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Even the most powerful man in the world had a weakness. It could be money, material things… even people. You were Nick Fowler’s weakness and everybody knew it. Most enemies would make a joke and say if someone wanted to kill him, they would have to while Nick was balls deep inside of you.
That man was powerless when it came to you, no matter how stoic he could be. He never told you no and when he did, it was for a good reason… most times. Only you could see through his bullshit and it was hard to bluff with you.
Nick had a lot of enemies that was for damned sure. But.. He was untouchable — until now.
You never thought you would see the day that anyonewould have touched him, let alone have him tied to a chair. It was the usual Tuesday and you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when he called for you.
Your body was already on fire because when daddy called for you, you ran shamelessly. It didn’t matter if you were in the middle of a shower, you were prancing your naked ass down the hallway just to see what he wanted.
That was something he didn’t mind at all, he didn’t need to rip off any clothes to get what he wanted. But as he called for you on this day, there wasn’t an inkling that something was wrong.
“So what’s the deal between you and Nick?” asked Mace as they prepared for the upcoming mission. Y/N put a gun on the table and looked at her; she shrugged her shoulders. “Why would there be anything between us?” she asked, sitting down on a chair; Mace smiled and clasped her hands behind her head. “He’s my best friend.” “I see the way he looks at you and-” she broke off as Nick entered the room; he glanced back and forth between them suspiciously. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked, and Y/N shook her head. He came over to her and kissed her on the cheek.
“No, Mace and I are just talking about the mission,” she explained to him, leaning back in her chair. “Why haven’t we put a team on it?” “It’s going to be a simple handoff; short and sweet. All he wants is three million to go into hiding with his family,” Nick explained. “What a guy,” Mace said, getting up from the bed. She walked away, leaving them both alone in the bedroom. “Have you ever thought about it?” he asked Y/N and she looked up at him. “Starting a family or committing treason?” she replied. “Either one,” he said and she looked at the table. “No,” Y/N said softly before she looked up at him and smiled. “You?” Nick returned her smile and didn’t answer. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a ring before placing it on the table. “We’re Joe and Evel Louis from Iowa; on our honeymoon.” -He smiled mischievously at her- “Try it on.” She took the ring and slipped it on her finger before showing it to Nick. “Fits,” she said, “Where will Mace be?” “She’ll be watching us from another table,” he said, and she nodded. ——————————————————– “Quite a cliché honeymoon in Paris,” she laughed as she walked hand in hand with Nick to the café. “It can still be romantic” he defended himself before looking down at her hand. “I like that ring on you.” “I’ll look around inside and you find us a table,” she explained quietly and Nick nodded. Without another word, she went into the café and ordered two chocolate croissants and coffees from a blonde-haired waitress before stepping back out; she could see Mace sitting at another table with a magazine. Y/N sat down next to Nick, who was talking to a man. It happened suddenly as the waitress spilled the coffee all over the two of them. The woman grabbed Nick’s backpack and the other man he had been talking to ran off. Y/N looked to Mace, who nodded and began to run after the blond-haired woman. Nick began to follow the man after realizing his backpack was empty. She followed the man with him until they arrived at an alley. He pushed the man to the ground and punched him in his face, but the man managed to overpower Nick. Y/N drew her gun, but he caught her arm and slammed her head into a wall. Nick stepped to her and helped her up from the floor. “Where is he?” she asked, reaching for her head. “He’s gone,” he explained, surveying the wound on her head. “Are you okay?” She hummed in agreement, suddenly he raised his gun and pointed it at something behind her. Y/N quickly turned to see another man pointing a gun at her. Another man stepped out from behind him and looked at Nick. “Do you have the disc?” he asked, and Nick lowered his gun. She looked at him, confused. “No,” he said. “Most unfortunate,” the strange man said, now glaring at her. “What is she doing here?” “She followed me.” Y/N looked at Nick in confusion, not knowing what was going on. “Kill her,” the man said coldly and the other pointed his gun at her; she looked at Nick with wide eyes. “Wait,” he finally stopped him. “She might be useful in tracking down the disc.” The man nodded and ordered the other to lower his weapon. “All right. Take her with you.” Nick grabbed her by the arm and pulled her with him toward a building; she looked at him with confusion. “What are you doing?” He opened the door of a car and leaned down to her. “I’m going to explain everything to you, but right now: get in the car.” ——————————————————- The ride passed in silence, but after what felt like an eternity, the car turned into an underground garage and Nick got out. He walked around the car and opened the car door for her; Y/N got out and he led her to a private elevator. Without a word she followed him in and he pushed the button for the top floor. He placed a hand on the middle of her back