My brows raise and as I shake my head, my wig shifts. “No, I’m not. It’s all super top secret. The president himself asked for more information.”
“I’m not buying it. The FBI guys want to make you out for a fool.”
“Exactly, and I’m going to turn the tables on them. They’re the ones who are going to look like idiots. Please Suds. This is important to me.” I lift onto my toes, capture the back of his head and kiss him until his cock goes hard.
When he comes up for air, he shoots me a crooked smile. “Wahl… One thing is for sure. There’re cameras in the hallway. You’ll need to leave this room looking like you’ve been well-fucked.”
“We don’t have time.” However, my breasts tighten and my clit dampens from his heated look.
“Sure we do.” He lifts costume to my waist, reaches all the way up, and cups my breast while grinding his lower half into me. “Velma always was my favorite character.”
“Not Daphne?” My breath hitches as he pinches a nipple.
“Nope. I always fall for the smart ones. Always did.” His mouth devours mine, and as I open for his tongue, I unbuckle his jeans to free him.
Moaning, he pushes me against the door and pulls down my panties.
“Fast and furious?”
“Go for it, dog.” I clamp my legs around his waist and lock my ankles.
His frees himself and rubs his tip against my already dripping need. “Oh, sexy Velma, you want the beast?”
Snickering into his chest, I dig my nails into the back of his neck and do my best imitation of the cartoon character. “Rooby Rooby Doo.”
Laughing, he shoves all the way in until our cores touch and my breath hitches.
“Oh my God.”
“Babe.” Buried deep inside me, he begins to move as my fingertips bite into his biceps.
More primal than I ever recall, his pelvis gyrates and pushes. My head rolls back and clunks the door. Every fiber of my being wants more so I grind down. He grabs my butt cheeks, tugs me closer, and my clit blossoms.
The big O looms so close, I’m about to lose my mind. “Now, tough guy. Do it.”
Panting and sweating, he stops. “Look at me sugar.”
I open my eyes and our gazes lock like our bodies below. I quiver on the edge of nirvana. He swells more, but in control, refuses to move.
“Promise me to be careful.” He shoves up, his pelvis in the perfect place and I inch higher toward my desperate need.
“I will.” At this point, I’d vow to ride my vacuum to the moon.
In alpha mode, he makes a grumbly noise in his throat, holds my hips, and thrusts repeatedly. My nub expands, my juices lubricate him and the floors above and below must hear my orgasmic scream. My body transforms to throbbing waves of pleasure and he responds by thickening inside me.
Then, his back muscles tense, he groans, and comes so hard, tears of pure joy wet my face. I swear, danger-sex-in-a-hotel is my new all-time favorite.
“Did I hurt you?” He licks my lids, forcing them to open.
“Huh? I think your penis hit my brain.”
“Sugar?”
My hands cup his rough cheeks. “I think we need to keep these costumes forever.”
“Me too.” He turns, dampens a super-soft washcloth, and wipes his fluids off my legs.
I wait until my panties and costume are back in place before I hand him a USB drive. I’ve changed my mind about going into the Russian’s room. Suds is right. I need to trust him with my mission.
