“Markus!”
She arched her back and gripped the covers, all the while making noises that had never come out of her. When her body clenched around his fingers, he said. “Good job.”
In her wanton haze, she giggled. “Do I get a gold star?”
“Yes.”
“Markus,” she released his name in a soft exhalation. “Thank you.” She didn’t even know that she could enjoy intimacy like this. It had never happened for her. She was Sleeping Beauty, awoken with a kiss, not a chaste kiss on her perfect, pink, pouty lips, but down there. Her Prince Charming had gone to work.
Finally, he entered her, sliding in and out, skin to skin, moving with one another in an erotic dance that had never felt like this. When he came, he cried out in pleasure, a guttural throaty exhalation. She had done that.
Twenty minutes later, they were lying on the bed. She was tucked into his chest, feeling treasured in a way she never felt before. This was going to be hard to give up at the end of the week.
Morning sex, the honeymoon cottage, who cares what time
Gabby knew she was dreaming. She kept her eyes shut so as not to burst the bubble.
Markus rolled over and draped an arm over her rib cage, a comforting, solid weight. A dependable weight. Last night, she’d broken into a cult leader’s office and copied his hard drive and slept with her hot handler. Gabby Greene had unlocked the secret to happiness and success, and the rest of her life was going to be nothing but sliding down rainbows into pots of gold.
Markus murmured and kissed the back of her neck. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” The sound of her own voice brought her to full consciousness. She wasn’t lucid dreaming. She was in bed with Markus, his arm draped over her, and an erection pressed firmly into her backside. Reality was damn good.
He kissed behind her ear and whispered, “Good morning,Mrs. Alexander.”
“Who?” she said before recalling that was his fake last name. “Did I agree to take your fake name?”
“I thought so,” he said. “Didn’t we discuss this?”
“Gia might want to stay Glanville,” she teased.
“Glanville. Don’t joke. We both know you don’t like that name.”
The alarm went off and interrupted their flirtation. Markus turned it off with zero hesitation. “Let’s not get up.”
“Oh, really?” she said, not the least bit opposed.
“Yes. I have some important undercover work to do,” he said, rolling her onto her back and straddling her in a fluid motion. He pulled a sheet over them. They were in their own private tent.
Gabby didn’t even laugh at his joke. She was too turned on. “Your undercover work is quite good, Agent Parks. I think we can make time for that.”
“What did you like about it?”
“Hmm. Strong observational skills and adaptability. Your mission last night was a success. Your between-the-sheets work is A plu—”
He pressed his lips to hers, cutting off her sentence.
“Maybe I could demonstrate some of my against-the-wall work.”
“What is this,Magic Mike?”
For some reason, that made him laugh. “It might be.”
He got out of the bed, all the while she was telling him, “Markus, let’s just stay lying down. Or I could scoot down to the edge.” What if he threw out his back lifting her up? No thank you. “I just don’t want you—”
Before she could finish her sentence, he had her in the air.
“Markus!”
