Double Agent

  Double Agent

  J.P. Nicholas

  DOUBLE AGENT

  By

  J.P. Nicholas

  Copyright © 2017 by J.P. Nicholas

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Nicole

  I walk into her office, well-aware of the joyous news I am about to receive. I've put my heart and soul into every mundane and lame-ass story I have been assigned…turning each one into something that people could at least find some interest in. And that was no easy task. Now, all my hard work over the last ten years is finally going to pay off.

  I take a seat in one of the two black leather chairs that flank the front of her desk and watch as Sherri finishes up her phone call…I’m guessing it’s with some "bigwig" from upstairs. Sherri is African-American, has black hair, brown eyes, is proudly overweight, and loves to wear anything with an animal print on it. Zebra is her favorite. She claims it helps her embrace her true heritage. And I love how her wacky and spontaneous personality complements my scheduled and uptight one so well. Everything fun I have done in my life has been because of this woman sitting in front of me. And that's why we are best friends.

  I let my eyes wander around the room, allowing myself to imagine it becoming mine. That would be my desk, my lamp, my chairs, my window…God, how nice it would be to finally have a window that looked out on the world. Instead, I usually feel trapped inside this building with no connection to the outside world unless I'm on location, looking for the next boring story to try to make interesting.

  Two months ago, Sherri filled me in that she was leaving the Daily Yorker Gazette, vacating her editing position. Starting that day, I went into overdrive, working fifteen hours a day, helping colleagues correct their grammatical errors in their stories, and even kissing every corporate suit’s ass. That's what Sherri and I call every bigwig in the business. Sherri was the first female editor of this paper, and I am hoping that I can gladly carry on her legacy by becoming the second in what will hopefully be a long line of female editors.

  Sherri rolls her eyes before she hangs up the phone. As she stares at me, I can see her demeanor change from annoyance to frustration. That can't be good.

  "Girl, I am so sorry," she hesitates. Assuming she is talking about the phone call, I chime in.

  "No worries. Those suits can't wait."

  She chuckles, then says, "No. They can wait; they just choose to be insufferable asses who don't want to wait." I nod in agreement.

  "Well, the reason I called you in here today…I'm afraid I have some bad news. I have a direct order from the Big Suit himself. One that aggravates the hell out of me. But one I have to follow nonetheless." The Big Suit is Travis Matthews, the president and owner of the Daily Yorker Gazette. Now I have a bad feeling in my gut, causing my stomach to twist into knots.

  "Just rip it off like a Band-Aid. I can't take the suspense."

  "Okay then. The Dickweed wants me to promote Ben instead of you. I'm so sorry."

  Fuck!

  I try to conceal all my emotions: anger, frustration, disappointment, depression, confusion, hatred, and so-on. I prop my head up, placing my elbow on her desk. Sherri and I have become the best of friends over the past decade. And because of that, I know I can speak frankly and vulgarly when I am around her. In other words, I'm about to curse like a frickin’ trucker and a fucking sailor's devil-spawn child.

  "What the fuck? Miller-the-Filler is getting the promotion instead of me? He literally does nothing around here but take up space! Is this because I don't have a fucking dick?" Sherri nods her head.

  "Big Suit feels the paper has become too feminine. And he plans to rectify that. Since Ben is the only one here with a rod between his legs, he gets the promotion."

  "This is complete bullshit! According to Tina, we all have heels bigger than his dick anyway! And I sure as hell have more balls than he does!"

  "I know, honey. I know. Nobody deserves this spot more than you do. You worked your ass off. Hell, you put this paper on the map. Before I hired you, we weren’t even one of the top one-hundred papers in New York. Now, we’re number twenty-three. You made this paper, and I informed him of that. No luck getting through his male chauvinistic ego though."

  "In my experience, that ego comes with the dick. They’re like a package deal. When does this take place? Is there nothing I can do?"

  Sherri taps her pencil eraser on her chin, pondering my recently proposed question. After about twenty taps, her eyes bug out and a smile forms on her face.

  "That's it! That's perfect!"

  "What's perfect?"

  "You ever heard of Aaron Hunter?"

  "Of course. Who hasn't heard of the infamous King Philanderer himself? His rich ass practically runs New York City." God, Sherri and I sure do have a lot of nicknames for the people we hate.

  "Well, I happen to know he plans to announce that he is going to be running for the Senate in the next couple of days."

  "How do you know that?" Sherri is always well-informed on everything that's going on around town. She is my own personal TMZ.

  "Does it matter? I have my sources. Anyway, I happen to know that the Dickweed loathes him. He hates Aaron so much that he would gladly promote anybody who manages to report a story destroying his chances of becoming a senator. That’s where you come in. Find some incriminating information on His Highness and you've got the job. I’m sure of it."

