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  What is it about men and thigh high hooker-style boots? she wondered as she dressed.

  Once in costume, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and examined herself. Excited blue eyes peered back at her.

  "Hey Nikki I-" Grant stopped dead in his tracks at the bedroom doorway. His mouth dropped open slightly as his eyes wandered the length of his bride-to-be as she turned to face him. His surprised look, suddenly turned to one of hunger as a slight, yet wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I was thinking we would turn in early because we have a flight in the morning..." he scanned her body once more, his eyes hesitating at her breasts. Her tight nipples pressed at the spandex material of the blue blouse. "But perhaps we could postpone sleep for an hour or so..."

  "What about the wager?"

  He grinned and shrugged.

  Nikki loved that look in his eyes. His eyes burned so brightly with desire it made her pussy clench and sent shivers through her. No man had ever been able to make her wet with a look - until Grant.

  As a child she'd admired him and looked up to him as some sort of god-like figure. By the time she had become a woman he had become the bar to which she measured every other man. But none ever came close to him. And tomorrow, he'd be hers to love and honour, until death parted them. It felt like a fairy tale to her, despite all the trials and tribulations they'd had to go through to be together.

  Holding one of the cuffs between her fingers, she let the other drop with a clink as she waved it in front of her, enticing him. "Please lie on the bed with your hands over your head, Agent Rivers."

  "I um," his grin widened, "Yes, Officer."

  "And wipe that grin off your face!" she snapped. She was tempted to giggle as she chastised him, but held it down. Dammit, she wanted to stay in character; at least for the first few minutes.

  "Sorry Officer," he made his way over to the bed and flopped down onto it, his hands behind his head. While the grin was gone she could tell he was fighting hard to keep it from creeping back onto his lips.

  Keeping her expression stern she marched over to the bed, handcuffs dangling from her fingertips and hopped on, swinging a leg over him and straddling his waist. Her naked pussy, which was already becoming wet with her desire, settled onto his bare stomach and his breath hitched as she settled onto him.

  "May I ask why I'm about to be interrogated, Officer?" he asked, raising a brow at her.

  "I'll be the one asking the questions, Agent Rivers. Are we clear?" She suppressed a moan as she reached over him, her nipples grazing his chest through the fabric. She grabbed his first wrist and slapped the cuff onto it. She then hooked the chain around the bedpost above his head before cuffing his second wrist

  "Yes, Ma'am. But, just so we're clear. In terms of the wager, if I am forcibly seduced the win automatically goes to me."

  Nikki had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the thought of Grant being - as he called it - forcibly seduced. "I assure you, Agent Rivers I will have you begging to be forcibly seduced," she whispered in is ear as she finished securing his wrists.

  He chuckled softly and struggled half-heartedly against the restraints.

  Sitting back up, she peered down at him, his hands secure above his head. He was all hers, to do with as she pleased. She liked that idea - a lot. She ran her hands up his chest and the muscles rippled under her fingertips. There were so many scars on his beautiful torso that it tore at her heart. Gunshot wounds, long angry welts from the whip that had torn at his flesh, among various other scars. She closed her eyes and the memories of him being strung up, and the whip tearing into his flesh appeared in her mind's eye, causing her to shudder. I have to stop thinking about it! she chastised herself.

  "Nik? Nikki?" Grant's concerned voice brought her back to the present as she opened her eyes and looked down into his concerned grey ones. He pulled against the restraints, clearly aching to touch her and pull her to him.

  "I'm okay," she whispered giving him a reassuring smile as she stretched out over him, and placed a tender kiss on the side of his neck.

  He groaned. "Nik, I'm concerned..."

  "I'm fine," she muttered as she kissed her way across his collarbone to his chest. "So where are we going tomorrow, Agent Rivers?"

  He chuckled. "I told you. You'll know when we get on the plane."

