Agent for a Cause (The Agents for Good)

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Authors: Guy Stanton III
Tags: Romance Thriller
in a mate. But not this time!”
    She said glancing up at me pointedly. She poured the alcohol on the wound and I winced sharply. She’d caught me off guard again as she’d distracted me with her words and eyes.
    After I recovered from my grimace of pain I commented as she was bandaging my side up, “You would have made a great nurse.”
    Then I added “A lot of girls wouldn’t have made the tough call that you did having Kevin knowing what it would cost you.”
    She smiled, “Best thing I ever did was have Kevin! He somehow makes it all worth it. I just wish…” She trailed off.
    “Wish what?”
    She shook her head and stood up and started cleaning up her supplies, as I put my shirt back on. I started to pick up one gun harness, but she stopped me and I glanced at her to see that she had a spark in her eyes as bright as the jewels that she wore.
    “Mr. Tyre our date night is not yet complete.”
    I glanced at my watch and saw it was almost ten o’clock.
    “Don’t you have to go get Kevin?”
    With a gleam in her eyes she grasped the front of my shirt and tugged. I got to my feet not sure what was happening. She led me over to a threadbare couch and pushed me down to sit on it.
    “Mrs. Reed doesn’t expect me until 11:30, which is when I usually get home. So you see Mr. Tyre we have an hour and a half to have ours ourselves a good time.”
    Her words and movements were pure seduction and I was way out of my league. Her skirt slid up as her knees pressed into the couch cushions to either side of me as she straddled my lap. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt and I couldn’t take the silence or the situation anymore.
    “What are we going to be doing?”
    Boy did that ever sounds stupid and pathetic of me, but she only smiled and I tried to hold on to rational thinking processes. Her hands settled on my shoulders as her eyes laughed at me in erotic torment.
    “We are just going to kiss Mr. Tyre. Just like this.”
    She leaned forward and kissed me solidly on the lips. She pulled back slightly to gaze into my eyes and I felt like I had to be honest.
    “I’ve never done anything like this Anna.”
    Her expression softened, “I know, but it’s high time that you did. This is the way it’s going to be. We kiss, as I count on you to be the gentleman that I already know you to be.”
    She kissed me again.
    “Ready for your first couch makeup session Mr. Tyre?” She asked teasingly.
    I nodded.
    She grasped my hands which were hovering in midair to either side of her and pressed them firmly down onto her hips.
    “You can touch Mr. Tyre, but no clothes come off.” She said waving one finger in the air warningly in front of my face.
    Her hands slid onto my shoulders as she kissed me again. Both of her hands rose to frame my face. It was a long kiss and she started to pull away and I followed her for a moment.
    She laughed softly “I do believe you’re getting the hang of this Mr. Tyre.” She said as she idly ran one finger over my lips with her other hand still holding the side of my face.
    Her gaze turned smoky with passion, as she glanced up from my lips she was stroking with a finger to my eyes, “If you desire something more than this Mr. Tyre.”
    She took her fingers from my lips and wiggled her empty ring finger. “Two rings and a promise of forever and I’m all yours darling anyway you want me.”
    She brought her lips back to mine and this time she didn’t stop the kiss. She was so intoxicating! Why would anyone spend all their fortune on drugs and amusements, when two rings and a promise could give an endless supply of highs whenever needed. I really started to wish I had two rings in my pocket and a preacher in the closet.
    Kissing and feeling her was the foundation of a growing addiction. I’d simply never have enough of her! After some time we both pulled back breathing heavily. She rested her forehead on my shoulder.
    “Is it always like this?” I huffed out.
    She turned her

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