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  Gripping her hips in his hands he increased the speed of his thrusts, hating that he had to end the wonderful feelings so soon, but knowing he didn't have the luxury of indulging himself fully with her yielding softness for long.

  "When I get you to the hotel, we'll do this right," Grant groaned through clenched teeth as he came close to the brink, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing in anticipation of that last glorious moment. He watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared, in and out of her tight pussy.

  Nikki's moans grew louder; loud enough that he winced knowing that at least several rows of passengers were sure have heard the commotion. Her pushing back against him became violent and she clenched her hands against the wall. Mere moments later, her warm juices flooded his cock and ran down his balls.

  "Oh-my-god Nikki," he groaned in her ear, "That feels so good." He gave her several more hard thrusts before he reached his own orgasm and shot his load deep into her with a loud groan. A couple of smaller, yet still very satisfying spurts followed the first.

  Breathing heavily and keeping his arms secure around her waist, he fell back against the wall, taking her with him and shaking the small room as their weight pressed against the thin wall.

  Reluctantly he withdrew from her and hurried to pull his pants and boxers back up and fasten them. As he straightened his clothing, Nikki examined herself in the tiny mirror.

  "You ready?" She inquired, turning back to him.

  "Yeah. You go first and I'll follow a minute behind."

  Giving him a devilish smile she nodded her agreement. Opening the door, Nikki yelped in surprise and took a step back into the washroom, falling against his hard wall of a chest. Looking over her shoulder, and out into the aisle, Grant groaned inwardly. Poised with her fist in the air, seconds away from knocking, was an annoyed looking, red-haired, thirty-something flight attendant.

  Fuck!

  The flight attendant looked from one guilty face to the other as she crossed her arms over her chest.

  "She was sick, I was just…"

  "I know what you two were doing in here," the flight attendant interrupted Grant's excuse. "The whole section knows. I would ask that you both return to your seats immediately." Taking a step back the flight attendant ushered the two deviants out of the washroom.

  "I told you to be quiet," Grant scolded quietly in Nikki's ear, causing Nikki to giggle.

  With dozens of eyes glaring at them and many couples whispering and snickering, Grant and Nikki took the walk of shame back to their seats.

  Chapter 2

  "Are you certain that you wouldn't be more comfortable staying in the car while I have her sign the papers," Grant inquired, with his index finger poised over the buzzer to Diana William's condo. The building was a lavish, high-rise in the heart of San Francisco.

  "Oh, I'm sure, Grant." Even though she hadn't admitted it, her main reason was that she was curious to see what the current Mrs Grant Rivers looked like. Sure, ultimately it really didn't matter. Grant was marrying her in two months time, but still, her curiosity was too much for her to handle.

  Grant gave her a worried glance and pressed the buzzer.

  "Hello?" A very deep, formal-sounding female voice came over the speaker.

  A grin touched Nikki's lips. If her voice was an indication of her looks then Nikki knew she had nothing to worry about. She sounded stern and cold.

  "Ummm. Diana? It's Grant."

  There was a paused for the beat of several seconds. "Grant Rivers?"

  "Yes, may I come up, I have something important I need to discuss with you."

  Another pause, "Of course, I'll buzz you in."

  The buzzer sounded and Grant, preceded by Nikki, made his way into the building and up to Diana's condo. Diana answered immediately after the first knock. To Nikki's dismay, Diana didn't resemble in person anything like the image her voice had led Nikki to expect.

  From Nikki's guess, Diana would be roughly 5'10 in height, with a figure that was thin, but curvy in the right places, with long flowing blonde hair and the deepest forest green eyes Nikki had ever seen. All Nikki could do was gape at the woman who could quite literally have just stepped from the pages of 'Vogue' magazine.

  She didn't seem to notice - or blatantly ignored - Nikki's presence, Nikki wasn't sure which, but instead she turned her focus directly onto Grant.

