The Assassin’s Game - Sex Stories

The Assassin’s Game

... straight to the old fashioned juke box, put money in and punched some numbers. She knew exactly which song he would choose and sure enough George Strait’s ‘Amarillo By Morning’ started to play. Eva carefully watched him walk toward her at the bar. His loping carefree stride added to his masculine sexiness. “Eva,” Mason said as he sat himself on the stool next to her, “you look as delicious as ever.” “Are you already trying to get into my pants, Mason?” “You’re not wearing pants,” answered Mason. Max stepped up to the bar and leaned across toward Mason. “What can I get ya?” “Maker’s Mark straight, no ice.” Eva leaned onto the bar with her elbows and examined Mason through the corners of her eyes. She had known him for ten years. He had helped train her soon after she was recruited into the agency. Some women might’ve thought he had taken advantage of her naiveté when he first fucked her, but she knew she had wanted him even more than he had wanted her. Looking him over, she noticed he was developing just a few more wrinkles, his temples were turning from gray to white, his dark blonde hair to gray. Somehow the new wrinkles around his steel blue eyes made him even sexier. ‘How unfair,’ Eva thought, ‘that men get sexier and more mysterious with age.’ Mason’s shoulders were still thick and strong, his thin waist was that of a man thirty years his junior. ‘How old is Mason now?’ she wondered. ‘He must be getting close to sixty, but no doubt, he could easily whip any man in this ...

... bar, probably all of them at the same time.’ Eva loved the ever so slight scar on Mason’s lip, it made him even sexier to her. She knew exactly where all of the other scars were on his body and there were quite a few scattered over his athletic frame. She would have loved to know more about Mason, but he never talked about himself. She knew a few things though. She knew he’d been in the Reserve Officer Training Corp at Texas A&M University and later US Army Special Forces, a Green Beret that had served with Delta Force. From there he had been recruited into the agency. Eva had worked with Mason throughout the Middle East, Western Europe, Morocco and The Ukraine. He was unorthodox but deadly in the field. She had never met anyone with operative instincts like his. He was also the only man she had ever met that could make a woman cum better than another woman, which was fine with her since she usually preferred men. Max pushed the glass of bourbon across the bar to Mason. Upon picking up the glass, Mason instinctively sniffed it before downing it in one gulp. He dropped the glass to the bar and slid it toward Max. “Another.” *********** It had been months since Mason had seen Eva. He had been on a mission in Afghanistan and had heard she was working on something back in the States. In fact he had heard she was doing a project with the NSA; while illegal for the agency to work at home, it was not unusual. Mason had received an email from Eva asking him to meet her for a drink. He ...