A/n: violence, guns, blood.

Really you shouldn't be that surprised that you finally wound up in your current predicament. If it weren't for the impeccable, handsomely hot, arrogant British spy, Jonathan Pine. You may have not have had your arms and legs bound to this damn uncomfortable chair. Listening to, two goons of the man you were pretending to be intimate with, weal on Pine. But then again he may deserve it just a little. If you weren't tied up, you may have been the one beating the holy hell out of the man. He was the one that kind of blown your damn cover when he walked in. Let alone how could Angela do that to you sending someone else in. You hadn't been pretending to be this asshole's woman, having to stomach sleeping with him for over a year now. For her to send in Pine was a low blow to your status as a spy. You never worked well with others. And the current predicament you were in would be the reason why.

        Sadly for a female field agent you were the only one really, most female agents sat behind a desk. Only if really and rarely needed in the field. You on the other hand couldn't stand sitting behind a desk. You worked your ass off to prove you could do what your male counterparts could do but better. Sure you used your body to seduce others. It worked for you and it worked well. You didn't just get a reputation and code name "Man Killer" for nothing. This mission was to be the biggest one. Bring down one of the worlds most dangerous drug dealers. Who was also the worlds most eligible bachelor. And you were the one fucking him nightly. You had him wrapped around your finger it took you this long to get him to trust you, to want you more then anyone. And then that all went up in flames when Jonathan showed up. Parading around as your sexy new bodyguard. Your "boyfriend" had felt you needed more security after a threat on your life by another group of dealers. Of course when Angela got wind of this she sent Pine. Never giving you a warning like she did Pine.

       When Pine walked through the doors you had no idea who he was. Foolish on your part. You should have. He extremely good looks was enough for you to want to have a little fun. And hell maybe get another bad guy killed in the process why not. Shameless flirting with him. Luring Jonathan in to bed with you. How it started was Dominic was away on Business leaving you to go on holiday. Only to take your sexy new bodyguard with you and the girls. Spain had been the destination. And it had been awhile since you had some fun. Hoping Pine would be better and more well endowed then Dominic. The way Jonathan's slacks hugged him, had you thinking so.

        That first night and a few drinks later you had Pine in your hotel bed. Or was it him that had you. Normally you ended up being very dominating. But Jonathan had you pinned down under him, screaming his name over and over agin. And dear god he was huge. Now you weren't sure if you wanted him gone just yet. You couldn't get enough of the man. Sweet, charming, and amazing in the sack. And that's how it all started. How you both got caught. You had your thighs wrapped tightly around his head as he indulged himself, one night when Dominic was to come home. Pulling another orgasm out of you. It had been bugging him for weeks that he had yet to tell you about who he was.

       "Y/n." He moaned out after he finished working you over with his mouth. He had pulled himself above you. Slowly burying his throbbing manhood inside you. "I'm not who you say I am. Well I am Jonathan Pine," taking a deep breath. "But I work for Angela Burr." He panted out. He picked the wrong time to tell. You froze mid moan.

     "W-What?!" You screeched. "You what! She... fuck." Before he could explain or finish bedding you. You had him flipped on his back. Pulling off of him. Getting off the bed in a panic. Grabbing his scattered clothes from the floor. "You need to get out now." You throw his clothes at him. Finding your robe you shrugged it on. While you paced your room freaking out. Jonathan quickly dressed. Not leaving yet until he explain himself. Grabbing ahold of you. Your reflexes kicked in and you slapped him first. But before you could get him to the floor he had your pinned against the wall.

        "I'm sorry darling, I really am." He sighed. Holding your hands on either side of your head. You tried to pull away, push him off of you. Fighting him off. But he was a bit stronger then you, or maybe you just didn't want to fight him.

       "You... You lied to me. Why the hell did Angela send you. This, this was my mission." His hissed.

        "I know darling, and when she got word you had been threatened she sent me. To keep you safe." Jonathan spoke softly. Trying to calm you down.

