Bursting into the study, Alec busied his hands alternating between cupping her face against his and running those same hands up and down Max's back, kissing her in a frenzy. When they got close to the desk, he hoisted her up into sitting position and dove into the deep vee of her dress mouth first.
Christ, yes. Max held him to her chest by the back of his head and leaned back a bit on the desktop. Her legs fell open a bit more, and Alec filled the space, pressing against her. His tongue darted out to flatten against and tease the tantalizing curve of the part of her breast that wasn't covered by the dress. She whimpered something just shy of a moan.
Alec raced back to her mouth and Max surged forward to kiss him. This one wasn't like the one at the gala - all sweet and fake-high off of an engagement. This one was rough, their mouths and hands battling for passionate equality. She opened her mouth, tilted her head to the side, and deepened their kiss. Max could taste the Sweet liquor on his tongue and was somewhat thankful he hadn't started the cigar yet, and she knew she needed to get that disc from the garter and stick it under the desk, but her brain stopped short when Alec slipped both hands up the side of her dress, his warm hands continuing up her thighs until he reached her ass.
He scooped her roughly toward the edge of the desk, where her open legs met his hips, and she felt her nipples tingle, begging for attention. She was barely aware that she'd unbuttoned his shirt and had pulled the tails out of his pants when he gasped out of the kiss, breathless, pupils blown wide with lust. It was only then that she realized he'd untied her dress and pulled the sides open, leaving her heart beating fast in a heaving chest, and her heated skin bared to him.
Simultaneously grateful and disappointed she'd worn underwear, Max felt the strain of his arousal as his eyes took a long gaze down her body. Her nipples hardened, too, as if to shout to him how cold they were in the air conditioned space, and how easily he could rectify that situation with those velvety lips and - she hoped - skillful tongue.
Almost as if he'd been out if his mind and returned to himself for a brief second, Alec's eyes cleared with the dawning information he remembered he needed to tell her, and he muttered in a whisper, "Cameras."
She'd heard the little whirs, too, but couldn't find where they were. She nodded shortly, unsure if there were any in here. But if there were some in the dining or hallway, or in the solarium, then the Congressman was probably a paranoid man who had them throughout the estate.
She saw the cogs in Alec's brain working the same scenario. They still needed to place the disc, and she wasn't sure if their conversation would be picked up by cameras or not, so they had to be selective of what they shared, and how.
The information about the chief of police could wait until they were truly alone. The disc was the most important piece right now, and it was unlikely - if there was a camera in the study, which there probably was, considering it was a room with possibly sensitive information in it - that they would have much longer to place the small piece. Having assessed the scenario, Max's eyes opened wide in a silent question: you ready to perform?
Alec licked his lips and paused, staring down her body again as if committing one last look to memory, something akin to resignation crossing his features. He met her eyes again and they flashed back to Handler Alec's carefully calculating mask.
"Then let's give them a good show," she said, eyes sharp and piercing into him. A predatory smile spread slowly on her face as she reached out to grab his hands, dragged him forward back into the vee her legs made, and placed one hand on the side of her neck and the other on her breast.
He understood the challenge and difficulty. He needed to retrieve the disc and find an inconspicuous niche in which to hide it.
He rubbed his thumb over the peak of her nipple through her bra, and Max let her head fall back as if she was thoroughly enjoying this torture, which truth be told, was right out of her fantasy. Her daydreams usually involved him tonguing the column of her neck while leaning her back with his hand, and tongue-crawling over her from neck to clit, where he'd bury that smart mouth so deep she'd feel him humming through her core.
Which was why she gasped in erotic shock when one hand started to push her neck and shoulder gently back, and his lips found their way between her breasts, his tongue danced down her stomach, and his mouth hovered over her black lace panties. The bridge of his nose bumped against her clit and she sucked in air sharply through clenched teeth.
Grabbing at his hair, Max held him against her sex with only a thin layer of fabric between reality and fantasy. She wanted him to go down on her so badly she could barely stand it. When he hooked his fingers at the waist of her underwear, she instinctively tried to lift her hips to get her pelvis closer to his face. He slid the black lace over her cheeks and down her legs.
Oh my god, she thought, growing slicker between her folds and her heart pounding ferociously in her chest. Finally, she was about to learn what he meant when he'd told her there were other things his mouth could do.
He started to kiss his way back up her legs, alternating between sides, tongue searching upward, warm hands caressing her shins, her knees, her thighs. When he finally reached her bare sex, itself a mere inch from his mouth, hot breath puffing against her lower lips, he skipped over her lower half entirely and crawled up onto the desk between her legs.