  "Wow, Grant you are looking as sexy as ever. It's been way too long," she cooed, making Nikki's stomach churn as Diana stepped up to Grant and slid her arms around his neck, pressing her body against him and joining her lips to his.

  Nikki's mouth fell open as she watched the woman attempt to deepen the kiss, but Grant quickly fended her off, taking a step back and placing Nikki between him and the other woman.

  Diana's face registered annoyance as she turned her focus to the shorter woman, who Grant had a protective arm around. "Oh, so who might your friend be?"

  Pulling herself up to her full height of 5'2, Nikki met the other woman's glare with one of her own. "I'm his fiancée, Nikki." She extended her hand for the other woman.

  Running her eyes up and down the length of Nikki the other woman snorted. "I see." Ignoring Nikki's extended hand she stepped back into the condo and waved them both in. "Come on in so you can tell me what brought on this unexpected visit.

  Pfft, like you don't already know, lady.

  Brushing past Diana, Nikki made her way into the lavish condo with Grant trailing closely behind.

  The noise of the door closing sounded behind Nikki, but her eyes were busy examining the living room. It was of a safari theme, which Nikki normally would have considered tacky, but for some reason this wasn't. It screamed class and sophistication, perhaps because everything in the room from the furniture to the paintings to the trinkets screamed money.

  How can she afford all of this?

  Sure, Grant had given her expensive things over the past several months and made good money, but this was excessive. Nikki didn't even want to try and consider how much it cost just for the condo, not even factoring in the cost of the contents. She had to be an heiress of some sort; that was the only explanation Nikki could come up with. But if she was an heiress why in the hell was she risking her life doing field work for the CIA? Strange.

  "Well, sit down." Diana breezed past them and gracefully lowered herself into a large black suede armchair.

  Nikki shot a quick glance over her shoulder at Grant, catching his eye. He nodded and so she proceeded to sit herself on the matching sofa. Grant sat next to her and pulled the divorce papers out from the inner pocket of his leather jacket.

  Diana's eyes immediately landed on the diamond pendant Grant had given her for her birthday, which was nestled between her breasts.

  "What a beautiful necklace," her eyes flicked over to Grant, "Looks oddly familiar. Looks like something an acquaintance of ours owned at one point in time..."

  "T-thank you." Nikki glanced over at Grant, but his expression was blank. Did Diana know the story behind the diamond? How exactly it had come to fall into his hands? That was information he refused to share with her. It was all part of their ‘don't ask, because I won't tell’ policy. She'd become accustomed to swallowing down her questions, knowing asking them would be useless since he refused to answer, always stating it was 'classified'.

  "I don't want to waste your time so I'll get right down to it, Diana," he placed the papers for her to sign on the mahogany coffee table and slid them across to her. "Apparently there was a mix-up at the agency and our divorce papers didn't get processed. I just need you to sign next to the Xs, which are marked and we'll just be on our way."

  "I see," Diana frowned and snatched up the papers though didn't look at them; instead she was staring intently at Nikki.

  Nikki shifted uncomfortably on the sofa and inched closer to Grant. The way Diana was staring at her, with such intensity, she was finding herself more than a little uncomfortable. It was as though Diana was sizing her up.

  "D
id you say your name was Nikki, you look familiar...?”

  "I, ummm...." Nikki glanced nervously at Grant, begging him with her eyes to intervene.

  Leaning forward, the papers still unlooked at and dangling from her fingertips, Diana continued to stare. "What's your surname, Nikki?"

  Ahhh, hell. Why didn't I just stay in the car like Grant told me to? She silently kicked herself for being stubborn and not listening to him.

  "This is my niece, Nikki, that's why you recognize her. I had a picture in my wallet that I must have shown you from her sixteenth birthday."

  A weak smile crossed Diana's lips. "You're marrying your niece, Grant?"

  "I never told you this Diana, but I was adopted. So she's my niece, but not actually a blood relation."

  Diana tapped the tip of her perfectly manicured fingernail against her perfectly straight, white teeth. She was so perfect it made Nikki sick to her stomach and the insecurity crept in once more. Why would he ever want to divorce the woman sitting across from them - she was perfect.

