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Warnings: Swearing, Citrus (oh my yes lol)
I do not own This Means War :_:
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They were on the jet to Dublin, making use of the privacy afforded. Chloe's flowing and lose skirt allowing Tuck easy access to his goal. She moaned softly as his fingers played, both of them amused at the thought of being part of the mile high club. Then she was over him, gripping the chair tight as his hips bucked and the jet continued to Ireland.
To keep up appearances a limo met them at the airport a jovial older man named Andrew helping them with their luggage. The swank and flashy Aston Martin was parked at the hotel they would be staying in for the next few nights before the gala. Tuck tipped their driver as well as the bell hops and the concierge who welcomed them to the opulent hotel. "Thank you darling and could you have your best Moscato sent up with ice…" Tuck drawled in the haughtiest voice she'd heard. They were multi billionaires after all best, as said keep the cover.
Chloe pretended to be aloof and interested in her freshly manicured nails as she stepped to him, "Fresh fruit would be lovely too dear don't you think." She simpered and the Concierge nodded.
"Of course pet."
"Anything else sir?"
Tuck waved him of with an easy smile, just b/c he was playing at rich didn't mean he had to be a jerk. Then they were alone and Chloe went to unpack the ice blue dress and blonde wig she'd wear.
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He was dragging the fresh fruit along her skin to her panty line as they enjoyed the king size bed. Then he was licking up the trail and her fingers clenched in his hair as her back arched. Her ink had mostly healed and he enjoyed tracing the pattern with his lips. His hand came down on her ass after he pulled her panties off and he took her from behind.
Her hands clenched to fists in the sheets as she screamed her enjoyment into the pillows below. "Oh god ah shit…oh god", Chloe cried and he asked if it was too much. She just swore and begged for more. There was a nervous kind of excited energy flowing around them and she knew they needed to let that out before the mission.
"My naughty girl, like this don't you luv", Tuck growled and when she didn't respond he spanked her and asked again before pulling her hips back and slamming into her. She replied with a groan of, yes, screaming into the pillow as her world shattered.
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The car sped through the hillside as Chloe checked and rechecked the clip in her gun before replacing it in her black clutch. The wig was itchy, her skin warm as Tuck concentrated on driving the topless car. He looked so sexy in his Armani tux, she wanted to beg him to pull over right here and have a go. Last night had been electric and she would be happy for a repeat of that level of passion. They had a job to do however, and so she stayed quiet.
The castle was daunting, all eyes on her as they were announced and her coat was taken. The blue faded from dark to light as it traveled down her form. The top held around her neck by a strand of rhinestones. Black strappy heals gave her height as she descended the steps to be greeted by the parties host. They danced and danced, Tuck leading her around the floor, gaining attention and drawing a crowd. "You look amazing darling." The brit breathed as he dipped her low, pulled up and spun her from him and then back to his arms. The crowd around them clapped until a waiter called that dinner was served.
"Showtime…" Chloe whispered and Tuck nodded as she left for the balcony, Tuck watched with a smirk as she swan dived from the platform and he took off at a hurried jog down the stairs to meet her at the bottom floor. He let her in through the window as she unhooked the zip line from her waist.
They were in a harshly lit hallway with shiny onyx walls. Tuck made the first step forward only to break into a run as a laser alarm system flashed to life behind him as he went. "Hold on luv I'll see if I can…" The brit called and trailed off in an awed stupor as she ran from the other end of the hallway and dropped to her knees. Rolling back so she was almost literally in two, she slid just below the lasers reach.
"You were saying", Chloe laughed as he helped her stand and she pressed a button on the device ops had given her, turning off the laser grid. The brit just shook his head with a smile as he kept look out and she scrambled the lock on the safe. When it opened, priceless jewels twinkled at her, but all she grabbed was an unassuming black box and shut the door. There was a USB stick inside and Tuck watched with silent amusement as she shoved it into the key-hole opening at the top of her dress. "Collins we have it." She murmured before pulling out the earpiece.
They were headed back up the stairs when two goons descended, eyes on Chloe as Tuck slid into an open door. She was just about to follow when they grabbed her by either arm and informed her that the host's son, Antony, wished to speak with her. She cursed silently, but didn't struggle as they led her to a master bedroom that had been converted to an office.
"Mrs. Delaney, if that is your real name…" Antony purred as he smoothly stood from his seat behind a massive onyx desk. The goons pushed her roughly into a plush chair and tied her hands with a zip tie, before leaving to stand guard outside the door.
Bit shorter of a chapter, next one will be better.
What happens to Chloe and where is Tuck? Review Review Review and you will find out sooner lol.
