There was no way he'd announce that he's a spy, a mercenary, a secret agent, but his body told enough on its own. He wasn't what he appeared to be, and now that he was exposed to her, he hoped she would just accept it. He gave her a meaningful, questioning look before taking to the kiss again, before allowing himself to let go.

Moving higher, he traced the clasp of her bra--in the front, accidentally convenient--a silent question. Her body was already driving him to thoughts he usually wouldn't entertain.