  "If that’s what I must do, then I'm in. There's just one problem."

  "What's that?"

  "Hasn't this city been trying to take him down for years now? How the hell do you expect me to do it?"

  "'Cuz you're crafty and sly. You’ll take him by the balls and chuck him out the window."

  "Thanks for that visual," I laugh.

  "You're welcome. You can do this. I know you can. The best way is to make him trust you. And the best way to do that is to get into his heart. To get to his heart, you must get through his pants. And I know a gorgeous woman like yourself will have no problem getting in his pants. Especially with knockers like those babies. It's becoming a regular in his life that is going to be the issue."

  "This could be fun. Taking down one chauvinistic asshole, while making another one kiss my ass."

  "My thoughts exactly." We both laugh uncontrollably for the next several minutes before we muster the strength to compose ourselves again.

  "You have exactly three months before I'm gone and Filler gets the job. Make it count. Now, go kick him in the balls, and take out any heifer or bimbo that stands in your way."

  With that being said, we both stand up, say our goodbyes, and I walk out of her office. I close my eyes and suck in a deep
breath. If I am going to do this, I am going to need all the help I can get.

  I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I must do this.

  It is time for me to take matters into my own hands and show a city full of privileged, rich, male-chauvinistic, womanizer assholes that Nicole Parker doesn't have a dick, but she sure has balls!

  Chapter Two

  Aaron

  I know just how to manipulate a woman, and tonight’s lucky lady is no different than any other. Her name is Kimberly, or Katrina, or something that starts with a K. It doesn't matter. Regardless of what her name is, I still want to hear her scream mine at the top of her lungs.

  I force my tongue through her tightly closed lips, making them part. I tilt my head forward, granting me better access to her mouth. Time to go full-on alpha. As I suck on her tongue, she tries to suppress her enjoyment, but the moan escapes from her mouth and vibrates throughout mine. She is fighting her pleasure, but she won't be doing that for too much longer. Not after she experiences all the stages of my fool-proof five-step process.

  Step 1: Mark my territory.

  I send a blazing trail of kisses from her mouth down to her neck, beginning the marking my territory process. This next move is one of my personal favorites. I am experienced enough to know the one section of a woman's neck that, if I suck just right, will drive her positively insane.

  I let my mouth hover over the infamous erogenous zone on her neck, pausing for a moment so she can catch her breath. That way it will be more pleasurable for me when I make her breathless again.

  I lower my lips onto the spot and suck…hard. A high-pitched squeal erupts from her, causing a sense of pride to overtake me. She already climaxed and I haven't even gotten started. Hell, she still has her fucking clothes on.

  Fuck. This is going to be fun.

  I wonder how many times I can make her come before I do. I guess I’ll just have to find out.

  As her body shudders with aftershocks, I rip off her pink blouse, causing buttons to fly all over the place, leaving Victoria's not so best kept secret exposed: a sexy lacy bra. Her breasts are overflowing from the top of it, begging to be released from their prison. With a flick of my thumb, I put them out of their misery and unhook her bra, making her breasts spring into place.

  The woman, whose name I can't remember, starts tugging at the hem of my blue herringbone dress shirt.

  "Please, take this off. Let me see you too," she pants.

  I take my lips off her neck and look down into her deep blue eyes.

  "Not yet. This moment is all about you, sweetheart." I hate that word with a passion. But, in my experience, women fall for that shit every fucking time.

  Step 2: Make her beg.

  She groans in frustration and lets her arms fall back on the bed. I let my gaze fall back down to her breasts. Although smaller than I am accustomed to, they will do just fine. I take one into my mouth, making sure to tweak the pink raspberry nipple with my tongue.

  With each swipe of my tongue, she gyrates her hips into the air, letting me know just what she wants. This one is impatient, and I’m not nearly done teasing her yet. Maybe I should give her something to occupy her for a while longer. With one hard pull, I rip the shirt off my frame and fling it onto the floor of her apartment.

  "Touch me," I grunt out like an order. An order which she immediately obeys.

  Her two hands investigate every muscle on my torso as I go back to sucking on her two perky breasts. As I start moving my tongue in a circular motion around her nipple, she starts to rub both of mine between her fingers, making me hard and ready. This bitch. That is officially the last time I give any woman a little bit of control. She just ruined it for all of them.

  I take her hands off me and pin them down on the bed.

  "That's enough touching. Now, it's my turn," I growl.

  After pulling my attention from her perky breasts, I pull down her jeans, making sure to take her panties down as well. She is completely exposed for the first time to my hungry gaze.

  I take my index and middle fingers and rub her sex in a circular motion, being gentle enough not to breach her opening. I want her to beg for it first.

  I watch with enjoyment as she bites down on her lip, submitting to the intense pleasure that I am giving her.

