Seducing The Enemy

…In a haze of desire, he stumbled to the bed where she waited. His shaft was hard as a rock, straining against his breeches. She ran her hands up the length of his cock, making him groan with desire, before slowly undoing the buttons, then untying his drawers. The tips of her breasts brushed his chest as she pushed his pants and drawers over his buttocks. He sat to strip them off, along with his stockings, then reached for her.

He cupped her breasts in his hands and her nipples hardened under his touch. She sighed with apparent pleasure.

Though hot with desire, he found it difficult to accept his easy conquest. “What brought you here, Sally?”

She gazed at him with her whiskey-brown eyes. “I want you, Jack,” she said, her voice low and husky. “Is there any reason to doubt that?”

He pushed back the covers and reached down to cup her mound. She opened her legs wider to his questing fingers. Her slit was slick with desire. “No, love, no doubt at all.”

She squirmed against his hand. “Why did you ask?”

“Philadelphia is riddled with rebel spies. For all I know, you could be one.”