Chapter 1 - Desire (Day 1 of 365)

Between sinewy thighs lies heaven and hell and the desire to conquer it all, legs pulled taut like the strings of a harp, tendons heated to a wonderful flush. Wetness an oasis, a paradise of fine fluid his mouth finds and displaces, tongue forever in a revolving path along quivering lips, a dripping invitation.


Both on a radar, one-off, one waiting.

Dreams of espionage died on stormy seas of aquamarine, textile pinned to roving hips, high enough to tease soft skin and endless legs, formaldehyde finish against a gleaming distraction. He had met his objective alright, and found a new one in the process. Greetings exchanged and offered, guises discarded like ties and cuffs and the slip of heels, red-hot desire an enthralling poison, winding tendrils.

Friends weren’t immune. Nor were enemies.

And neither were these two, discarding clothes like common sense, useless, unnecessary distractions. She was such a magnificent sight to admire, all rosy skin and long limbs, hips and breasts and portions so pleasant, there were sinful in appearance.

Settling to taste, from the curve of nipples, on end beneath his attention, to the skin of her neck, her lips meeting his, drinking ecstasy from kisses like junkies in need of a fix. And when he takes her against the flush of the floor, every shiver, every gasp, is a pleasing conundrum of a mission failed and wanting more.
He and she entwined, scandalously playing into the trappings of attraction as though Empires weren’t built and destroyed in the parting of warm flesh, molten skin, the tide of endless legs and the lower lips that beckoned.

Playing with desire was a wager.

Nevertheless, it was the more parlous arrangements that came with the most benefits. Sex with the enemy was all part of the plan.