Oh this is so much better, she decided. She pushed at the lapels of his jacket, and he acquiesced, reaching one arm backward to let it out of the sleeve, then did the same with the other. Max's hands rubbed sensually over his chest, and down toward his belt. Sliding the leather through the loop, she felt Alec's hand move between her legs to help her with his belt, and as soon as the belt was undone, the button and zipper were next, and then her fingers rubbed against his boxer-brief-clad erection. Just the few inches of him that she could reach were already hard as steel, and she felt her whole body respond like it craved him. She needed to touch him anywhere, everywhere, lick him sensually until he understood how painfully horny heat made her, burrow her nose into his skin, listen to his voice and the pleasurable moans and helpless groans she made him make, watch the way he grit his teeth and screwed his eyes shut as he moved inside of her.
It was quiet in the room, but Max had never heard anything as sweet and satisfying as the sound of Alec's ragged breath and carnal groan when the tip of his thumb pressed against the already wet nub of her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she whined. If he was testing the waters, he just found out she was goddamn warm and ready.
But then his thumb was gone and her fingers couldn't reach him anymore, and his breath was no longer strained. Before she had a mind to voice her protest, another voice interrupted loudly. "There you are!"
I'll fucking kill her, Max thought, the fog of her lust lifting as she heard Colleen's voice.
"You gonna give the rest of us a turn?"
Alec zipped up and buttoned his pants, and turned in place to block Colleen from seeing Max laid out on the desk like his own personal sex buffet. Though, Max honestly would not have minded if Colleen had been mere minutes later and had seen the two of them fucking like wild rabbits. Some cavewoman part of her would have reveled in the whole possessive aspect of that scenario.
But the Congressman's wife wasn't two minutes later, she found them now; and she hadn't walked in on Alec and Max in flagrante, she had walked in on Edward and Eva, getting busy. It was that sobering thought which brought her full-stop back to her cover. She scrambled to cover herself and hid behind 'her man' while his mouth suddenly came back to life.
"Colleen," he feigned surprise. "What are you doing here?"
But his surprise could have been real. Max was in fantasyland and hadn't paid much attention to the clacking high heels the large-chested woman wore, but Alec could have been distracted, too. It was equally likely that he had heard her and stopped their feverish groping in a perfectly orchestrated ruse. If that was the case, then she realized why he was such a great Nova - he had her fooled, too. Thoroughly.
"What am I doing here? What are you two doing here?"
Alec sent a quick glance to Max. His pupils were returning to normal size, and his hands moved to button up his shirt most of the way. "I don't think we need to explain it," he mocked.
"You thought you'd just steal away and have a quickie with your girlfriend in my husband's study?"
"Fiancée," Max corrected, tying the wrap closed over her chest. She hopped off the desk and scanned the room for her panties. "And no, sorry, we don't feature swapping."
Colleen eased further into the room. "What, you're the only one who's allowed to be well-fucked? How about a three-way?"
Max almost scoffed. Thankfully, Alec took it from there, because if Max continued, she might get a little too aggressive with the pathetic woman.
Alec picked up his suit jacket and Max's panties. He faced Colleen, swinging his arm back and handing Max her underwear. "I don't know a kinder way to say this. I'm flattered, but I'm not interested. I'm a one-woman kind of guy, and my one woman is her." He gestured behind him, where the transgenic brunette was stepping through the leg holes of the underwear with heels still on. Difficulty level: seven.
Well, that ought to put a stop to the other woman's incessant attempts to throw herself at him. Max hoped.
"Too bad," the congressman's wife said, folding her arms over her ample cleavage. "Teddy offers a special deal if you join the club. Price goes down by over twenty thousand each."
"I'm afraid that's too expensive a cost," Alec said, masterfully presenting himself as if he knew what these weapons were. Had to be something much bigger than specialty guns if the mere discount for each could be twenty thousand.
This mission seemed to be going downhill fast, and Max chewed her lip for a moment. Could they really afford not to join the swingers club? She wasn't about to undermine Alec by suggesting the exact opposite of what he just said, but she realized a moment later when her underwear passed the garter that the disc was gone, which meant Alec had removed it during their... performance... and hid it, all without her knowing.
She smiled a mixture of surprised and impressed, and slid her own carefully crafted mask over her features - this one meant to disguise her emotions from her handler. He had incredible focus to the operational task at hand, and a crazy facility with his hands and mouth. His split focus must have been honed to perfection over the years.
"Sorry, Colleen," she started, walking in front of Alec, her voice sugary sweet, "but I don't share well with others." Turning to face him, she reached her hands up to his shoulders, stood on her tiptoes, and slanted her mouth over his possessively, immediately slipping her tongue into his mouth for a sustained kiss.
His lips were so goddamn soft and pliable. She loved kissing him, and as his arms came around her and pulled her body tight against his, she could feel the hard planes of his chest against her thrumming body, his strong thighs against hers, and his ever-hardening shaft reaching out for her as if he could bust through several layers of clothing.
Breaking their liplock, Alec dragged his cheekbone across hers and pulled away. He kissed her softly one last time and took her hand in his. "Let's go home, babe."
