SECRET AGENT DAWSON
Chapter Thirty

Rated NC-17 for Content

Tobey popped into Lisa's office, surprising her from behind.

"I thought you said fifteen minutes." Lisa was surprised to see him.

"I couldn't wait. Can't you see I am aching for you?" Tobey got her hand so she could touch him. Lisa had never noticed that Tobey was so naughty at times until now. She hadn't really known him all too well, except for the sex, at which, by the way, he was incredible, making her feel so good. Lisa closed her office door. Tobey stood there looking at her, waiting for her to jump his bones. But she didn’t. She stared at him so seriously that he was almost at a loss as to what was causing her reaction.

"Lisa, what's wrong?" He sat down and waited for her to respond.

"It's nothing. I just realized since we were married that we hardly know each other." She looked into his luscious blue eyes.

"Nonsense, Lisa. We know each other perfectly. We've worked together side by side for more than six years. I watched every single thing you did when you came into the agency. I was in love with you. I just never said anything. I thought you didn't like me, and besides, what else do we need to know but that we love each other." He looked at her, and her eyes widened.

"What? I always liked you. When I started dating Bill, I wished you had been the one to ask me, but you never asked me to be with you, so Bill and I got together. He was such a good guy. He didn't deserve what I did to him." She looked up at the ceiling, thinking about him.

"I know, but Lisa, don't you realize that you’re more to me than just my wife? You’re my soulmate. I feel it every day of my life, especially in our bed. You bring out the wild side of me." He got up to hold her.

"Do I?" Lisa looked at him, wondering why he had said that. She didn't think she was that good.

"Every night, sweetie." He went up to her, pulling her close to him and kissing her deeply, mingling his tongue with hers.

Tobey was so eager he threw her files off her desk and pushed her skirt up high, allowing him access to pull her panties down as Lisa unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Tobey was already breathing hard as he watched her touch his manhood. He watched her massage him for a while, then lay her down on the desk, pushing his way through the barrier of her womanhood. Deciding that he just couldn't do it right, he brought her to the floor on top of him. Lisa arched her back as she pushed him deeper inside her with her pregnant belly. The urge to make him come was her reward for everything she stood for as Mrs. Tobey Maguire.

Tobey moaned as Lisa rode him hard. He loved seeing her on top. It was all the more special to him. By the time he had reached his point of no return, he buried himself deep inside, holding her hips as he released everything he could inside her. The feeling of his release made him grunt so hard he thought he was going to pass out. Lisa always knew what he wanted and how he wanted it. She knew more than she thought she did.

Someone knocked on the door.

Tobey kissed Lisa and smiled. Lisa got off him and put back on her panties. Then she decided to leave them off, just in case he came back for seconds. Tobey grabbed her panties, put them in his pocket, and got off the floor.

"Yes? Who is it?" Tobey asked.

"Jack." Jack stood there, smiling. He knew exactly what was going on.

"What do you want?" Tobey asked.

"I need a file that Lisa has." He stood there, pushing his fluffy hair out of his eyes.

"Which file, Jack?" Lisa asked.

"The one for Jason Montgomery!" he shouted.

"Okay. Hold on. Let me find it." Lisa looked on the floor for the file. When she bent down, she could feel Tobey staring at her. When she found the file, she put it together, as some of the papers were scattered on the floor. When she got up and opened the door, Jack had a big smile on his face. He had heard everything.

"Having fun, Lisa?" He smiled at her and winked.

"Pretty much." She turned red.

"That's good. Good day." He took the file from Lisa's hand.

"Bye, Jack." When Lisa closed the door, Jack could hear giggling inside. He smiled to himself and wished Paola was as horny as Tobey and Lisa were.

He felt his manhood get hard, so he walked fast to Paola's office. When he popped his head inside, he saw Paola writing in a file. He cleared his throat and walked in with the file, covering his hard-on with it.

"Hey, Paola, I got that file you wanted." He saw her. She was involved in the file she was signing.

"File? What file?" She looked up, and he looked as handsome as ever with the bandage on his head.

"The file on Jason, remember?" He walked over to her, holding the file.

"Oh, yeah. Set it right here on the desk. I am almost done with this one." She continued writing some notes in the file as Jack sat in the chair.

He watched her and studied every movement she made with her pen. He noticed that her breasts moved as she wrote. Unable just to sit there and watch, he did something he had never expected he would do. He found himself rubbing his penis through the tightness of his pants in front of her.

