The Seductive Spy Part One: LOVEINT

By Morgan Daye

Felicity Winters is a hot young woman with a great career and the perfect boyfriend.

But she also has a secret.

Felicity actually works for the Intelligence Acquisition Division, the most clandestine spy agency in America, and she has access to *everything.*

Including her boyfriend's calls to a certain Egyptian bombshell named Aria Hassan.

And now Christian Bellis is about to learn that hell hath no fury like like an intel analyst scorned ...

LOVEINT is an erotic short story. Mature audiences only. Approximately 29 pages.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Morgan Daye
• Release date: Sep 11, 2013

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Part One: LOVEINT

Morgan Daye

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Jesus, my boyfriend, Christian Bellis, said from the living room. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?

I smiled to myself, and bent over to roll my stockings up my legs. And the fact that bending over hiked my skirt up, revealing my lacy black thong, was completely an accident. Honest.

What are you talking about? I asked innocently.

Right, like you don’t know. You are the sexiest librarian in the world, princess.

I smirked and fastened the back to my earrings. I’m not a librarian, silly. Though I could understand the mistake. I was wearing a black pencil skirt that just barely covered my ass, and a white shirt that I hadn’t quite buttoned up yet, revealing the black silk holding my boobs in place. Add in the sexy yet sophisticated hairdo–held in place with a pencil–and my Hipster-approved black rimmed glasses, and, well, I could understand Christian wanting to spend some time browsing my stacks.

Christian was impeccably dressed, wearing the three-piece charcoal and pinstripes suit that he always wore the day of an important presentation. Christian was an investment banker, and there must have been some real bigwigs in town.

Speaking of big, Christian’s cock was very visible, and very visibly hard, against his trousers. I glanced down at his crotch. I hope you’re not going to work like that.

My boyfriend leered at me. I was kind of hoping you could help me out with that. How about a quickie?

I laughed. I am going to be late for work as it is.

Come on, princess. It’s totally not fair for you to walk around all sexy and seductive like that if you’re just going to be a tease.

A tease? I’m just getting dressed!

"And that’s the exact opposite of what you should be doing."

I clasped my watch around my wrist. You’re going to have to get used to that, if you still want me to move in with you.

What, if you live here you’re going to stop putting out?

No, but I am going to take a shower every morning, and put on my underwear, and put on my clothes over my underwear, and if you can’t deal with that, well, you’re going to have a perpetual case of blue balls. But, I sauntered over to him, my five-inch heels clacking on the tile floor, I am willing to ease you into the transition.

I crouched in front of him, my skirt hiking up to reveal my barely-there panties, and unbuttoned my shirt completely. Christian’s mouth fell open when I ran my hand over his crotch, and I had to laugh. Boys are so easy. Keep them fed, stoke their ego (and by ego I mean penis), and let them watch sports, and they’ll give you anything you want.

Christian’s suit was the expensive, tailored kind, and it had buttons instead of a fly, but that was all right; the unbuttoning let me tease him a little more. I still thought that his silk boxers were kind of douchey–what was wrong with cotton–but whatever. I slipped my fingers inside and fondled his cock gently. Christian’s mouth fell open, and his head lolled back.