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The second she opened the door and his eyes crossed hers, a weird feeling of relief he rarely feels on a regular basis rushed over him. Of course, John Casey chose his life and he enjoyed the work he did for his country, although nobody knows about it. He had accepted this lifestyle would mean loneliness. Since Ilsa, he figured it would be better not to get attached to anyone. The thought of losing her had been the hardest thing he lived through. But the second he saw Alice, his armor seemed to crack until there was a small place for her. In his bed at first. Well, in her bed would be more exact since he would never bring anyone but Chuck and Sarah in his apartment.

She always answered his phone call, even in the middle of the night. She never really asks questions about him. Of course, he did search her in the numerous databases he could use but nothing came up. Just a regular girl. Well, to him, one of the most beautiful girls he has met. Cristal clear blue eyes. Small freckles on her nose when she spends time outside. Long reddish brown hair. He suspected it was not her natural hair color but who cares. Average height, about 5'5. He likes the fact she was much smaller than him; he felt like she was something to protect. Curvy, just the way he likes a woman; his large hands would fit perfectly her breasts, round hips that made her waist looks even smaller.

The second her entered her apartment, his eyes scanned quickly the room; her bedroom door half closed, the bottle of wine opened on the counter, her laptop on the kitchen table, the patio door opened. His hands grabbed under her buttocks and he lifted her easily in his strong arms. Behind him, he heard the front door shut. He crashed his lips on her as she run her fingers in his hair, her fingernail slightly scratching his skin. After years of being on missions and starved from any intimacy, goose bumps appeared on his skin.

He lost no time and sat down on the couch, still holding onto her tightly. Her lips detached his only the time she took her t-shirt over her head. His hands caressed the skin of her back and his expert fingers unhooked her bra. His kisses made their way toward her chest as she dropped her head back, sighing loudly. Within minutes, both of them were naked, not being able to keep their hands of each other. She was on her back as he positioned his erection in her dripping wet center. He entered her in one deep stroke and kept his pace hard and fast. Most of the time, he felt selfish on their night together. He took his pleasure, but he guessed they had similar taste in love making since she came every time. Not that she faked every time. No, he was sure of it. She would arch her back and constricted his erection so hard he would also come in unison.

This time was no different. He could feel her hips meet every one of his thrust. He looked down on her face; her eyes were closed, her opened lips were letting loud moans escaped. He sped his pace, his finger reaching for her clit, hoping she would come at the same time as him. His mind suddenly went blank as he shot his cum. He pulled out, spent, out of breath, and sat back on the couch. She got up and wore his t-shirt. His garment was almost making her a dress, showing slightly her ass when she moved. He always enjoyed seeing her in his clothing. He felt like she belonged it him. She poured him a glass of wine and sat back on his lap, wrapping her arm around his neck.

"Hard day?" she said.

"You have no idea. But you are the best way to end it," he replied, as his hands roamed on her body.