Help...My Wife Is A Spy

Underneath the shower, the couple was still fully dressed. After all, their clothes also got dirty during the food fight and they needed to wash it anyway. However, Halia's white crop top was beginning to go see-through and Jackson could see the lace bra she was wearing underneath.

He tried not to look down as he wiped some cake off the woman's face. But, the droplets of water that were gliding down her cheek, mixed with the steam forming in the bathroom made the atmosphere extremely seductive.

Meanwhile, Halia looked at the fit, chiseled body in front of her. Jackson's wet shirt clung to his body, outlining each and every muscle he had on his sculpted body. How much did this guy work out?

Halia couldn't tell if it was the warm water that was making her hot, or whether her body was heating up, but she could feel herself turning red as she stretched out a finger and started tracing it across the man's body.

Jackson trembled a little at her touch as it sent shockwaves through his body.

Her finger traced across his collarbone, down his c.h.e.s.t, and past his abs, finally stopping just above his pants.

Jackson grabbed Halia's hand pulled it behind his back, thrusting the woman forward towards his body. "What are you trying to do?" he asked in a frustrated tone.

Halia looked up innocently, water dripping off her long black hair.

"If you keep doing that, it's going to get dangerous," Jackson warned under his breath.

Halia moved in closer to the man and rubbed her nose against his. "I laugh in the face of danger," she whispered before she kissed him with her watery lips.

Jackson ran his fingers through Halia's hair as he kissed her back. But he knew, if they continued like that, he would not be able to control himself and they'd get no work done, so he eventually moved away and turned off the tap. Of course, he had no idea that this was exactly Halia's intention.

"We should be clean by now, let's go get changed," he laughed as he handed Halia a towel.

Halia took the towel and wrapped it around her body. But, to Jackson's surprise, after Halia covered herself in the towel, she pulled off her shirt and threw it at his head, covering his vision. "We can't walk across the lab when we're dripping wet like this," she giggled.

Jackson removed the dripping wet shirt from his head and looked at it confusedly. That was when he noticed that Halia's jeans were already on the ground. She was right, their clothes were completely soaked and it would make the entire lab wet if they walked out like this. But, when his eyes ran across the smooth skin on her legs and arms, the thought of her wearing only her lingerie underneath the towel, made him extremely hot and bothered.

...

Meanwhile, over at Halia's apartment, Max was beginning to realize that he had no excuse to see Cleo again after Halia was back. Unwilling to give up, he came up with a plan, "Hey Cleo, I remember you mentioned last time that you're a dietitian, is that right?"

Cleo nodded her head as she placed Coco on the ground. The little brown toy poodle ran over to her dish and started eating.

"Would you like some contract work? I'm actually opening a restaurant and I could do with your help to check the menu," Max suggested.

Cleo looked at the man happily, "I would love to help you out."

Max smiled as he cheered on the inside. That was easier than he thought!

"Are you free after this?" he immediately asked.

"Sure," Cleo replied. "Do you want to come to my place for a cup of tea or coffee while I change into some proper clothes?"

Max froze. Her place?

Max scanned his eyes across the woman. Sure, she was attractive, but that wasn't the only thing that Max liked about her, so he didn't actually notice what she was wearing until now. She had just returned from her daily walk with Maximus, so she was in a pair of tight grey jogging pants, a pastel pink crop top and a loose hooded grey windbreaker. The pants hugged the woman's body perfectly, outlining her fit body and the crop top revealed her nicely sculpted abs. Of course, she was a dietitian, so it was apparent that she took good care of her body.

Max felt his heart race as he nodded his head. "Tea would be nice," he replied with a gulp.