His Only Valentine: The Spies Who Loved Her, #5

By Katrina Jackson

Kenny, the Asian-American spy, has been dating Maya, the fat Black cam model, for a few months. He used to be the kind of guy who didn't put anything above his job and his ambition to become the best spy at The Agency. (Or second best spy, next to his idol.) But now that he's managed to take his relationship with Maya offline, he's finding it difficult to imagine that anything could ever be more important than coming home to her every night.

Maya can't believe that her life is this good. Her cam channel is doing great, her savings account has a tiny bit of padding, and she has a great boyfriend who treats her like a queen and makes her blush more than ever before in her life. But she doesn't have a great history with relationships and the upcoming fake holiday has her nervous that this is all too good to be true.

On their first Valentine's Day together, Kenny and Maya want to make the day perfect, even when they're forced to abandon their original plans and fly to Hong Kong to protect a foreign diplomat from a possible assassination attempt. Along the way, the two begin to realize that maybe their honeymoon phase is so good because this is what real love feels like. And it's even better than they dreamed. .

His Only Valentine is an interlude in The Spies Who Loved Her series. These erotic romantic suspense stories are about sexy secret agents and the civilians who bring them to their knees. This story would make the most sense if you read Private Eye first.

 

Content Warnings

physical fight

shooting death

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katrina Jackson
• Release date: Feb 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393667179

Katrina Jackson

Katrina is a college professor by day who writes romances by weekend when her cats allow. She writes high heat, diverse and mostly queer erotic romances and erotica. She also likes sleep, salt-and-pepper beards, and sunshine. I'm super active on twitter. Follow me: @katrinajax

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His Only Valentine

His Only Valentine

The Spies Who Loved Her holiday interlude

Katrina Jackson

Copyright © 2019 by Katrina Jackson

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Contents

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postscript

Other books by Katrina Jackson

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Maya, Kenny called out as he unlocked Maya’s front door and let himself into her apartment. Maya!

Oh my god, stop yelling. I’m in the kitchen, she yelled back.

He tossed her spare key into the bowl she kept on a low table by the front door and smiled. She hated when he yelled. He closed and locked her front door behind him, kicked off his shoes, pulled his messenger bag over his head and dropped it onto one of her dining room chairs.

He found her leaning over a counter, scrolling on her cell phone with one hand and holding an orange slice in the other. Her new honey blonde braids were piled on top of her head in a messy bun that he found ridiculously endearing. He stepped into the kitchen and closed his mouth over the piece of fruit, licking her fingers. She didn’t stop scrolling on her phone but moved her other hand to the plate in front of her, grabbed another slice and held it out to him. He smiled and ate that one as well, sucking at her fingers again. He moved into the kitchen and settled behind her, covering her body with his own.

What are you doing here? she asked, her eyes still on her phone.

He looked briefly at her screen and recognized the ChatBot stats page. He bit her shoulder lightly. We’re filming tonight, he said.

Not for a few hours. She put her phone down and stood up straight, turning around to face him.

He stepped back and greedily drank her in with his eyes as his mouth went dry. Maya never wore many clothes around her apartment, especially now that Kierra had moved out and she was curiously procrastinating about choosing another roommate. Kenny wasn’t in a hurry for her to get a new roommate; not just because he liked having her all to himself but also because he loved having her all to himself while she was nearly naked. She wore a tight, long-sleeved gray shirt, just long enough to skim her hips, stopping at the top of a very brief pair of panties.

His entire focus got lost in the crease of her thighs.

She cleared her throat and he smiled, letting his gaze ascend her body slowly. He got a little lost again taking in the small raised fabric where her nipples were hidden, and he wondered if they were hardening for him or if that was just his imagination. When he finally lifted his head to look at her face, there was a small grin on her mouth and mirth in her eyes. He felt certain that he would never get over how beautiful she was.

I thought you’d want to go home and shower or nap before you came over here, she said.

He shook his head. I can do all of those things here. With you.

Her grin turned to a smile as a soft blush appeared on the tops of her cheeks. He leaned down and kissed her softly; a gentle, teasing brush of their lips. She ran her hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck, pulling his body against hers.

Did you miss me today? she whispered against his lips.

Of course. Did you miss me?

A whole lot, she said, before slipping her tongue into his mouth.