Paola looked up, unable to believe he would actually do that in front of her. "Jack, I think you should leave."

"I can't, Paola." He got up, moving over to her desk.

"Why?" She looked at him.

"I just can't. Can't you see how much I want you, baby?" He pulled her up out of her chair and brought her to him. He walked to the door, closing it behind him. "Paola, baby, please. A quickie is all I am asking."

"No, Jack. As much as I want to, I just can't." She was nervous. It had been a long time since she had slept with anyone.

"Do I have to beg?" He went closer to her and grabbed her hand to massage him.

She followed his rhythm as he began to pant at her movements. "Yes, baby."

He covered her mouth with his, pressing her against the door as he picked her up and put her on the settee, which was over by her desk. He pulled off her jacket and kissed her neck.

"Jack, please don't." She protested against his gestures, but she couldn't ignore the fact that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

"I am sorry, Paola. I can't stop now." He kissed her fiercely, leaning her down onto the settee.

"Do you at least have protection? I am not on the pill or anything." Even though she and Christian had been dating, it wasn't that serious. They had never slept together.

"No." He looked up at her, knowing the consequences.

She didn't say anything after that. He lay her down and inserted himself into her. She felt awfully tight, which only increased his rhythm inside her. He fucked her ‘til he couldn't take anymore. Instead of pulling out, he just flat out came inside her.

"Jack, you shouldn't have." Paola got up, thinking that she was now in trouble.

"I know. I couldn't resist. You fuck almost as good as Rose. With a little more practice, you could outdo her."

"Please don't compare me to her." It hurt that he had said that.

"Sorry. I love you, sweetheart." He kissed her deeply.

"I love you, too." He zipped up his zipper, and someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Paola asked.

"Rose." Rose wondered why the door was closed. Where they having a meeting?

"Oh, shit!" Paola knocked Jack to the floor and got up, fixing her dress, trying not to be so obvious.

"Don't worry, Paola." He looked up at her and got up. He went to the door, closing it behind him. He saw Rose and took her hand as he led her to his office. He pulled the hair out of his eyes and looked directly at her.

"Rose, answer me one question." He looked at her, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Anything." She sat down and looked at him.

"Why is everyone calling me Jack? I hate that name." He looked at her like he hated her for some reason.

"What do you mean? That's your name." Rose sat there as he gave her that cold stare.

"No, it isn't. It's Alex Smith." He presented himself and pushed up his zipper a little higher.

"Alex Smith is one of your identities, Jack. Alex is a playboy. He goes with different women and loves to spend money and deal with bad people. You’re not Alex. You’re Jack," she reminded him.

"I beg to differ, Rose, and I don't think we are married. I’ve got no wedding ring and I don't have a picture of you in my wallet. I think this is all a mistake. I want a divorce." He hated to say that, but he had to.

"Jack, you can't be serious." She got up and went over to him, hugging him.

"I am. I just had the most wonderful sex on the entire earth and it wasn't with you." He pulled her off him.

"What are you saying? You fucked someone else?" She watched his eyes.

"Yes. Just about twenty minutes ago." He looked at her, feeling sorry for her.

"You fucked Paola Thompson, your best friend. God, Jack, you are such an asshole." She slapped him hard on the face, leaving a red mark.

Rose ran down the corridor until she ran into Kevin, almost knocking him over. "Whoa, Rose. Where are you off to?"

"Jack slept with Paola." She cried on his shoulder.

"What?" He couldn't believe what Jack had done.

"He fucked her," she replied again.

"Oh, Rose, I am so sorry. This is not like Jack at all. I need to have a talk with him." He put an arm around her, comforting her.

"Kevin, he says he's not Jack. He says he's Alex Smith," Rose muttered between tears.

"Oh, God. I should have told you before you took him home." Kevin pulled her aside.

"What…what is it?" She thought it was something very serious, so she stopped crying.

"Jack suffered a really bad hit in the head. It seems that he remembers some things, but he is confusing himself with his alter ego. To put it in plain terms, he has a multiple personality, and we don't know if it will ever clear up or not." Kevin offered her a tissue for her tears.

"Oh, God, so this isn't his fault. He thinks he's Alex. I am gonna fight for him. I refuse to let him win." She stood up bravely.

"That's a girl." He patted her on the back.

