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Chapter 9 by supman supman

Does Jessip accept.

Jessip spills what he knows.

Max's vest hung open, barely covering her giving Jessip a clear view of her naturally sun kissed skin from her neck down between the valley of her breasts to the button of her pants which she was now toying with. She ran a single finger over the pressed metal, her movements seemingly memorizing Jessip, leaving him in a state of shock.

With a flick of her finger Max undid her pants, she could hear Jessip's breath hitch in his throat.

Without warning she grabbed his hand, guiding it into her pants and between her legs. She so goddamned wet and was unable to hold back a moan as she felt Jessip's rough fingers slide over her.

Max was going to do whatever it took to get the information she needed. She had been anticipating this moment all day. Just knowing she was going to offer herself up to him had left her uneasy, and despite the fact she knew it was wrong, incredibly aroused.

"I know you want me," Max whispered as Jessips' fingers began to slide up and down her pussy. She closed her eyes and tried not to enjoy this too much.

"Duncan, Mark Duncan." Jessip groaned as Max began to slowly grind herself against his hand. She stepped closer, nearly standing over him.

Max smiled, "Who,"

"He's the leader of the task ****, some hotshot from Washington, he flew down to lead the investigation." Jessip pushed a finger inside of her, feeling her body close around his digit and squeeze him.

"What else do you know?" Max managed to whisper out. She sank down onto his lap straddling him. The hardness of his cock pressing against her was impossible to ignore.

Jessip ignored her and licked his lips, sliding his finger deep inside her, his eyes drifting down to her chest.

Max **** herself to stop grinding against him then reached down and pulled his hands from her body.

"More." He moaned. He wanted nothing more than to fuck the living shit out of her, so why the hell wasn't he. He grabbed her by the hips, and tried to pull her off. He intended to push her off, hold her down and fuck her senseless. But Max barely moved, instead she slapped his hands from off her hips and slid deeper into his lap.

Jessip would have though more of her incredible strength but the look she was giving him wiped all but one thought from his mind.

"Find out more, and I'll give you more. Understand?" Max asked, smiling slyly, her eyes promising more to come.

Max went to stand but Jessip held on. "Wait, come on, I gave you his name. I'll get you everything you want, but isn't his name worth something now?"

Does Max give him what he wants?

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