He ran his hands down her back, over her hips and caressed the globes of her ass. She giggled when he dug his fingers into the soft flesh, pulling her closer as he moved his hands down the backs of her thighs, loving the way the soft dimpled flesh felt against the pads of his fingers, against his shoulders, on top of his thighs. In fact, every bit of her skin felt perfect against his.

She nibbled at his bottom lip, which made all of the blood in his body rush south. He groaned into her mouth, grabbed her thighs and lifted her against him.

Oh my god, Kenny, she gasped around a giggle. You have to stop picking me up.

He nipped at her chin. Why?

I’m not small, she said.

His fingers dug into her flesh and he smiled against her mouth. Believe me, I know, he whispered reverently as he set her onto the counter.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close.

I can bench press more than you weigh, he said as he smoothed his palms up and down her thighs.

She lifted one eyebrow, And what if I gain weight?

He smiled, You might not know this since you hate weights-

Very much. They’re evil.

He laughed and continued as if she hadn’t interrupted him. I can literally just add more weight to the machine. Gain all the weight you want.

She moved her hands to his face and ran her thumbs over his cheeks, And you’re just going to keep picking me up?

As long as you’ll let me, he whispered.

She leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips. Good. And then she went in for a real kiss.

He kissed her back, nice and slow, feeding her his tongue to rub along hers; the exact way he’d been dreaming of kissing her all day as he tried to catch up on his paperwork and coordinate a surveillance operation in Mexico City on a suspect in an international money laundering case. All with a glaring Kierra watching his every move.

When Kenny pulled back from their kiss, Maya placed small pecks down his chin and along his jaw, still looking for an as-yet-undiscovered ticklish spot on his body. She laughed more than he did in her search, but his entire body felt as if it was buzzing with electricity at her touch so he happily tilted his head back, giving her full access to him.

Any idea what you want to do tonight? he asked as she licked his Adam’s apple.

She leaned back and looked at him with a dirty smile. I ran a poll for my viewers, she said. And doggy style won out. You okay with that?

He chuckled, I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer. He squeezed her thighs. Do we have time to fool around beforehand?

She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and fluttered her eyelashes at him. He swallowed and waited. She flattened her hands on his chest and slid them south as she answered. That’s up to you, babe. Will you be able to get hard for the show tonight?

His hands moved up her legs over her stomach. Her mouth fell open on a soft gasp as he rubbed her nipples through her shirt. When have I ever not been able to get hard for you?

She smiled wickedly at him and ran her hands over the front of his pants, unzipping his slacks with shaky hands. He kept his eyes on her as his hands plucked at her nipples.

Wait, he said quickly, pulling back from the counter.

She frowned at him.

Kenny leaned over to kiss her frown quickly and then he pulled his cell phone and wallet from his back pockets.

She squinted her eyes at him and folded her arms across her chest.

He tossed his phone on the counter and opened his wallet. You want ribbed or regular?

What?

Ribbed or regular? he repeated.

Her eyebrows lifted. You have a selection of condoms in your wallet?

He put his wallet next to his phone and lifted an eyebrow at her. He held the condoms up with one hand and smiled. Not just any condom selection.

She laughed as she saw that he was holding three condoms: one regular, one ribbed and one flavored. All from her favorite brand. She plucked the ribbed condom from his fingers and smiled. You’re a really fucking great boyfriend, babe, she said sweetly and then ripped the foil wrapper open.

His heart began to beat faster. He pushed his briefs over his hips and stroked his already hard dick.

She impatiently pushed his hand out of the way and squeezed the head, pulling a groan from his throat. He was panting as she rolled the condom down his penis. You want to practice for tonight? she asked breathlessly.

He shook his head sharply. I’m pretty sure we can get the hang of it. And then he grabbed her face, This time I want to watch you while you come. I haven’t seen you since this morning.

She giggled and he tasted her happiness with his tongue. Anything for you, she whispered into his mouth. He shivered.

He helped her scoot to the edge of the counter and lifted her left leg onto his shoulder. He kissed her ankle and squeezed himself as she pulled the gusset of her panties aside. He ran the tip of his dick along her wet cleft. They both groaned. Put me inside you, baby, he whispered.

God, you’re demanding after work. I like it. She held him and angled the head at her opening. Their eyes locked as he slid into her slowly. They both pressed their lips shut trying to stop the smiles that wanted to spread across their mouths, muffling the moans building in their throats. They held their breath as their bodies joined painfully slow. When he was inside her to the hilt, they both