"Kevin, I want back on the force." She made her decision. If Jack wanted to leave her, she would give him a reason not to.

"Sure. I will talk to the boss, and I am pretty sure she will agree." He winked at her.

"Thanks, Kevin." She hugged him, and Jack saw her.

"So, Rose, moving on to my brother?" he asked, a smile on his face.

"He understands me more than I can say for you." She stuck her middle finger up at him.

"Don't let Cassie hear that," Jack replied, winking at her little finger gesture.

"Why should you care anyway? You’re in love with Paola!" Rose retorted.

"You’re right. Why should I?" He walked down the corridor, heading outside.

Inside, he was fuming with anger when he saw Rose hugging his brother. He knew he loved her, and he began to wonder why he was falling for Paola. He walked slowly to the balcony and looked down. Then he began to feel faint because his head hurt, so he sat down. Rose was there to see him sit down.

"Everything all right?" She walked over to the balcony, taking a cigarette out of her purse.

"Everything is fine." He hated that she was there gloating over him.

"Mind if I see the cut?" She put down her cigarette and sat down.

"Sure. Go ahead." He sat down next to her.

Rose waited as he put his head in her lap. She moved his hair to the side and saw the scar. She began to cry, but didn't let him see. She wanted her Jack back. This alter personality was killing her, but she knew there was nothing she could do, or was there? She began to think.

Jack lay on her lap and started feeling relaxed. For a while there, he felt like he was right at home. He turned his head and looked up at Rose. She looked so beautiful to him.

"Rose, I love you so much. I don't know what came over me. I think my having sex with Paola was just a release I needed a long time ago. I love you and her. But honestly, how can I be with both of you? Unless…" He began to think of a solution.

"Unless what?" She looked into his eyes.

"Unless I leave you the house and move in with Paola." He was willing to do that for her. He wouldn't throw her out on the streets. He wasn't that cruel.

"But you can't be serious, Jack. That's your house. Can't we just live together?" She hated that she had said that, but what else could she do?

"We could, but what if I wanna bring Paola over to my house to have a little fun? It won't be right with you there hearing us." He could imagine it already.

"I know. Don't worry about me. I love you, Jack. As much as I hate sharing you, I don't wanna lose you, either. Someday, you’re gonna remember and come back home to me. I don't blame you for the condition you’re in." She wanted to get close to him, but knew she couldn't.

"Rose, I am in perfect condition. I just had sex with the two most beautiful girls here in the agency. That's two in two days. Have you seen Jen?" he asked proudly.

"Not since she got married to Tommy. I suppose she is on her honeymoon," Rose said, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Oh, she was another one. She has those long legs and curves. Tommy must be having fun. Oh, well. Time to do a little work. I will catch you later, Rose." He got up and left.

Jack went to his office and took out some files that he was working on earlier. He got his glasses that he had for reading and put them on. He looked into the file. It was one of the ones he had been working on before he had left for London. It had something to do with why he was shot. He just knew it. His gut feeling told him so. He began to think long and hard about Rose and Paola. Then he began to cry. He took off his glasses and held his head. He felt awfully guilty for screwing his best friend. He hated the look on Rose's face when he had told her. He broke his pencil in frustration.

He looked up to see his brother standing there.

"Jack, is everything all right?" Kevin asked.

"Everything is fine, brother. Come in." He got up and closed the door behind him.

"You miss her, don't you? Look, Jack, I was never one to butt into your love life. But honestly, fucking Paola was the worst choice you could have made. I thought you were happy with Rose." Kevin sat down, and Jack sat down at his desk.

"I was, but I needed Paola. She knows me." Jack slouched in his chair.

"Rose knows you," Kevin said.

"Yes, but not the way Paola does. She's like my little sister." He thought of her, and it didn't seem right what he had done.

"Right. She is. She's never made a move on you," Kevin reminded him.

"I know. I gotta tell her. It was a mistake, and now I realize it. Damn, I am such an idiot. I do this all the time. That's how Chloe and Veronica died." Jack put his hands over his face and pulled his hair back.

"Well, Chloe was an accident. Veronica knew what she was doing, and you did, too, but you never stopped her from taking those drugs. That was your mistake." Kevin knew his brother was in pain. He could see it written all over his face.

"I realize that, Kevin. Thanks for the chat. It's time to set everything right." Jack got up and walked out of his office, going to visit Paola and tell her what he felt.

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