I finally get my phone charged, but I can’t really get a good look at it. From the quick glance I got, there seems to be a ton of messages and missed calls from the Senator, and I’m more than a little pissed.

It’s unprofessional. He knows better than to contact me when I’m in deep cover. It can blow the game on many levels.

The case may have changed, or he may have urgent information to tell me, but now is not the time. I have only just started gathering intel on these guys.

I can handle myself no matter how this goes down.

I try to ignore the phone and focus on Antonio. This is, after all, my job.

For today, it’s also quite a nice one.

Antonio is introspective compared to the others. I appreciate the care with which he has brought me new clothes. Most men who buy women clothes only want to dress them as eye candy.

Antonio has paid attention to what I might like rather than telling me what he wanted me to wear, except for the red number I have on right now. He’s done nothing but show consideration for me all morning. It’s strange—he doesn’t act like a bad guy.

I’m still not getting those nasty vibes I would usually feel from a target.

I have to remind myself to stay on task. It’s difficult.

We have an actual conversation about the artwork as we stroll through the gallery. This guy knows his stuff. Not just artists and their works but an understanding of how the works are composed.

“I want to show you a special painting,” he says, his eyes lighting up with a boyish excitement.

It’s so genuine I can’t help but get caught up in it. I nod, giggling as he pulls me down a dark hallway. I expect my instincts to kick in, but they don’t.

I feel perfectly safe. I have to be careful.

This could get me killed.

We come through into a small softly lit room.

One painting is displayed in the gentle light. It’s exquisite—careful brush strokes in acrylic sweep over the lines of form. A faceless couple, wound together, joined in sex with their heads curled over the others bodies.

It’s sad in a way, somehow haunting but passionate.

Antonio faces me and gently puts his hands on my shoulders. Just the touch of his fingers starts an ache deep inside me. As he draws me close, I lean into him body and soul, mouth opening wide as his tongue slips through my lips.

I tease him back, playing with his top lip and pressing against him. He runs his hands down my arms and starts grabbing my hips and ass.

I step back as he leans on me, and we come up against the wall.

It’s cold, and I’m way too hot. Antonio rubs his hand over my tits, and the nipples instantly stiffen from the pressure, an arousal that I can feel in my clit. He goes down on his knees, pulling my underwear off as he presses he head up between my legs.

He mouths my clit gently, then harder.

He takes his time, and I start writhing on the wall, grabbing his hair. He moves lower and his lips against my wet pussy feel so hot and hungry I start to come, grabbing his head and throwing one leg over his shoulder. For a few moments, I can’t think.

I’m aware of the cold of the wall and silence.

I look down and see Antonio grinning, between my legs.

“You like that, don’t you sweetheart?”

He grins and rubs my clit with his fingers.

“You’re good at it.” I smile back at him. “I can’t possibly turn away a hungry man.”

He laughs. “Good women like you are so hard to find.”

He strokes my leg as he gets up, bringing it up to his hip.

It’s not difficult to keep my balance on one leg with my back against the wall. He moves his hips in, bending my leg around him. He presses against me.

“You…You’ll get a suspicious stain on your pants…”

I can barely breathe let alone speak. He laughs.

“You’re right.”

He undoes his belt and unzips the fly. “Smart as well as beautiful.”

He frees his cock but doesn’t take the pants off.

He teases me with it, leaning in to let it stroke me as he thrusts with his hips. I wriggle, trying to make the connection, and he laughs. He reaches up to touch my face.

“So beautiful and so hot,” he sighs, and kisses me, softly, then deeper.

Each kiss is wetter and longer, and I struggle against his weight pressing me into the wall, trying to get his cock in me. With his tongue teasing my own and lips caressing mine, he raises my leg slightly, angles his hips, and finally slides in.

I’m so wet by now there’s little resistance.

He’s big, so I can feel every inch of his twelve or so inches. He runs his hands down my arms and grasps my hands as he looks into my eyes. The longer he looks, the harder my muscles clench against him.

It’s an ache that’s almost becoming painful. He doesn’t thrust, doesn’t move, just stares at me, holding my hands. I start to thrash, as much as he will let me.

As I try to force motion against him and the wall, he leans forward and kisses me softly, and his cock seems to get even harder. I moan, feeling his hands gripping mine.

I close my eyes and turn my head, and he buries his face in my neck, licking, kissing and sucking along the tender skin under my ear and down my throat.

He growls a little, and I feel his hips finally move. Pressing my hands above my head with his own, he thrusts hard and deep, slamming me against the wall again and again.

I’m pinned by his hands and hips against the cold hard stone. My ass is slapping against the wall as I try to get my legs open wider, trying to balance on one leg in between thrusts.

As his massive cock rams in and out, I feel it. My clit is so hot and swollen, and my pussy is so wet the tremors start. I feel the hard clenching of my inner muscles all the way along his shaft and up inside of me.

I let out a few gasps, trying not to scream.

He feels my orgasm and presses my hands roughly against the wall as he pushes hard and fast. I groan as his cock finally jerks and shoots hot cum inside me. I’m so aroused, my muscles keep clenching as we collapse against the wall, hot and sweaty.

We look into each other’s eyes. He lets go of my hands and touches my face, kissing me so softly and sweetly. I feel myself getting wet all over again.

A noise has us turn our heads in unison.