Keeping It Secret by Terry Towers

 
    Chapter 1

    Looking at herself in the mirror over the sink of the airport bathroom, Nikki smoothed down the front of her black sundress. It fell to mid-thigh and dipped just low enough into her cleavage to tease. A subtle type of sexy was what she was aiming for. She fingered the large diamond secured to a delicate gold chain around her neck - her birthday present from him . Because of the clarity and size most people assumed it to be a fake; little did they know it was very real, but she kept that information to herself.
    It had been two months since she'd last seen her Uncle Grant, not since her nineteenth birthday party, and she missed him nearly every second of each day. At least it felt that way at times. While he was her uncle, technically they weren't blood related. She had learned many years ago that he had been adopted as a child. That was when her thoughts of him turned from being those of a niece for her uncle, to fantasies a woman has for the man she desires. On the night of her nineteenth birthday, she realized his feelings towards her had changed as well.
    She vividly remembered their one night together. She relived it in her fantasies each night with her vibrator in hand before drifting off to sleep. She relived the way his hands caressed her body, the warmth of his naked body as she cuddled up next to it, and the way his large cock stretched her to the limits, making her scream out for more. Even now, just thinking about him made her pussy pulsate and her juices begin to gather between her legs
    She looked down at her watch. Grant was due to arrive from Washington, DC in fifteen minutes. The CIA had given him a few days to spend with her, before sweeping him off to some new job they had lined up for him. It both annoyed and worried her that she rarely knew where he was or even if he was alive! She could go days, even a week or more, without a word from him. It was unbelievably nerve-wracking.
    Deep blue eyes, sparkling with excitement, looked back at her when she gave one final examination of herself, in the mirror. Running a hand through her smooth, chocolate brown hair, she took a deep breath in and then exhaled. She was ready.
    Making her way through the Logan International airport, in Boston, she found her way to the terminal where she was supposed to meet him. She arrived at the terminal just in time to see the door of the jet swing downwards and the passengers begin to file out. It was a tiny plane; she counted roughly thirty passengers scurrying out before the final passenger exited.
    The final passenger was a man for whom she would have sworn the expression 'tall, dark and handsome' had been coined. Nikki's stomach did a somersault and her pulse raced just at the sight of him. Grant was wearing a very official looking black suit, black button down shirt and mirrored sunglasses. He was the stereotypical government agent if she ever saw one – or at least how they were portrayed in the movies. This was the first time she'd seen him in a suit, usually he wore faded blue jeans and a t-shirt which would stretch across his powerful chest. She'd never seen him looking so formidable, and it was as sexy as hell.
    Her eyes followed him as he briskly made his way to the terminal entrance, a black leather carry-on slung over his left shoulder. As he entered the terminal, he removed his sunglasses and pocketed them in his jacket; his storm-grey eyes caught her blue ones immediately.
    A rush of adrenaline shot through her. He was finally here!
    Without thinking, she ran up to him and leapt into his arms. Luckily for him, he'd braced himself for her, as if he anticipated that type of welcome. He held her tight as she wrapped her limbs around him, and kissed him soundly. Grant gave in to her overzealous kisses - despite the crowd of onlookers that was gaining in size by the second.
    She knew she was drawing attention to them both, but didn't really care. Nikki also knew that Grant would scold her when they left