  "Do you want this, baby?" I say as I let the tip of my middle finger poke inside her wetness. She nods and I shake my head. “I need you to say it. Beg for it."

  And like the good girl she is, she obeys yet again.

  "Please, Aaron. God, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

  I grin like a lunatic. That‘s a better response than I was anticipating, which makes my cock twitch with excitement.

  Step 3: Make her come…hard!

  I bend down, allowing my face to rest between her legs. With one quick motion, I delve my tongue into her heat, exploring the newfound territory that is now mine. I claim it. For now, at least.

  "Fuck. I love the way you taste, sweetheart." This is a lie. It is always a lie. They always taste bittersweet; sometimes, they just taste bitter. As I did with the word sweetheart, I sacrifice for the greater good. One day, I will find a woman who just tastes sweet, but that day is not today.

  She giggles in response to the taste comment. God, women are so easy to manipulate. For once, I would like a challenge. Maybe I'm just too damn good at what I do to find a worthy adversary.

  Once I can't stand her taste anymore, I replace my tongue with my fingers again, starting off slowly and increasing the pace with every passing second.

  She squeals, alerting me that she is close. I thrust my fingers into her, faster and harsher than each time before.

  "Come hard for me, baby. Come on my fingers."

  What's-her-name throws her head back and howls as she climaxes around my two fingers. Through her panting, she says, "Thank you."

  "Baby, I'm not done with you yet." I laugh as I see her face overtaken by a huge smile. She’s glad that I’m not done with her yet. What did she think? That I would do all this work and not feel any pleasure of my own?

  Fuck, no! I am not a saint.

  Now, it’s my turn to expose myself. Quickly, I grab the condom off the nightstand and rip open the foil with my teeth. I can see the disappointment growing on her face.

  "What's wrong?"

  "I wanted you bare," she sighs.

  Fuck that shit! I cannot trust that this bitch is on the pill. I never go bare…ever!

  I lower my jeans over my hips and raging erection, making sure to take my boxers down with them. In a swift move, I kick them both off my ankles, letting them join my shirt on the floor, all while rolling the condom onto my straining shaft.

  As I align myself perfectly with her heat, she wraps her legs around my hips. As soon as I go to thrust into her, her hands grab my ass cheeks and pull, making me enter her faster than I had planned. What is it with this bitch's insistent need to touch me without being told to? Normally, that would be a deal breaker, but as I am already in her, I’ll let this one slide.

  She hums with her pleasure as she accommodates my full length. I withdraw forcefully and thrust myself back into her with immense force, each time harder and faster than the last. She grabs ahold of my dark brown hair, twisting it in her hands, entangling them into my thick hair, anchoring herself to me. That move, I liked. Hell, I loved it! And so did my dick. It throbs with approval. Something about when a woman touches my hair really turns me on.

  As her muscles clamp down on my straining and throbbing erection, I know she’s close. I have to tell her about step four now before it's too late.

  Step 4: Make her scream my name.

  This is the most important step. If she fucks this up, I won't give her the satisfaction of watching me come inside her.

  "When you lose control, scream my name. I want to hear you scream it at the top of your lungs while you’re coming. Alright?" She nods, letting me know that she heard and understood me. Sure, sex feels great, but if she
doesn't scream my name when she comes, it won’t be nearly as satisfying as I want it to be.

  With one abrupt thrust of my hips, I surge into her heat, her muscles clenching down tightly around my cock, giving way to her life-shattering climax.

  "FUCK, YES, AAAAAAAAAARRRROOOONNNN!"

  I keep thrusting as her climax flows around my dick. She is breathless, and that is a beautiful sight. Now, it’s time for the final step.

  Step 5: Finish.

  With my cock still inside her, throbbing more and more with each passing second, it’s finally my turn.

  This time, I allow my weight to pin her down onto the bed, completely immobilizing her. Bringing my mouth to ear, I nibble on her earlobe, making her body shudder in response. I bite down hard on her earlobe, making her squeal in enjoyment…or pain; I don't really care which. Not releasing my grasp on her ear, I thrust into her one final time, grunting through my clenched teeth as I come inside her slick, wet pussy.

  I stay completely still for a minute until my cock finishes the last of its aftershocks, then I release my grasp on her earlobe and collapse on top of her. As I collapse, I can feel my dark chest hair abrade her recently ravished nipples.

  I remain inside her until the last of her aftershocks diminish from the immense pleasure I bestowed upon her.

  After that, I quickly withdraw from her, leaving her hollow and empty. Instantly, I get up, dispose of the condom, and start getting dressed.

  Although she lays there spent, she still manages to lift her head and aggravate the shit out of me.

  "Can't you stay longer?" Immediately, I shake my head.