in her pussy.
“Last one to the bed goes down on the other.”
“Hey!”
But he was already off, barreling through the doorway, leaping over the cat and landing on their bed. He grinned as he lay back against the pillows, stroking his erection lightly, waiting for her. Josie took her time, ambling over to the bed and staring down at his body with one eyebrow raised.
“Very nice, Agent Gold,” she said in a British accent. “But I fear I must insist upon further negotiations to our contract.”
He played along. The game was one they’d played for years, begun one day on a long bus ride home from college. Since becoming lovers, they’d incorporated it into their lovemaking.
“Gold does not negotiate with criminals.” He stroked his cock more firmly. “You should know that by now, Agent Levine.”
Josie licked her lips and let her gaze travel the entire length of his body before responding. “I was granted a full pardon, Agent Gold, as you well know. I’m no more a criminal than you are.”
He paused in his stroking. “A criminal is merely a spy who works for the wrong side, Agent Levine.”
Josie reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a long crimson scarf, then a black one, both silk. “But who’s to say which side is the wrong one?”
She almost cracked up, but kept on her agent face. This game was fun, more so because Jack was a complete James Bond maniac and could not only do the accent of a British spy, but the attitude as well. Even bare-ass naked. She, on the other hand, couldn’t manage to keep a straight face, even when Agent Gold wasn’t trying to torture information out of her using his classified sexual techniques. The game also became a challenge to see who’d break character first. She usually lost.
“What’s that?” Jack asked, hitching higher on the bed.
“Something to keep you still…while I get the information I need.”
He laughed, low and throaty, and, damn him, still in character. “Try as you might, Agent Levine, you won’t get me to talk.”
“No?” She raised a brow at him, trying for Lara Croft instead of Mary Poppins and finding herself sort of in the middle. “We’ll just see then, shall we?”
He didn’t protest when she tied his hands to the headboard with the red scarf and used the black one to cover his eyes. She’d never done that before. His cock, if anything, got even harder. Her nipples were like iron spikes, her pussy slick with arousal.
“Now, Agent Gold, I demand to know where you’ve hidden the information.”
“You’ll have to try harder than that, Agent—” His words cut off into a gurgle as she took his entire length down her throat.
Josie let his cock slide out of her mouth almost the whole way, sucking gently on the tip before sliding her lips all the way down to his balls again. His dark pubic hair brushed her nose and she inhaled the scent of him, bath oil and that musky, perfect smell that was simply Jack. She stroked his sac all along the seam and his hips lifted.
“I still won’t tell you.” His voice was strangled, the accent slipping just a bit.
She grinned around his dick and sucked it again, letting her teeth scrape a little along the thin skin. He groaned. She looked up at him, the black cloth obscuring his eyes.
“Talk,” she demanded. “Or the results won’t be pretty!”
For one moment she thought she might actually have made him forget to play the game because she stroked his cock in one firm fist as she spoke and he hissed, arching into her touch. But the next minute he’d recovered. He was too damn good.
“I’ll never reveal the location of the Tit Top Diamond!”
That made her laugh. She’d never heard of the Tit Top Diamond. Jack was quick. She thought fast. Winning wasn’t everything—it had been quite some time since they’d won points for predicting how they’d get hit on in bars. But winning was awfully fun, and Josie intended to take every advantage she could.
“Talk!” she ordered before she went back down, opening her throat to take his entire length. Down to the base, then up, adding an extra bit of suction at the tip, using her teeth, following every suck with a stroke of her hand.
His cock got even harder under her tongue and lips. She paused to breathe, using both hands to stroke downward, one after the other, so that it felt, for him, as though he were