| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 240 |
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Date Posted: Sunday, December 18, 08:59:04pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 237 and forward" on Sunday, October 23, 08:00:17pm
Michael closed the door to the computer room and walked to the main control center. Adrian was busy downloading intel from an adjacent computer. She looked over her pinze-nez glasses and smiled.
“Good morning Michael...I’ve ordered coffee and croissants for us. But perhaps you’ve already breakfasted with Nikita.”
“Coffee will be fine, and the croissants.”
“Will Nikita be joining us?”
“Ahhhh...no, she’s still sleeping....I felt it best to let her rest....she did most of the driving from France.”
Adrian smiled quietly to herself. “Yes....indeed.”
“So transfer your intel to my computer....like I said last night, we need to be very careful with the next stage of planning. The Society will be wary of any inequities....I feel Nikita and I should attempt an ingress to the chateau under disguise.”
“Is that wise Michael? If something untoward should happen....well, would it not be more prudent to send Reilly.”
“Possibly....we need to think this out with great care.”
“Or maybe Nikita and Reilly, under the guise as tour operators.”
“NO....ahhhh, no, Nikita will either go in with me....or not go.”
“Michael....what’s wrong....Nikita is more than competent to undertake a mission either by herself or with Reilly.”
Michael lowered his head and rubbed his hand on his forehead, then looked over at Adrian. “I....I feel I have dragged Nikita into this whole operation....it is not her goal, her....ahhhh, obsession, like ours, Adrian.”
“You’re afraid something will happen to her and you will blame yourself....right Michael.”
“Yes....if harm came to Nikita....I can not live....I have no reason.”
Adrian sat in awed silence at the intense love this man had for his woman. She spoke softly and reached for Michael’s hand. “Perhaps you should send her to Center and the protection of her father.”
“She has refused to go and besides, the kind of protection her father can offer is suspect. His intentions seem real but I fear there are many in his operation who will betray him.”
“Hummmm...well then, we best plan every move with extreme care. I’ll start transferring the intel in the order it was received, then we can move the parameters into your logistics program....is that workable.”
“Yes....oh, please don’t speak with Nikita about my concerns, Adrian, it will only worry her. If we build failsafes into our every move, we should be okay.” Michael smiled. “Now where is that coffee you promised?”
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Nikita awoke slowly and reached over to Michael’s side of the bed. She sighed. Hummmm....of course, you’ve gone to work, Mr. Samuelle....how silly of me to think we might have another go at.....
“Ahhhhhh.....gawd I feel like I haven’t been to sleep yet!” She grinned to herself and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “Well, Nik...you haven’t really had much sleep....that randy man was in fine form last night.”
Nikita swung her legs from the bed and headed for the bathroom. She stood squinting at her image in the mirror and attempted to stretch.
“Ohhhh....gawd, I’m actually sore,” she snickered. “That was some wrestling match Michael....who was going to win and be on top.”
In fact last night’s lovemaking had been particularly passionate; even more than usual. Michael had fought desperately to control his needs but in the end had given in to an overwhelming, brutal passion that frightened him. He had taken Nikita’s body and pounded fiercely into her, not wanting to ever stop. She had responded likewise with love bites and scratches on his back. She had never felt him so deep inside her and his brutal passion had somewhat frightened her too. She had pushed her fear aside, rationalizing Michael actions as the culmination of a violent mission and flight into the night. In fact, the whole mission outcome had made her wanting to make love to Michael immediately - but they had to wait until their return to Portugal and then that long meal with Adrian and Reilly - which took forever.
Nikita stood in the shower, letting the hot water wash over her body. She reached down and touched her opening. Hummmmm.....I’m actually sore.....might have to curtail tonight’s .....no forget it. The water pulsed over her body as she reached for the soap and began to lather the suds onto the center of the object of Michael’s love.
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