The Forever Mission

He's Crazy

Confused over why you're dealing with this madman, and also why Nash's hand is on your thigh during such an important meeting, you decide to attempt to focus on what Logan has to say.

"We're very qualified and-"

His voice trails off as Nash's hand moves further up your thigh, near your crotch area. Something inside you is telling you to stop him, but also you want him just as badly. The whole 'just friends, but fun ones' hurts you a lot, but at times like this it's worth it. He playfully slips his hand into your legging wast band and uses one finger to slide around your lips, hitching your breathe. 

"-It would be safe, and our subjects would be fully aware of what's happening."

With a separate finger, he rubs your clit back and forth, making you conscious of your breathing patterns and trying to ignore the permanent gleam on Nash's face. You have to bite your lip to stop you from moaning, which is of course very unprofessional in front of Logan. Without hesitation, Nash moves both fingers and slides them into you, burying his figers deeper and deeper into you until he curls his hand inside of you making you moan. 

"Owohh-, Jesus christ that sounds amazing!" You cover up, still pretending to listen to him. Joth should be listening to the conversation, and the heavy breathing is just a result of being nervous anyway. Nash continues to slide in and out of you, making you fidget and continue breathing heavily. Suddenly without warning, he withdraws himself completely and sits normally like he's listening to Logan. You swiftly look at him in lust, hoping he can sense you begging for more. 

"I do hope you have somewhere to stay tonight for overnight? I'm sure we can set you up a luxurious night for you both." Logan smiles as he looks back and forth at you.

"Yep, definately" you agree straight away.

Logan stands up from the chair and walks over to his phone where he asks them about you staying over the night. "Fantastic, I'll see you again tomorrow for the tour. Good evening, Mr and Mrs Smith"

You all shake hands again and leave the compound via a door right outside of the reception which leads onto a lift taking you above the land, then onto the streets of central London, still pitch black. A black taxi pulls up opposite you with the same young man in the butler outfit, who still doesn't raise his head to talk to you, who takes you to your hotel on Embankment.