Loving the feedback, but I have to add that this is no reflection of my political views. I write and WE write for entertainment sake, not to make a point. And yes, it's probably not your classic 'erotic romance' that you see on Lit, but it has its moments. If you want to read for just smut sake, move along. You've hit the wrong story!
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Emma struggled to breathe in her moment of panic, but as his warm breath hit the side of her sensitive neck and ear, she stilled and slowly nodded. He was going to help her? Slimy toad was going to help her? It seemed too good to be true, but she had little choice in the matter. She needed an out and quickly.
His hand moved away and she sucked in a breath, trying to calm herself. "Okay..." Glancing over at him she held his gaze for a moment and then her soft slender hand slid into his own. Small steps. She tried to look casual and mentally counted to ten before she took the lead. Stepping forward her hand gripped his tightly and she pushed open the door.
As soon as the drizzle hit her face, she swiveled on her heels and faked a soft laugh, stumbling forward and against his body. A body that was a lot more solid than she had originally thought it would be. Full soft breasts cushioned against his chest as she moved in, her eyes open and acutely aware of their surroundings as their lips met.
The jolt of pleasure wasn't expected either and for a split second she fought the urge to close her eyes and explore it, but quickly shoved it aside. This was was NO time to get all gaga over a man who moments ago was rubbing her in all the wrong ways. Special forces were guarding the end of the alleyway behind him. Tucking her face close, she breathed against his ear. "Two special forces behind you, blocking the alleyway."
She made a show of nuzzling his neck, unable to prevent from inhaling his scent as she slid her free hand over his back in a mock hug. "I don't know how, but if there is anyway to get me out of here, please help me. I know you don't know me from Adam, but trust me when I tell you this, if they catch me I'm dead and so are a lot of other people."
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He took his hand from her mouth, but kept his other arm around her arms and body.
Just in case
.
Her response had him relaxing his grip and then she'd wordlessly taken his hand. Her hand was small in his. In fact, she was small, period. Granted, she was attractive, but good looks weren't going to get them out of this.
She'd turned towards the door at the end of the small corridor and led him through it onto the alley. It was still drizzling outside. Everything was shiny and it took his eyes a few seconds to adjust.
She laughed softly and turned to press her body against his. She raised her head towards his and he had to tilt down so that their lips could meet. She was a good actress and put on a good show. He was aware of her body pressing into his, especially her breasts.
Another time, Irish, and this would've been fun
.
She pressed her head to the side of his face, her warm breath on his ear. She had a faint scent of whiskey from her coffee. Her lips brushed his ear.
Really fun....
His mind was brought back.
"Two special forces behind you, blocking the alleyway," she whispered.
He moved his head slightly to acknowledge her observation. There was a car at the end to which he was looking at, but he couldn't tell how many SPF's there were attached to it.
Two minimum, four maximum.
He knew there would be others guarding the front as well, so reinforcements were nearby.
He felt her slide her hand up his back in the act of an embrace.
She really is a good actress
, he thought.
He had the plastic explosive in his pocket and he had the Glock. He hadn't reloaded it since his adventure with Fat Fuck, so it meant he only had three rounds.
Good idea, Hansen. So desperate to get a drink that you don't bother to get more ammo.
They stood there in an embrace. He was struggling to keep his side of the bargain and make it look realistic. He pressed her more closely and she began nuzzling his neck.
It doesn't look good, Hansen. Maybe you should have left the girl.
She kept her head in the crook of his neck and kissed him there, her arms still around him.
Or maybe not. He couldn't leave her.
And she felt so warm....
He moved his head again slightly, so that his mouth was just touching her ear and he made a show of kissing it gently.
"Look, down the front of my pants I have a gun," he said. "Don't take it personally, I
am
happy to see you, but that really is a gun."
He paused.
Always with the jokes, Hansen. Plenty of time for that later.
"I don't know if you can use a gun, but it's a Glock. It's old by your standards, but it's reliable. I only have three shots in it from a...um, er.... previous job tonight."
He kept kissing her ear. It felt good.
"I took the safety off before we got out here. I've pulled the rack so it's cocked, if you'll pardon the expression." He smirked, but there was no one to see it. "Before we part, I want you to put your hands down the front of my pants, pull it out and shove it down the front of yours."
He paused again.
"It'll just look like you're copping a feel," he said. "You know how to do that don't you? I'll stay pressed close to you to shield what you're doing."
He laughed lightly and kept his mouth close to her ear, interspersed with some kisses. He had his hand lightly pulling her head closer. He was sure now it would look realistic.
"Do you reckon you can do that for me, Irish?" he asked. "Once you've got it, I'll tell you what we do next. If we get out of this, I promise you won't have to put your hands down there again. Ok?"
He gave her a squeeze and hoped she'd get the hint and grab the gun.
"I promise," he said. "I'm good. I haven't been killed once so far."
First kisses, now fondling. You really are shameless, Hansen.
