What do you do when your heart yearns for something your mind can't embrace? How do you tame the feelings that keep surfacing for someone special, knowing you're committed to another?
Ana Rose embarks on a new journey as a secret agent. Although she...
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As I sit above him, our gazes lock, and I notice a mix of surprise and hesitation in his eyes. He seems almost mesmerized, yet I can sense his reluctance to dive into anything passionate right now.
"Ana, I'm so tired... I would love nothing more than to make love to you, but..." he says softly, his voice filled with regret.
"Okay..." I whisper, disappointment clear on my face. A flicker of frustration crosses my expression as I pull away from him. I quickly grab the backpack filled with the clothes he had carried for me during my rescue and retreat to the bathroom, feeling his eyes on me—tinged with guilt for having let me down.
"Please don't be mad at me..." he calls softly, his voice thick with sadness, but I choose to remain silent, letting his words linger in the air.
As I step back into the room, I find him still awake, likely waiting for a chance to apologize. However, when his gaze lands on me, clad in my alluring black stockings, his expression shifts dramatically. His eyes widen in surprise—an intense fire igniting within them.
I move with deliberate slowness, my hips swaying enticingly. The soft satin of my short gown clings to my curves perfectly, enhancing the beauty of my long legs and adding elegance to my every move.
I can feel his gaze burning into me as a playful chuckle escapes his lips. "Why did you put stockings on? Are you planning to sleep in those?" he teases, a mischievous grin forming.
Frustration flares within me at his irony—he's clearly captivated by the sight yet resorts to childish banter. I remain silent as I glide over to the bed, turning off the overhead lights and leaving only a dim lamp to cast a sultry glow across our silhouettes, making everything around us feel more intimate.
He shifts closer, wrapping his arm around me. "I'm sorry for the joke," he murmurs, his voice softer now. "You look incredibly beautiful. Are you trying to drive me wild now?" His hand drifts down to my thighs, fingertips grazing the smooth fabric of my stockings.
A mischievous smile dances on my lips as I swiftly snatch his hand away. "Not so fast, sir. You're not allowed to touch it. Go to sleep; you're exhausted."
He smirks, the playful glint in his eyes intensifying. "Actually, I think I've just changed my mind..."
"Is that so?" I reply, feigning arrogance. "Then how about you dress up for me, like you're gearing up for a mission?" my tone is teasing, yet brimming with expectation.
"What? No, just let me cuddle up next to you," he pleads, his voice soft and sweet as his hand reaches out, trying once more to find its way to my thighs.
I firmly push his hand away again, turning my back to him. My dress lifts slightly, showcasing just a hint of my ass. A smile creeps onto my face, hidden from his view, as I hear his exasperated sigh. "Fine..." he mutters, a mix of frustration and desire in his tone.
