The Mediterranean Deal - 003 (

Hamilton watched her intently but she ignored him, letting her gaze
drift down to the marina. A boat was chugging out and heading for the
channel. She shifted a little on the bench, spread her legs slightly
wider and there was a brief pause while she found the spot she sought.
She gasped at her own touch, relishing the sensations that rushed
through her body. "You bastards made me go a whole month without
this." She vowed she would never wait even a whole week again. How
could anyone remain chaste? It was enough to drive any sane person out
of their mind.

Her need was so great that she reached the plateau of her orgasm
quickly, and she held herself here, knowing that she could bring on
blessed relief whenever she wanted now. Her face was flushed, and her
breathing was ragged.

"We want it to look like I've been raped, agreed? When you hold me
down and take me, the bruises will be fresh," she explained. "If you
guys take me now, and if the mission begins later this week, just for
instance, there'll be some older bruises too. Wouldn't that look
more... convincing?"

She gasped again in frustration, because relief was so close.
Masturbation was not what she needed exactly, but it would do. Anyway,
she was too far along the path to turn back now. "In France they call
orgasm 'Le petit mort,' the little death," she panted. "Did you know
that? Right now, I could die a thousand times."

It took a great deal to faze Hamilton, but she could tell that his
mind was in turmoil. Nevertheless, he was trained to make decisions
and he did not let her down.

"Stop," he commanded. "You win. Go to your room."

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