  "I want to know now," she persisted, she as sat up on him, and wiggled herself down his body so she could undo his jeans. With the button undone, she unzipped the fly and yanked his jeans down quickly followed by his boxer briefs, exposing his thick, hard shaft to her.

  "Patience is a virtue," he chided.

  "Uh-huh." she kissed her way slowly down his chest to his stomach. He hissed through clenched teeth as she got closer to his groin. Once she reached his dick she stopped and sat upright on him. She assumed that by grasping or taking his cock into her mouth or hand, Grant would consider that being forcibly seduced and she'd lose the wager.

  Sitting up on her knees she grabbed the peak of the hat and pulled it off. Removing the pin from her hair she shook it loose. Her hair cascaded down her back in long, dark waves. His eyes darkened and he swallowed hard. She could see in his expression that he was straining for control.

  "You know we can end this now," she gripped the hem of the skirt and lifted it up her thighs so her pussy peeked out from under it, "and this could be yours. Just ask for the keys to the cuffs and tell me where we're going tomorrow."

  Raising a brow at her, he shook his head grinning. "Nah, not going to be that easy, Officer."

  Eyes narrowed, she nodded. "Fair enough, Agent Rivers." Slowly she undid the first of the four buttons on the tight fitting blouse. His eyes followed her fingers as they slowly undid button after button; with each button she could see the fire within his eyes increasing.

  Once undone, she shrugged off the blouse and tossed it to the floor with his jeans. She palmed both of her breasts in her hands, kneading them, pinching the nipples until they were good and tight. Grant watched, transfixed and licked his lower lip. His dick jumped and jerked under her. Damn, she wanted it in her so badly she could feel her dampness starting to slowly run down her inner thighs.

  Liking his reaction she hiked the skirt up fully so it was settled around her waist. His eyes immediately shot down to her shaven mound. Placing a hand behind her, steadying herself on his thigh, she arched her back and slipped her hand between her legs. Palming her mound she watched his expression turn from heated hunger to raging desire in seconds as he clenched his jaw in an attempt to keep from groaning.

  Oh, I'm halfway to winning already, she congratulated herself silently. Letting her head fall back, her back arched, she spread the lips of her pussy and began to stroke her clit, moving against her hand as she moaned softly.

  "Oh that's not fair, Nikki!" he growled, his voice hitching and his cock flexing under her juicy pussy. A clink of metal sounded as he pulled at the restraints.

  Nikki grinned, continuing to pleasure herself as he watched, helplessly. She began to alternate between stroking her swollen clit and dipping her fingers deep within her, stroking her inner wall. She moaned loudly as jolts of pleasure rushed through her, starting at her head and rushing down her spine to throb between her legs.

  His cock jerked and moved under her, anxious to slide deep into her, but it was to be denied. He could have her once he admitted defeat. Nikki moaned louder, partly for show and partly because she was coming closer to the brink. Fuck, she wanted him in her so badly it hurt. She was so tempted to say screw it and impale herself onto him, but she held strong as the tremors rushing through her got stronger.

  She began to buck harder against her hand, her breasts bouncing as she rode her hand, pretending - and wishing - it was his big beautiful shaft. Knowing the agony he was going through, knowing how much he wanted to grab her and toss her to the bed, ramming his cock into her, spurred her on and excited her almost as much as having him thrusting into her.

  "Oh God. Yeah Grant! So goo
d!" she gasped nearing the brink.

  His anguished groan followed by the clink of metal was her only reply.

  Higher and higher she rode her hand until she was cresting the summit. And then, in one sweet glorious moment she hit her climax. She cried out as her pussy contracted and then released, her juices dripping onto her hand.

  Panting, her chest heaving with her breathing rapid she opened her eyes and straightened back up on him. Taking her fingers from her pussy she locked gazes with him, her eyes looking into his tormented grey ones, and she brought her index and middle finger to her mouth. She licked her fingers clean while taking satisfaction in his dark, heated expression of longing.

