A sexy spy story – Undercover Lover
The city hummed with restless energy, its wet streets glistening under the flickering neon lights. Angélique, secret agent extraordinaire of the MD16 spy agency, entered her apartment, her stilettos clicking on the polished wood floor. She tossed her coat onto a chair and slipped out of her dress, revealing a gorgeous lingerie set by Marlies Dekkers - her feminine armor beneath the steel and shadows of her trade.
Her sharp eyes immediately spotted the package on her desk. It came with a note, folded with military precision, the penmanship as familiar as the man it came from. Roman Kane. He was a counterspy, a grey fox with a penchant for bending rules—and her will. Their past was a series of stolen kisses and dangerous liaisons. The last time, she’d left him cuffed to a radiator in Prague.
"Slip this into your slip. Hotel Noir, Room 33. Midnight. Your pleasure is in my hands."
Carefully, she opened the package to reveal a smooth, streamlined object with sensual curves. It fit perfectly in the gusset of her panties. She felt a tingling sensation in her lower belly. “Game on, Roman,” she whispered, her lips curling into a suggestive smile.
The elevator doors of Hotel Noir opened with a ding, and Angélique got out, enjoying the delicious friction of the object in her panties with each step. A black raincoat, red latex gloves - Angélique was dressed to kill.
Room 33. The door was slightly ajar. Her instincts sharpening, she dropped her coat. There she stood, in a stunning red-hot bra and matching panties, perfectly framing her gorgeous curves. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a lamp casting long shadows across the luscious damask pattern on the burgundy walls.
"Roman?" she called out, her voice low, but commanding.
He stepped from behind the door, holding up a beautiful circular object, a rosé gold ring encased in matte black silicone. A perfect match with the mysterious object between her thighs. "Are you ready?" he asked.
Before Angélique could answer, he pressed the ring. A gasp escaped her lips as the object came to life with a tantalizing tremor. He controlled the vibrations like a maestro. She felt her knees buckle. Resistance was futile. “Oh, Roman” she said, her voice a mixture of lust and surrender. As she felt the pattern of pulses intensifying, waves of extasy melted her core.
Afterwards, he held her close as the rain pattered against the window. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispered in her ear. “To put a ring on our passion. No missions and lies. Just us.”
"My undercover lover," Angélique purred, and pulled him in for a long, hot kiss.
