Bravo #3
“That’s a great idea. I’m sure they could take care of most of it.
Opening and closing the pool each year would be the only thing we’d have to hire a real pool company for.
The problem is, those activities have to be scheduled in advance, and I could never know if I’d be home to be there and oversee the work. ”
“I’m sure Elizabeth, Rae, or Dahlia wouldn’t mind sitting at your house twice a year while that was being done.”
“True,” Madison said. She smiled. “We’re one step closer to having a pool!”
“Pool party at the Cooper’s house!” Yvette joked. “I’ll buy a new bikini right away.”
Madison laughed.
“How soon do you think you can get one installed?”
“I might already be on the schedule for the week after next,” Madison said. “Got the permits and everything.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, you should buy that bikini over the next few days while you’re off.”
***
The sun was bright in the early afternoon sky when Yvette drove her car, a black Acura MDX, from the parking garage beside the Shepherd Security building.
She picked her sunglasses up from the console and slid them over her hazel eyes.
Then she ran her hand through her hair, pushing her bangs back, untucking them from the top of the sunglasses.
She’d let her hair grow out recently. It had been unintentional at first as she couldn’t get into her stylist due to her hectic work schedule and due to the fact that her stylist, Angel’s Aunt Meredith, whose salon was on the fourth floor of the building, had been on vacation for three long weeks.
But now, with the longer bangs and with the sides grown out to what she’d describe as a choppy chin-length bob, she rather liked how it looked on her.
It was a big change from the very short style she’d worn the majority of her adult life.
She drove the ten minutes to her townhouse.
It was in a luxury development with a security gate and a high fence surrounding the entire complex.
The buildings resembled French chateaus.
That was one of the architectural features that drew her to the unit she purchased.
That and the open floor-plan, large windows, vaulted ceilings, designer kitchen, and upgraded cabinetry and appliances.
Her two-bedroom, three-bath end-unit had an attached two-car garage and a full basement.
She parked in her garage and then walked out to the community mailbox across the street from her driveway.
She hadn’t gotten her mail in several days, not that there was ever much there.
She got all of her bills and anything of consequence electronically.
She sorted through the flyers as she walked back to her garage, intending to deposit the majority of them in the recycling bin.
It was a beautiful day. She’d spend some time on her deck, which was off her living room.
That was another design feature she loved about this complex.
The backs of the buildings were all offset from each other, so all the decks were private, tucked into corners of the buildings and unseen from each other.
There were mature trees and bushes between buildings, further cloaking each deck, creating concealed retreats.
Once in the garage, she dropped the junk mail in the recycling bin and then stepped up to the front passenger side of the car.
She pulled her backpack out and slung it over one shoulder.
Before she made it to the door that led into the house, a figure moved on her from the front of the car.
He moved fast and was on her at about the same time she identified the threat.
She swung her heavy backpack, striking him in the head, and followed up with a knee that hit only his leg, rather than his crotch, the intended target.
He body-checked her into the wall beside the door leading into the house.
She landed a right cross on his jaw before she saw his face.
“Mac? What the fuck!”
“Getting sloppy, Red,” he said, not even winded. He grabbed her by the shoulders. His body pressed against hers, pinning her to the wall.
Yvette stared into the familiar pale green eyes with a heavy speckling of brown in the irises.
“You’re the only one who has ever been able to sneak up on me.
” She smiled and then she reached her lips to his.
His lips met hers halfway, and he pressed her more tightly to the wall as his tongue invaded her mouth.
“Is everything okay in there?” a voice familiar to Yvette called from outside of the garage.
Yvette tore her lips from Mac’s and craned her head around him to see her neighbor, Charles, and his beautiful German shepherd, Toby, standing in her driveway near the street.
Charles was peering in with a concerned expression on his face.
“Yep, just fine. Thanks for checking.” Her gaze re-affixed on Mac, and she smiled.
She reached her hand up and pressed the switch to close the garage door.
“Enjoy your walk, Charles.” As the door rolled closed, her lips once again pressed to Mac’s, and she kissed him with everything she had.
The garage was cast in darkness when their lips again separated and their eyes re-opened.
Yvette’s heart pounded, and her breaths were ragged.
Every nerve in her body fired, creating warmth and a deep need for more.
Mac never failed to ignite a primal desire in her, an insistent demand for intimate touches, erotic kisses, and animalistic sex that defied all logic.
“Are you going to invite me in?” Mac’s voice, with the slight Greek accent that never seemed to change, asked dripping with innuendo.
“Oh, absolutely,” she answered, her voice just as suggestive.
Her hand found its way to the lock panel, and she pressed in her code. The door clicked as it unlocked, and she pushed it open, flooding the garage with bright, natural sunlight streaming in through one of the large floor to ceiling windows across the room on the far wall of her living room.
Mac stepped in behind her, his gaze sweeping the space as he entered.
To the left was a large laundry room, and the closed doors to the closets that lined the wall.
He passed by the full bathroom tucked in between the laundry room and the living room, arriving in the spacious, open main area consisting of the living room, kitchen, and dining area.
The walls were painted an off white, with just the tiniest hint of a pale terracotta color that was only discernible against the stark white vaulted ceiling.
His eyes came back to her. “I like the hair. It looks good on you. Makes you look softer.”
“Don’t let it fool you. I’m still the same, haven’t softened in the least.”
He chuckled. “Seriously. You look good, Red.”