  "I'm open to negotiation," Grant proclaimed.

  Cocking her head to the side she settled onto his lap, taking a moment to settle herself so that he could feel her dripping juices on his groin. He closed his eyes and groaned lightly. Damn, she loved having this power over him. He was always so strong and so in control, but together - like this - he was hers to command. His cock, oozing with pre-cum, rested between her legs staring up at her, as if pleading with her to relieve him of his anguish.

  "What kind of negotiation?" she finally asked, suppressing a grin of victory.

  "I will concede that you are the victor of the bet, but I will not tell you our wedding location."

  She pretended to consider it. But if truth be known she was aching for him and there was no way she'd be able to hang on much longer. She needed him just too badly at that moment.

  "One time offer and the best I'm willing to do," he added.

  She sighed as she slowly draped herself over him. She placed a series of butterfly kisses up the length of his neck to nip at his earlobe. "Your final offer?'' she cooed in his ear before making her way back down his neck to his collarbone.

  He pulled against the restraints. His body rigid under hers as though it was taking all of his willpower and not just the cuffs to keep from grabbing her, pinning her to the bed under him, and slamming his cock into her.

  ****

  Feeling the moist heat of her sex against him and the touch of her soft body over him was enough to have Grant offering whatever she wanted to be able to have her surrendering to him. He could handle torture of all types, but Nikki was his weakness and the little seductress knew it.

  "So I win?" she inquired, her mouth ghosting his.

  "Uncuff me, honey."

  "Say it first."

  "You win. Anything you want, I am at your disposal," he couldn't keep the grin from touching his lips. The fact was that he was just as happy with her winning as him, happier even, since he was curious to see what she felt was worthy of a prize from him.

  "I like the sound of that, Agent Rivers." She touched her lips to his and he could faintly taste her juices on them. Fuck, it was sexy. If he wasn't so fucking horny from the little show she'd just put on for him he'd have pinned her down and licked every last drop of her nectar, but he needed relief immediately. His balls and cock were so hard they felt as though they were in a vice grip.

  Grant groaned and his hands tightened to fists. Damn, he needed the cuffs gone.

  Reaching into the front pocket of the skirt that was now hiked up around her waist, Nikki produced the key to the cuffs and released his left wrist. He didn't give her the opportunity to undo the second. Nikki squealed out in both surprise and excitement as, in the blink of an eye, Grant grabbed hold of her and flipped her onto her back.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist as he settled between them and swiftly plunged deep into her heated core. She cried out as her pussy stretched to accommodate his sudden, forceful invasion and clung tightly to him.

  "You played really dirty, honey," he chided nipping at her neck.

  "I wanted to win," she moaned holding securely, meeting each of his fast and furious thrusts with her own.

  He placed a string of kisses along her jaw and then claimed her mouth with his own, thrusting harder and faster, accelerating towards his point of no return at an alarming pace. She groaned and bucked against him, her breasts brushing against the massive expanse of his muscular chest as he rammed into her.

  Nipping at her bottom lip, he urged her mouth open and slipped his tongue inside, in search of hers. She whimpered, and her arms tightened around his back as she gave into him, enjoying the feel of his tongue duelling with hers.

  Grant pulled his lips from hers suddenly. "Are you coming with me honey?"

  "Soon."

  "Damn, you feel so good." God, he hoped it was really soon because he was almost there and couldn't bear to hold back, not after the teasing she'd submitted him to. "Hurry, baby!"

  His stomach knotted as he approached the finish line. Slamming hard into her, he groaned as he unleashed a stream of his cum into her needy core. The feel of him filling her was the final straw for Nikki as well. Her legs tightened around his waist, as she pulled him in deeper. She cried out as her pussy contracted around his exploding dick, milking it of every last precious drop.

  "Oh Grant," she sighed as her body relaxed under him.

  "Yes honey." He looked down into her eyes, his body and dick now limp and relaxed.

  "I love you."

