Thank you everyone that has read and left a comment. Things heat up for our Sexy Dynamic Duo. This has been fun to (re)write but I started a new semester of school this week. So the brain is working overtime. I hope all the bases are covered. Enjoy!

The Truth Shall…

PART 3

Awareness of my weak points helped me keep my personal power. I have witnessed too many colleagues swallowed by their own Achilles heels. However, the double misfortune of a truth serum plus the Muresitna had not been factored into the equation. One would force the truth and the other would loosen our inhibitions and constraints.

I sauntered over to Soren. "Isn't there any another way we could settle this? Decide upon a more satisfactory conclusion?"

In our line of work, you had to be willing to do just about anything in the name of justice. However, I had never gone as far as intercourse. I would always found a different route before things reached that level. To my knowledge, John had been faithful to his girlfriend Kara for three years. Now that we were in the midst of this unique crisis, was our luck running out?

My normally cautious, purely professional demeanor was slipping over the precipice. Then I saw it, that spark in Soren's eye. He was questioning himself. Or like most men, thinking with his dick. Admittedly, there was a mutual attraction, a mutual promise that perhaps I would give in to his advances.

Soren sat down and I sat across his lap. I was wrapped around him; my feet did not seem to touch the ground. Everything was shiny, and bright with possibilities. Resistance took a back seat.

"Min söta angel," he whispered just for my hearing. "Joss, I would like nothing better than to fuck you beyond comprehension. However, we both know you are just a tease. You would try to kill me the first chance you got."

Exactly. With my jade hairpin, or the reinforced heel of my boots – I had a number of hidden weapons at my disposal. Like my personal mind reader, he suddenly pulled out my hairpin, letting my long, dark hair swish down past my shoulders and handed the accessory to Yelena. She stuck it in her own straight bob with a flourish.

He had his own game plan and stubbornly stayed on that course. He got up, gently letting my feet touch the ground and then backed away. In the next few minutes, he took the opportunity to question us about a couple international secrets including the whereabouts of the missing NSA information leaker Edgar Plowden.

Thankfully, he asked questions we did not have answers for and we kept silent.

"You two! That's a great defense, but only temporarily effective," Soren said, amused. "Joss, before you strip, I want you to take off John's clothes. A naked man is a defenseless man."

How clever and smart, two the things that I appreciated in a man. This was the wrong man, unfortunately. Not only had he not changed his mind about me stripping, he now added the task of stripping Reese of his clothing.

"Joss, do you want to take off John's clothes?"

"Do you, Soren?"

That got a quiet laugh from the group. Nevertheless, he would not stop until he got something or we were somehow neutralized.

"Yes. But not for an audience of fucked up criminals, my dear Soren," I said without hesitation.

I didn't miss that John's head snapped back in surprise. I had never shared my true feelings with him before. We were in the midst of a botched operation and our lives in jeopardy, but the fact that I was attracted to him held the whole of his attention. I knew he had my back, but he had never made an obvious move on me. However, how many times had I wondered about a comment or gesture, only to end up talking myself out of seeing more than friendship within him.

"Start the task I gave you," Soren said quietly.

I slowly went over to John. His expression told me he was in disbelief about what was happening.

"Everyone has to go," I challenged. Knowing Soren would not be fool enough to leave us completely alone, I added, "Only you can stay."

My eyes were on John only. We were on the same page:there was no clean way out of this. Not to mention the aggravation of the chemical influence that elevated our situation. We were soon left with only Soren, as the others were reluctantly exited the room.

"John..." I began. But what the hell could I say? I mean, taking off his clothes wasn't that big a deal, right? I wasn't exactly in a rational thinking space.

Let's get started, I thought. First, the restraints Marcus had put on his wrists had to go. I ran my fingers through his hair almost without thinking. It was just one our things. I gripped the bottom edge of his soft, charcoal sweater and lifted it up over the muscles of his stomach and chest. When he lifted his arms, I pulled it up over his broad shoulders. He was now shirtless with an upper body that was fetching enough to lick. Repeatedly. Never taking my eyes away from his, I undid his belt buckle. He lightly kissed my forehead, a sign he was with me, another one of our things.

I forcefully undid the button, took down the zipper of his black pants, and slid them down. His boots and socks were next. He stood in only his black boxer briefs.

"John, what are you thinking?" Soren's voice boomed from across the room.

"I'm thinking about how I want to make love to Joss, like I've always wanted to, if she would have me," He said to me. "But how I also want fuck her, hard and fast. Most of all I'm thinking about how I'm going to kill you when we get out of this."

This was my John. Or at least John, with his inhibitions deleted.

Soren laughed. "There is no way out of this. It will be hours before your inept organization finds you. If we weren't here…If it was just you and Joss, what would you do?"

"I would carry her over to the bed. I'd lower her down, strip off all of her clothes, and proceed to kiss over her entire beautiful body."

"What else would you do?" I was saying before I could stop myself.

John gave me a dangerous smile. "I would get my first taste of you. And I would work on you until you came, at least twice. Then I would fuck you into oblivion. All night, trying every position imaginable."

Well, damn.

Soren did not say another word. Or maybe he did, any awareness of him had disappeared.

Reese is a passionate and thorough soldier and his kissing was no different – nice, full tongue action, soft lips, and strong embrace. I felt a surge of longing below. I dragged my hand down his chest, down his body, down further and gripped his impressive package. I had seen him naked before, but never experienced him. I was sure being with him would be a life-changer.

When we broke the kiss, he looked at me, surprised. This was not the public me, the professional Joss Carter. This was closer to the freak-in-the-sheets-Joss that appeared only behind closed doors revealing herself. It was introducing another part of myself to him.

Then I bent down and with a tug, slide the underwear down that lovely, trim ass and those athletic legs. I slowly rose up to meet John's now completely naked frame. He was beautiful and fuckable, a work of art with his now rigid, thick magic stick between his legs. I stood on shaky legs. I shouldn't be turned on, given the situation. My body wasn't listening, however. I was soaking wet and weak by now. Honestly, I did not care about anything but John Reese and having my ultimate way with him.

I didn't get much time to marinate on seeing John naked. It was my turn. John stood behind me and held me to his frame. I closed my eyes. His firm cock, dug into the small of my back. A deep, eager moan escaped my lips and I was too far gone to care if anyone noticed. His strong hands unbuttoned my white top. He slipped it off my shoulders, then he began to unbutton my black pants…I slipped out of my outer clothing and I stood in wine-colored lace lingerie.

John easily unhooked my bra, and dragged the tips of his strong, able fingers down my spine. My skin responded with the requisite shivers. He stood in front of me and took the soft cups of my bra from my hands, leaving me topless. He gave me an appreciative look, before slowly sliding my panties down my hips and until I was also naked.

"Joss, do you like when I do this...?" He caressed my breasts and gently squeezing my nipples between his thick fingers. A surge of longing went through me.

"Yes." What an understatement that was as a quiet moan escaped my lips.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes…Except, we have to take care of something," I said, suddenly aware of our guest again.

Soren, in frustration had turned away. Bad move. Reese was able to reach a heavy glass vase from a side table and cracked it right at his head, and took his gun. A guess this naked man is not so defenseless. He dragged the unconscious Soren into the bathroom and bound his hands and feet.

"Now—let's finish what we started," John said, hastily pulling me toward one of the beds.

This was against all of our extensive training and protocol. Giving into temptation had overwritten our normal senses until the "you know better" decisions became lesser choices among our immediate options.

Effectively shocked, I don't get shy very often but I suddenly felt like a schoolgirl at her first school dance.

(END OF PART 3 – TO BE CONTINUED…)