Chapter 6
After breakfast, Adam offered to do the washing up, considering he hadn't made the breakfast, and Dani happily accepted his offer, and sat on the kitchen counter-top by the sink whilst he did so.
"Why do you think someone wanted to kill the Iranian President?" she asked.
"I'm not sure, but there's any number of reasons why. Just pick any country that could be affected by the deal and I guarantee there's a bunch of extremists in it ready to kill any talk of a deal between us and Iran," Adam replied. Looking up at her, he said, "Hopefully they'll have ID'd the two assassins by now so we'll at least know where they're from, if not who they're working for."
"And then what? Surely we can't just let them get away with it?"
Adam shrugged. "It's not really my decision. Harry will have to talk with the Home Secretary, potentially the Foreign Secretary and DG as well. They'll decide on the best course of action."
"Will the deal still go through?"
"Who knows? Iran might decide to pull out of talks altogether. We were so close this time though; it seems that we're always taking one step forwards and two steps back when it comes to foreign relations..." Adam sighed and dried his hands, having finished the washing up.
"It bothers you, doesn't it?" Dani asked gently, resting her hands on his shoulders as he stood between her legs and rested his hands on her waist.
"It frustrates me, yes. Politics isn't easy or simple by any long-shot, but I sometimes wish it would be."
He leant forward, his hands skimming up under her over-sized shirt and up her sides. Dani felt her heart start to race again at his touch. Adam, apparently aware of her increased heart-rate, grinned to himself and quickly claimed her lips with his. She moved her hands to the nape of his neck, knotting her fingers in his thick blonde hair as she kissed him back harder. She felt his hands slide down into her shorts and gasped as he began to stroke her gently with his fingers. He dipped them slightly inside her, making her squirm at his touch and tighten her hold on his hair.
"Damn it, stop doing this to me. You're making me want you again."
Adam smirked. "Well I want you again too, so..." He kissed her urgently again, pulling off her shorts and discarding them on the floor, while her hands got to work on undoing his trousers and sliding them off, along with his boxers. He was already hard; there was something about her that just turned him into an overly-hormonal teenager all over again. Dani wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him to rest at her entrance. Unable to wait any longer, he slid into her. The counter-top was at the perfect height for them both; Dani moved forwards so she was closer to him as he began to thrust into her, his hips dipping and rolling against hers, his lips hot on her mouth.
"Oh God, Adam," Dani muttered breathlessly against his lips as she felt the pleasure heighten within her. He groaned aloud as she became wetter and tighter around him, the feel of it causing him to speed up his thrusts until they were almost ridiculously fast.
"Adam, please, I need to come," Dani begged impatiently, pushing her body harder against him desperately.
He reached down between them, and with a finger began to rub circles around her clit. It had the desired effect; she instantly held onto him tighter and cried out his name as she came hard and fast, the feel of which pushed him over the edge, her name on his lips.
They stayed in the same position until they had recovered and their breathing had returned to normal. After a while, Dani looked up at him. "I'm never going to be able to look at my kitchen in the same way ever again."
Adam laughed, still slightly breathlessly in response.
"Tell me again, how did we get from talking about politics to having sex?" she continued.
"I can't remember." He grinned at her. "Maybe you'll have to remind me." With that, he scooped her up off the counter-top and carried her into her bedroom again.