  He grinned down at her and gently brushed his lips across hers. "And I love you." He slowly pulled his cock from her and flopped down beside her on the bed, pulling her into his arms. "Even though you play dirty."

  Nikki shimmied out of the tight skirt that had bunched uncomfortably around her waist and tossed it to the floor. "I didn't play dirty!" she defended, but the blush on her cheeks told him she really felt otherwise.

  Grant pulled her tighter to him and kissed the top of her head. "Go to sleep, honey. We have a wedding tomorrow."

  She yawned as she draped a leg over his, the mixture of their fluids dripping from her and onto his hip. Closing her eyes she laid her head on his chest and fell fast asleep.

  Grant watched for some time, stroking her dark hair and admiring the fine line of her body. A smile touched his lips as he noticed the faint bulge that was just beginning to form on her stomach. He tentatively ran his hand along the gentle curves. How could she ever think of herself as fat? Such silly ideas she got sometimes, but he didn't blame her, not with the stress she'd been under lately and he imagined her hormones were beginning to get slightly out of whack as well. They'd work through it, they always did.

  With a sigh, he gave her one last kiss and closed his eyes, forgetting that one handcuff was still secure around his wrist. He was seconds from entering a deep sleep when her screams jolted him back awake.

  Fuck!

  Grant pulled her tighter to him, whispering softly into her ear and stroking her hair. There was no doubt about it, after the wedding if these night terrors didn't stop they'd need to seek professional help. Up until this point she had refused, but he was going to have to put his foot down and demand she see someone. Even if it didn't stop the dreams perhaps it would help her come to terms with killing Diana, which was something she now refused to talk about, but which he knew was bothering her deeply.

  After close to five minutes she settled down once more and began to snore softly, holding tightly to him. Satisfied that she seemed to be at peace in her sleep now, he allowed himself to drift off, but his dreams were filled with anticipation of what he had planned for her - for them - over the next few days.

  Chapter 3

  "Oh, come on! Is the blindfold really necessary, Grant?" Nikki protested as Grant led her up the narrow flight of stairs leading to the inside of a small government plane. He took care to steady her with a hand at the small of her back in case she missed a step.

  "Yes, it is."

  Nikki couldn't see the grin on his handsome features but could hear the good humour in his tone. As much as she wanted to know where they were going and why all the secrecy when getting into the plane, she found the whole mystery surrounding the affair exhilarating. Nothing about Grant was boring or typical. A part of her was concerned that when h
e left the agency for another job, or perhaps took a desk job with them, he might lose that air of mystery and excitement that she loved so much about him.

  "Will you take the blindfold off once we've boarded?" she asked as they reached the final step.

  Silence was his response as they took the last step and boarded the small plane.

  "Grant!"

  A light chuckle answered her and a grin spread across her face. Lately it had been rare to see - well, hear - him this excited about something. He seemed to have the world on his shoulders and it worried her immensely. They were supposed to be partners and he refused to let her in. True, secrecy was a major part of who he was, but it still bothered her. And it sure as hell didn't mean she had to embrace the idea.

  He led her a few steps in and stopped short, she immediately noticed there was a soft, romantic melody playing in the background, along with a sweet smell of roses. Her grin widened.

  "Are you ready?" he asked, moving behind her and tugging at the tie holding the black satin blindfold over her eyes.

  A rush of excitement flowed through her and she giggled. "Yes! I'm ready!"

  He gave the tie a tug and the blindfold fell away. Nikki gasped, a hand going to her mouth as her eyes widened to take in the sight before her. Easily one of the most romantic things she'd ever seen. It was something straight out of a movie.

  There were red roses everywhere; vases of them by the dozen and petals on the floor. Fake white and red electric candles lit the cabin. The candles looked so real she had to look closely to discover they weren't. There was also a stunning breakfast, with a bottle of chilled champagne already prepared and waiting for them at a table positioned between the seats.