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His kiss was soft, and wet. It felt like it was the first time, the two of us figuring out how our lips should connect. He pulled my shirt over my head, then lowered himself to my bare breasts. I sighed as he took one nipple between his teeth, nibbling every so slightly. Enough pressure to set my nerves on fire with pleasure, but not enough to hurt.
Then he was kissing me on the lips again, more passionately this time as the two of us scrambled out of our pants. He lowered his body over mine and deepened the kiss, tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Conquering and claiming me. There in the bedroom, just the two of us, I felt like Ihadbeen claimed by him. I felt like I was his, and he was mine, and that was all that mattered.
He ground his cock into my mound, back and forth, before finally pulling back enough to let it slide lower. I was drenched by this point, and accepted him easily. I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him in, inch by inch, slowly while we kissed. Because we weren’t in a hurry tonight. Jordy wasn’t going to take Archer’s place and have his way with me. It was just the two of us.
And when he finally filled me completely, buried deep inside of me with every stiff inch, he let out a long moan of contentment and wrapped his arms around me. It was like he wanted as much of his body to touch mine as possible—legs and arms and chest. His weight was heavy on top of mine for a moment, a wonderful manly pressure that made me feel safe.
He stayed inside me forever, unmoving, savoring the moment. And when he finally began fucking me, it was slow and careful. The tiniest gyrating of his hips into mine.Not fucking, I thought as his tongue rolled against mine. This was totally different than what we had been doing before now.This is making love.
Despite being slow, it was still intense. There was a desperation just beneath the surface, a growing desire that pinged from his lips to mine. It became stronger with every second, with every bead of sweat that formed on our nude bodies.
We made love like that for seconds, or minutes, or hours; it was tough to tell how long. Then Archer leaned back, raising up and pulling me with him, adjusting himself on the bed. He was in a seated position with me in his lap, my legs still wrapped around him. I kissed him more passionately while grinding against him, and he moved his own hips in time with my gyrating. Then he tore his lips away from mine and held the back of my neck, and stared deeply into my eyes. Somehow, they seemed a deeper shade of blue than usual.
With our arms wrapped together, and gazing longingly into each other’s eyes, the two of us made love long into the night.
25
Trish
Long after the two of us had climaxed, and long after Archer had given me a final kiss and then retired to his room, I stayed awake in bed thinking about what had happened.
Prior to tonight, everything we did together was sex. Jordy and I had a few nights of passion alone before we started including Archer in the sexy shenanigans, but since then it had beenveryphysical. Rough, sweaty, toe-curling threesomes that made me feel naughty every single day. The three of us using each other’s bodies to let out some steam. Taking solace in each other after the stress of their mission.
But tonight? It was more than just physical. When Archer gripped me tightly and pressed his forehead against mine while we came together, I felt so much more than just sexual release. I felt close to the man. Intimate in a way that went beyond mindless sex. Tonight, it felt like Archer was giving me part of his soul. It sounded silly, but I couldn’t think of a better way to describe it.
And that realization made me feel guilty about Jordy. Where did he and I stand now? We both liked each other when we started fooling around back in Oslo. The inclusion of Archer was for the fulfillment of a sexual fantasy. What would he say if I told him I now had feelings for Archer?
I have feelings for Archer. Hearing the thought inside my head made me more certain about it. Which, of course, just left me even more confused than before.
I barely got any sleep that night. Which sucked, because my alarm went off early the next morning so we could make it to our flight. I guzzled two cups ofextremelystrong Turkish coffee and then spent the drive practically bouncing up and down in my seat.
“Time for the big reveal,” Archer said when we got to the airport. He whipped out a bundle of printed tickets from his pocket and handed them out with dramatic flair. And he grinned at me for a heartbeat longer than normal when my hand touched his.
I looked at the airport code on the ticket. “GYD. Haydar Aliyev International Airport?”
“Baku,” Jordy said. He didn’t need to keep an ice pack on his junk anymore, but he still walked gingerly while holding Kaylee’s hand through the airport. “Capital city of Azerbaijan.”
“Shithole country,” Harrison grumbled.
“We’ll explain everything when we arrive,” Archer told me with a long look.
Once we were boarded on the plane, I paid for the in-flight Wi-Fi so I could research the country. Azerbaijan was a former Soviet nation located just east of Turkey, and on the northern border with Iran. It was an oil-rich country, and the capital city, Baku, was nestled against the Caspian Sea.
I shook my head with wonder. Baltic Sea, then Black Sea, and now Caspian Sea. I’d visited a lot of bodies of water that I had previously only read about.And in alphabetical order, too, I thought with a chuckle. Next would be the Danube River, or the Gulf of something.
The flight was under three hours, but it felt more ominous than the previous ones. We were continuing eastward, which was even farther from home than before. Norway and Turkey were countries that I knew about, but Azerbaijan was totally foreign to me. Was it really ashitholelike Harrison described? How would they treat women there? I found myself gazing out the window and dreading the final stretch of my time away from home.
Yet when we landed and drove into the city, my worries melted away. Baku may have been located in Central Asia, but it felt very similar to Oslo or Istanbul. The buildings were old and made of slate-gray stone. There was a bustling modern city center with skyscrapers. Archer pointed out three buildings covered in blue glass that were called theFlame Towers.
This time we were staying at a hotel downtown, just one block from the water. The lobby was old but richly built, with white marble floors and vaulted, painted ceilings. The bellhop led us to the top floor, which was where our penthouse suite was located. I gasped as we walked inside; it was an enormous open room with wall-to-wall glass giving us a sprawling view of the Caspian Sea.This is bigger than my house back in Wilmington. And it’s just the living room.
Harrison immediately approached a suitcase that was nestled between the couch and the wall. It was brown Italian leather, finely made. I started to open my mouth to ask if it belonged to whoever stayed here before us, but then he unzipped it and reached inside. His hand came out holding a pistol, which he quickly opened and checked with expert movements.
“It’s all here,” he said. “Nothing high caliber.”
“Because those are meant to be used as a last resort only,” Archer lectured. “If you have to use it, then it means our mission is properly fucked.”
Harrison grunted, zipped up the bag, and carried it away.
