip on her, she managed to manoeuvre on top of him at some point and she started riding him. He inhaled sharply at her moves. He held her hips while she moved ever so deliciously on top of him, taking him in deep. It didn’t take long for both of them to finish. Panting, she fell down next to him on the bed, both trying to catch their breaths.
After a moment, he turned to face her. She propped herself up on her elbow and with a grin on her face, she said, ‘Well, at least the one bed in this room won’t be a problem.'
Daniel smiled. That wasn’t the only problem that was solved as far as he was concerned. Also his problem of keeping her entertained and away from the window, had been solved and he didn’t mind a bit. After all, he was keeping a close eye on her. A very close one.
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