Deceived by Kate Serine Read Free Book Online

persuaded to return to the United States. And if their partnership worked out well, then maybe he would consider offering a more long-term association. One never knew when one might need a highly trained killer at one’s disposal.
    Oh, yes. He was beginning to like this plan more and more....
    He turned to his desk and pressed the SPEAKER button on his cell before dialing his assistant.
    â€œYes, Mr. Stone?”
    â€œAllison, my dear, I’m sorry to bother you on a Saturday, but I’m going to need you to make some flight arrangements for me.”
    â€œOf course, Mr. Stone. Just give me a moment to get to my laptop.” A few seconds later, he could hear Allison typing swiftly. “Where will you be traveling, sir?”
    Stone grinned. “Havana.”
    There was a slight pause. He could hear the lovely Allison Holt inhale as if about to ask him why in the world he would want to visit that particular country, but she had been with him long enough not to question his activities. “Of course, sir. When will you be leaving?”
    â€œTomorrow, if possible.”
    He heard her typing again and pictured her long, slender fingers, which were always manicured with such precision. Everything she did was calculated for maximum effectiveness and efficiency. He was quite lucky to have her at his beck and call, eager and willing to please. And with her luxurious blond hair, perky ass, and ample tits, she was damn fine to look at, too. He should’ve boned her long ago.
    It wasn’t like she would’ve said no. Hell, she was throwing out signals like a bitch in heat. He’d seen the way she looked at him, noticed how her blouse was always unbuttoned just a little too much for propriety when they held their weekly meetings. And why wouldn’t she be throwing herself at him? At forty, he was in the best shape of his life and had the prowess of a man half his age. And he was never naïve enough to underestimate the allure of his bank account. He would’ve been shocked if she hadn’t wanted him.
    On more than one occasion, he’d fantasized about throwing her down on his desk and fucking her blind. Perhaps with his goals within reach, it was finally time to seal the deal and add a tasty bit of arm candy to his suntanned, corn-fed all-American boy image.
    He felt his dick growing hard at the thought of it.
    In an uncharacteristically impulsive move, he drawled, “On second thought, Allison, go ahead and make that flight for two. I will be requiring your presence on this trip.”
    He heard her quick little intake of breath and could tell she was smiling when she replied, “Of course, Mr. Stone. Is there anything else you’ll be requiring today?”
    He shifted his weight, not sure how it was possible that his dick was growing even harder as he began to picture what he was going to do to her on the private jet during the long flight to Havana, how he was going to make her take it every way humanly possible and leave her begging for more. “No, not today. I think we’ll have plenty of time to discuss my needs on the flight tomorrow.”
    He disconnected the line and hastily unzipped his slacks, freeing his cock and taking it roughly into his hand. As he pumped it furiously and felt an explosive release building, he squeezed his eyes shut. But it wasn’t just images of the lovely Allison sucking him off that raced through his mind. He saw her with her head in his lap while he sat in the coveted chair in the Oval Office, as the world’s most powerful leader and savior of humanity. Soon it wouldn’t be just his assistant who was on her knees before him.
    * * *
    Will Asher strode through the underground tunnels that connected the buildings of the Alliance’s compound. To the casual observer, the complex looked like any other exclusive gated community in the quiet Chicago suburb where the Alliance had set up its regional command center.
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