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At night though is when I find myself here the most. I sneak into her room, watching her sleep most nights. Other nights, I stroke my cock standing over her, watching her chest move up and down as she sleeps, her supple breasts beaded from the night air, barely covered in her skimpy tank. Her sweet smelling pussy, covered in her innocent panties. I struggle those nights, muffling my groans and grunts as I cum in a pair of her panties I previously stole. It’s those nights that I struggle the most, talking myself out of spilling over onto her stomach and rubbing it in as she sleeps, branding her so she feels me when she wakes up. Yea. I’m a bastard who is utterly obsessed with her.
I watch as she walks up the stairs before entering her fathers office. I pull the tape from the wall from the corner that camouflages the thumb nail sized camera on the wall. After replacing it, I pop the lock on his desk, and find the file labeled ‘???????’ which is the Russian word for rescue, the name of our last mission that was botched. I got word from my LT that his man on the inside informed him that he knew this file existed because he was in charge of couriering it from Russia to Michaels. Apparently the names of several sleeper agents here in the U.S. as well the double agents besides Michaels are inside of it. We are hoping to use this information to bring Russia down permanently. “Loeb.” Shit. I hear her calling my name and I know she must have come down already. Needing to find an excuse for being in his office, I turn toward the picture on the wall and pretend to be looking at it. “Oh. There you are. What… what are you doing in my dad’s office?” her voice concerned and confused rightfully so.
“Sorry. I was looking around while I waited and the door was open. I saw this beautiful painting from the door and couldn't help it. It reminds me of the one my father has in his office. Is it an Ivan Shishkin?” I know the answer is yes, but hell I have to say something.
“Wow. Yes, it is. My dad got it as a gift from some dignitaries he helped when he was abroad.” Yeah, I’m sure he ‘helped’. I take a cursory glance and make sure nothing is out of order before turning back to her.
“Did you get everything you need, baby?”
“Yes. I just grabbed a few things for the night.”
“The night? Baby you are going to need more than that.” I tell her. Her eyes widen as the realization of what I am saying hits her.
“I don’t...I thought it was just for tonight.”
“No. Let’s start with the next three days.” Poor baby. She has no clue what is going on. “I will wait outside while you grab some more stuff.” My phone vibrated in my pocket a second ago and I need to make sure everything is alright. Walking out the front door, I scan the street and pinpoint three blacked out SUVs parked on the street. I know that standing here out in the open, I am a target, but as of right now, no one knows who I am. Grabbing my phone, I see a message from LT.
LT: Seems your instincts were spot on once again.
Me: What do you mean?
LT: Call in when you get some privacy. Commander has been read in.
Me: 10-4
Well shit. I am tempted to call him now, but I hear her footsteps. “All set, beautiful?”
“Yes.” she drops her head and blushes. I want to see her entire body when it is flushed.
“Excellent.” I grab her bags from her and walk her to my car, tipping my head at the cars watching us. I know I am poking the bear but at this point, I don’t give a fuck.
The drive to my house is quiet and calm. I can hear her mind thinking about everything, second-guessing herself. Instead of letting her sit beside me, stiff and removed, my hand has been touching her in some way, getting her used to me. “Tell me something about you,” I ask, rubbing circles around her wrist.
“Like what?”
“Anything. What type of music do you like?” This is something about her I don’t know. Something she can share.
“Really all music. I love country. Real country, not like the T-Swift country at the end of her country career. Though, I do love pop T-Swift.”
“That’s funny. Would you believe me if I told you I love T-Swift as well?” It’s true. She is a pioneer.
“You know what, I do believe you. Everyone loves her.”
“True.” I feel like less of an ass, being able to learn something about her from her. Her eyes follow my hand as it continues to rub hers. I watch as her cheeks pink up and she licks her lower lip. Hell. They glisten so pretty and wet. My cock between them is going to be so fucking sexy. And now I need to fix my dick.