  "Well if the picture you showed me was of her sixteenth birthday then that makes her what... nineteen - twenty?" She glanced over at Nikki for a moment, "Please don't take this the wrong way, honey." She turned her attention back to Grant, "You must be at least fifteen years older than her. Have you thought this through?"

  Nikki could feel Grant's body tense next to hers and shot him a worried glance.

  "Diana, we didn't come here for you to give your opinion on our relationship. We came because I need you to sign the divorce papers." While his tone was steady and even, Nikki could hear the slight edge to it.

  "No."

  Wide-eyed, Nikki's head swung back to Diana. No? She said no? Why in the hell would she refuse?

  "Look Diana whatever you thought we had is over and what I have with Nikki is none of your business, so I'm asking nicely. Please sign the papers so we can be on our way."

  Placing the papers on the coffee table she slid them back across it to him. "No. I think we need to spend some time together." She nodded her head towards Nikki, "Without your niece present – so we can discuss this further."

  "It wasn't a real marriage to begin with, Diana!"

  Nikki placed a hand on his thigh, attempting to simmer his rising temper.

  "Those are my terms, Grant, and the only way I'm even going to consider putting my name on those."

  Looking back and forth from Diana to Grant, both of them with eyes locked onto each other, challenging each other, Nikki groaned. This wasn't going to get resolved like she'd hoped - like they'd hoped.

  Grabbing Grant's hand, she gave it a tug as she stood. "We don't need her to get this done, Grant. Let's go."

  He didn't reply, but stood at her urging. Grabbing the papers from the coffee table he thrust them back into his jacket pocket. "Thank you for being mature about this, Diana," he growled as he and Nikki headed towards the door.

  "If you change your mind about that one-on-one talk, then let me know, Grant," Diana called after them, as Nikki and Grant exited the condo and Grant slammed the door shut behind them in his frustration.

  ****

  "We’ll just have to find another way, Grant, that's all," Nikki assured him as she shrugged off her black overcoat and tossed it to the chair by the hotel room door.

  "Another way will mean we won't be getting married when we've planned to. God knows how long another way is going to take." Removing his three-quarter length leather jacket he tossed it on top of Nikki's overcoat on the chair. "I promised you a spring wedding and I'll be damned if you won't be getting it."

  Nikki's heart warmed, he'd give her the world if she requested it, or die trying. A pang of guilt over the way she'd been acting the past few days hit her. She'd had so much on her mind lately that she supposed he’d become the scapegoat for her frustration.

  Slipping her arms around his neck she pressed her soft, compact body against his hard, muscular one and brought her lips up to meet his. "Let's worry about it tomorrow. I don't want her spoiling our evening together." She ghosted her lips across his, as he slipped her arms around her waist and pulled her groin against his. She could feel his cock hardening against her and a rush of anticipation shot through her.

  "True, we wouldn't want to spoil the night." Slipping his hands under her skirt, he cupped her ass cheeks in his palms and gave them a light squeeze.

  She moaned and rubbed her groin against his, while nipping at his lower lip. "I've missed you these past couple of nights."

  "I wasn't the one denying me sex," he said with a chuckle, deepening their kiss and slipping his tongue past her lips and teeth in search of hers.

  Nikki sighed against his mouth. The feel of his tongue lashing and frolicking with hers, in combination with his hard, thick cock rubbing against her was sending her body into a frenzy of desire.

  "I'm sorry," she gasped as his lips left hers and began making their way down the side of her neck and to her collarbone. She clutched onto his shoulders, her fingers fisting the black cotton button-down shirt he was wearing. His tongue and lips were sending shivers of pleasure through her, starting at her head and ending in a pulsating within her pussy.

  She didn't even realize that he'd been walking her backwards until the bed hit the back of her thighs. With a startled yelp she was sent toppling to the mattress, pulling Grant along with her.