Her eyes wandered over him from the top of his full head of thick black hair to his black leather shoes.
His longer, grown out looking hair was peppered with a bit more gray than the last time she’d seen him.
His classic Greek features, olive complexion, chiseled bone structure with a strong jaw, was clean shaven, though his face was etched with a few more wrinkles, which somehow, made him look sexier to her.
His body was still toned and strong-looking.
The front of his jeans sported a telltale bulge that promised more would come.
When her eyes rose and again locked with his, she flashed him a grin, knowing he’d seen her gazing at his package, which she knew very well and was never shy with. “I’m sure you’re here for a reason. What do you want to do first, business or pleasure?”
Mac stepped into her, his body craving to get naked with her. “Definitely pleasure,” he growled, his lips at her ear. Then he pressed wet kisses down her neck, a warm-up for what he’d do with his lips to the rest of her body.
She pulled away and laced her fingers through his.
Without a word, she led him up the stairs and into her bedroom.
They tore each other’s clothes off where they stood.
Their hands greedily took in each other’s curves and body parts.
They became re-acquainted with one another.
With the moans that came from reveling in ecstasy, with undulating and rhythmic thrusting, they wildly enjoyed each other in the most primitive and primal of ways.
Their naked bodies bathed in the sunlight that flooded into the room through the large floor to ceiling windows.
A privacy film covered all the windows. From the outside, no one could see in.
From the inside, one could clearly see everything outside.
Still breathing heavily after two incredible releases, Yvette followed his direction to stand even though she felt pretty lazy.
They stood right beside the bed. She spread her legs and bent at the waist at his physical prompting, her legs straight, palms on the floor.
She knew this was his favorite position. Some things never changed.
At the perfect height to enter her from behind.
Mac plunged into her core with one incredible, mind-numbing stroke, seating himself balls-deep.
A moan escaped him, an unconscious reaction to the perfection he felt all around his hard, throbbing cock.
After fucking her from several other erotic angles, he’d saved his release for this position, the tightness of her steamy and drenched channel intensified due to her position.
He only stroked in and out of her a few times before the sensation became overwhelming.
Only one thing would make it feel better.
And that was for her to come again at the same time.
She’d milk his shaft, and he’d feel her explode all around him with a deluge that would shoot him over the moon.
Still so aroused, all her nerve endings bristling, at the sensation of Mac’s fingers strumming against the super-sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her legs, while his full cock pounded into her, fireworks exploded behind her closed eyes and electricity shot through her.
After they’d both climaxed, they sunk to the bed holding each other.
Yvette laid her head on his chest and wrapped an arm around his middle.
Content, she took in the incredible and familiar sensation of holding him, and even better, the satisfying feel of his arms holding her.
It had been too long. Seth ‘Mac’ Makris was her one and only.
No other man had ever or could ever measure up.
They met as co-workers early on in her career.
He was confident, capable, cunning, and courageous.
He was respected by all who knew him for his intellect and street smarts.
He could read situations like few others.
That was how the attraction began for her, his professional attributes.
Not to mention that physically, he was male perfection to her.
A chance encounter outside of work allowed her to see the personal side of him.
His honesty, humble nature, and his sense of humor solidified the allure.
And when that encounter became sexual, Yvette suddenly believed that God had created one person for her, Mac.
Their hearts were forever intertwined from their first kiss.
It wasn’t one-sided. No, Seth ‘Mac’ Makris had fallen in love with Yvette ‘Control’ Donaldson on that night they connected through that chance encounter, his first time meeting her in person.
He had been surprised by how young she was, ten years his junior.
He’d expected an older woman based on her maturity and capable handling of Ops.
They’d worked together for months; her voice was his lifeline.
She had his back. He trusted her and followed her directions without question when he was under cover in a hostile land and all shit had hit the fan.
When she said, ‘I’ve got you,’ he knew she did.
Everyone in the field knew that ‘Control’ had them.
She was highly respected by all field operatives who’d ever worked with her.
They talked for hours and were both surprised by the similarities they shared.
Both were third-generation CIA agents, joining the agency right out of college.
One could say it was in their DNA, in their blood, a career decided for them by their parents as they’d both been primed for it their entire lives.
Both of Yvette’s parents had worked for the CIA.
Mac’s father was a CIA agent, but his mother was a Greek citizen, a civilian.
He was born in the United States and had dual citizenship, which he maintained until this day.
His parents never married. Mac was raised predominantly in Greece, but his father visited often.
When his mother died, Mac went to live in the United States with his father. He was sixteen years old.
After talking for hours that night, they made love, what Yvette later referred to as physically bonding with each other.
And it was love he made to her. He didn’t just fuck her, screw her, have his way with her.
His heart opened up and let her in. One could argue that he’d fallen in love with her long before he’d kissed her.
And maybe he had. One kiss was all it took for him to only want her in his bed.
But ‘happily ever after’ was not something people in their line of work were granted. The mission was too important.
“God, I’ve missed that,” he moaned. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. One of his hands slid up her arm, over her shoulder, and it cupped her face. “I’ve missed you, Red.”
“I’ve missed you too,” she whispered, afraid to say it too loudly. “How long are you in town for?”
“Not sure,” he said. “And now to business.”
“If you have to.” She kissed his chest; her tongue then swirled around his nipple.
“I’d rather do this, but…,” Mac said. “I need a favor, Red.”
Yvette pushed up on her elbows and gazed at him expectantly. “Of course you do.”