and led her out. In the middle of the room, he left her standing and walked to the minibar. “Would you like a glass?” he asked, raising the bottle of whiskey, and she shook her head. “What happened there, Nick? Who was that man?” she asked him, confused. “He’s my boss,” he said simply, stepping up to her as he sipped his whiskey. “Your boss? He works for the CIA? Then why did he try to kill me?” asked Y/N. He set his glass down on a table. “I didn’t want to get you involved.” -He glanced over her shoulder and she looked at him in confusion-“The man you met doesn’t work for the CIA; he’s more of a CIA Most Wanted.” She let his words run through her mind for a few moments. “So you work for an assassin?” Nick looked at her and cupped her cheek. “You don’t?” “Why didn’t you let him kill me?” she asked him and he smiled at her. “You mean too much to me, and not just as a friend, Y/N,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. He leaned down to her and kissed her softly on her lips; his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her body against his. She began to kiss him back and wrapped her arms around his neck. She moaned as she felt his erection pressing against her; Nick used the moment to push his tongue into her mouth. He lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist and carried her to a wall. The kiss became more passionate and she slid his denim jacket off his shoulders and dropped it carelessly on the floor. Nick started to undo her shirt, but he grew impatient and carelessly ripped it open, letting the buttons fly around. He pulled down her bra and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Y/N moaned and buried her fingers in his shoulders as he sucked on them while rubbing his erection against her clothed pussy. Nick pulled her panties aside, with his free hand, and ran his fingers over the crease of her pussy; she arched her back and, at the same moment, he thrust two fingers inside her and began to fuck her rapidly. “Nick!” she moaned his name loudly. “God, I wanted to hear you moan my name for so long, Y/N.” He pulled his fingers out of her and she protested, but she was broken off his lips as he pushed himself off the wall and carried her to the king size bed that stood in the room. Gently he dropped her onto it and she crawled back; Nick pulled his white T-shirt over his head and crawled onto the bed with her. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to him and leaned down to kiss her again. He pulled her up a little and let her shirt slide off her shoulders before unclasping her bra and pulling it off her body. Nick started kissing down her body until he got to her skirt and he sat up. He unzipped the side of the skirt and pulled it down, along with her panties. Nick put her legs over his shoulders and bent down to her pussy; he thrust his tongue into her and began to fuck her with it. “Nick, please. Fuck me, I need you,” she begged and he looked up at her smiling. “How would you like me to fuck you? With my fingers? My mouth?” “I want you to fuck me with your cock,” she moaned in frustration, throwing her head back. Hearing the clink of his belt buckle, she looked to him and watched as he unzipped his pants. He got up from the bed and slid them down along with his boxers; he did so without taking his eyes off her, but then his gaze wandered between her legs and she could swear she heard a low growl. Without wasting another moment, he settled back between her legs and wrapped her legs around his hips. Nick took her hands in his and placed them next to her head. She bit her lower lip as she felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He leaned down and kissed her as he thrust into her in one hard thrust; she moaned into his mouth. After a few seconds, he began to pull almost completely out of her before slowly thrusting back into her. Nick repeated it, thrusting into her agonizingly slowly; she lifted her hips, trying to get him to thrust into her faster. He smiled at her and let her hands go; he sat up and grabbed her waist to hold her steady. “Please, Nick, fuck me faster,” she begged, arching her back. “Since you asked so nicely,” he laughed, but it quickly turned into a moan as he thrust his cock faster into her tight pussy. She reached for the varnish beneath her. “Y/N,” he moaned, and she arched her back as he thrust against her G-spot. Nick repeated it over and over. “Massage your breasts.” She let her hands travel up and rolled her nipples between her fingers, squeezing her breasts. He let his hand travel down to her pussy and rubbed her clit quickly, in sync with his thrusts. She felt her climax building inside her, but suddenly he stopped and pulled out of her before flipping her over on all fours and thrusting his cock back inside her. Nick wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her, her back, against his chest, letting him thrust deeper into her pussy, thanks to the new angle. His other hand moved back to her clit and he rubbed it quickly. Her orgasm built inside her and her body began to shake uncontrollably. “Cum for me,” he commanded and at the same moment she came over his cock, Nick thrusting deep inside her and filling her with his hot cum. She collapsed on the bed and felt his weight on her; her pussy was still throbbing as he filled her with his cum. Finally, he pulled out of her and rolled next to her. “Come with me, Y/N,” he said pleadingly, pulling her into his arms. “Yes,” she replied, and he kissed her forehead; she felt him smile. For him, she would leave her life behind so that she could be by his side….