  He caught himself with a hand on each side of her head, keeping the majority of the weight from his massive frame from crushing her, as he settled between her spread thighs. His fingers quickly undid the buttons on her white blouse, although, in his haste, several buttons were sent flying across the room - but neither of them seemed to notice.

  Following his lead and in a desperate need to feel his warm, naked flesh against hers, Nikki's fingers worked frantically at his shirt buttons. She finished with the final button just as Grant's lips reached her collarbone and he started moving lower. Grant flicked open the front clasp of her white satin bra and it sprang apart, revealing her lush breasts to him.

  Nikki pushed Grant's shirt from his shoulders and down over his biceps as he took a moment for his eyes to take in the sight of her heaving chest, her breasts jiggling slightly each time she exhaled. With his shirt gone, Nikki let her eyes feast on the sight of his massive, muscled chest, beautifully-contoured. He inhaled sharply when her finger began to trace the hard lines of muscle.

  His body was amazing to her, due to years in the military and then as a field agent for the CIA. It was toned to perfection. Moving his gaze up from her chest to meet her eyes, a jolt shot through Nikki ending with a throbbing between her legs at the hunger and intensity of his stare.

  "Wait!" She gasped, as an idea came to her mind. She wanted him in her badly, but as far as she was concerned he still owed her and it was time to collect on his little debt. She pressed the palms of her hands to his chest as he started to lower himself down to cover her body with his again.

  Frowning, Grant sat back up. "What's wrong?"

  Propping herself up on her elbows she smiled wickedly. "I think this time you owe me."

  Raking a hand through his short dark hair Grant sighed. "What do you mean?"

  She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and continued to grin. "Well, I recall not too long ago I went on a teeny, tiny little date to keep our little secret and you made me do a strip tease for you. Lifting her leg, she pressed her bare foot to his stomach and gently pushing him up off the bed, "Get to it, champ. It's time for my show."

  Sliding to his feet he crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at her. "Me? Give you a strip tease? Are you serious?"

  "Yeah. Tit for tat, Grant, - it’s your turn to pay up."

  "Oh, come on, Nik," he started to lower himself back to the bed, but again she stopped him, her foot planted on his stomach. Grant groaned, "Nikki, come on." Her already short skirt slid up her thighs to reveal the thin slip of material covering her pussy, which was damp from her excitement.

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sp; Looking down to his crotch, she was pleased to see his massive erection straining against the material of his pants. Unbuttoning her skirt she let the material fall away leaving her naked with the exception of the tiny white satin thong.

  "You know how to dance, you were supposed to take me dancing on our first date if I recall, so go on and show me a little something." When he didn't respond straight away, she pulled aside the thin wet strip of white satin from her pussy and began to stroke herself. "Come on, honey. You let me watch, I'll let you watch..." She cocked an eyebrow at him anxiously awaiting his reply.

  Chapter 3

  Nikki saw the heat intensify in his gaze, followed by a look of resignation crossing his features as he made his way over to the stereo across the room. "Alright, you win. Though I'm not guaranteeing the quality of this little dance," he grumbled.

  She'd seen male strippers once; she'd snuck into a bar for a special show presented by the bar that evening and had loved it. Excitement coursed through her at the thought of Grant being the one giving her the show this time. He had such a gorgeous body that if he hadn't chosen the career path that he had, he would have made a very popular stripper. She surprised herself upon realizing that the thought of him taunting and teasing other women – though, of course, knowing he was coming home to her afterwards - was surprisingly arousing.

  As he selected the music, an upbeat R&B number, she slid her panties down her hips and tossed them to the floor. Reclining back on one elbow, she watched him start to move in time with the music. She slipped a hand between her legs, parting the lips of her pussy to expose her throbbing clit.

  As Grant undid his belt, doing his best stripper imitation, she moaned and dipped two fingers into her dripping core. Grant's eyes watched intently as she finger-fucked herself; rubbing her clit with her thumb as she thrust her fingers in and out of her heated core. Waves of pleasure rushed over her, and she moaned, as she enjoyed the sensations.