         "You're a bloody spy.. Pine. I almost had you killed for fun." You hissed.

        "And you still will be." Dominic voice roared over the two of you. Both of you looked over, your eyes widened in pure fear. Jonathan cursed himself. The gun in Dominic's hand pointed at you.

          "Get off my whore of a girlfriend." Dominic growled. Storming through the room. Practically throw Jonathan off of you. Dominic grabbed you by the hair and pulled you against him. Keeping the gun pressed against your head. After that everything was hazy and that's when you woke up in your current predicament.
  
              They dragged Pine back to the chair next to you. He looked like hell. You looked over to the two idiots that dragged him over tying him back to the chair. You pulled at your restraints again. Hoping they had loosened. But no such luck. You never thought you would be here. Never thought that you would be tied to the chair next to another spy. Thinking all along you would have Dominic behind bars.

          "So boys, when is it my turn?" You wiggled your eyebrows at them. Trying to get them to untie you. One of them smirked as he pushed Jonathan head back. The other only chuckled. The taller off the two stood up to his full higher. Turning towards you. "Well looks like I got your attention."

        "You know I've always wanted to have a few round with you bitch." He roughly grabbed ahold of you chin.

         "Don't you dear touch her." Jonathan spat out. Blood tricked out from his mouth. He really wasn't in any shape to make threats.

          "Why not now. You know I always had a thing for you. You look like fun." You flirted, batting your eyes and biting your lips. "You wanna untie me and I'll make it worth Your while before I die? One last fuck."

        "She maybe hot Ivan. But I wouldn't trust the bitch." The other one hissed. Hand hovering over his gun.

         "You could join. Have a real party." You purred. You could see the look on Jonathan's face. Even with all the blood and bruises he did not like what you were trying to do. Ivan didn't listen to his friend. As he untie you. Gun pointed at you so you wouldn't do anything funny.

        "Watch him. I'm going give her a little something." Ivan smirked making you walk in front of him. Moments later, Pine had been in and out of consciousness. He could hear commotion. And possibly someone, male voice screaming very feminine. When he look up you held a gun in your hand and a sway in your hips as you walked towards him. Sweet smile. Kneeling down to untie him.

       "Hey hey, Jonathan can you walk? I need to to walk for me. Yeah." He nodded. Helping him up. Pulling his right arm over your shoulder. "Whoa, there I got you." He almost fell on you. "Let's get you out of her shall we?"

        It had been almost two week since you had arrive back in London. You have a few bumps and bruises. But Jonathan was the worst, still in the hospital unconscious. You hadn't left his side really. Beside giving you intel on everything you had on Dominic and he dealings. It was enough to take him down. You paced Jonathan's room. Every little beep made you jerk, looking over at him. Angela came a few times to check on him and you asking if you needed anything. You sighed for the millionth time. You hadn't had real food in a few days. After you had your debriefing you felt like it was more your fault then him.

      "Could you stop pacing." You heard Pines voice weakly spoke barely loud enough to hear over the machine. Oh that ass.

      "You know I have everything under control. Then you had to waltz in like you've owned the place. Subduing me, luring me with you damn sexiness. It all your fault. You're bloody ass." You hissed walking towards him. In a huff. Jonathan tried not to laugh.

        "Um darling I think it was the other way around. You were the one to lure me into your hotel room. Lips on mine." He tried to smirk.

       "Ohhh ohh. You sir had me pinned to the bed ripping my dress off of my damn body. Fucking me into the mattress." Snipped. You were face to face with the man. His hand pulled at you. Making you fall on top of him. Holding yourself up not to hurt him. You found your lips on his once more. Your body had a mind of its own as you moved to straddle him. Only for him to wince in pain against your lips. "You deserved that."

          "The kiss or the pain?" Jonathan hummed. His lips only ghosting over yours.

        "Both." You mumbled. Resting yourself against his side. As his good arm held you close.