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His lust-filled stare drops to my legs before meeting my eyes. He starts the car and pulls away from the bar. “I’ve got a hotel room just down the road. Something a little more private.”

I trail my fingers along the back of his hand as he pushes in the clutch and switches gears. The engine purrs as we drive fast through the New York City traffic. “Sounds perfect to me.”

The hotel comes into view, with small windows and cracked bricks overlooking the street. It isn’t the nicest hotel, but it will do.

After all, the hotel isn’t really what I’m here for.

Yuri parks the car and leads the way across the patterned carpet floor and into the elevator. The elevator feels impossibly small and way too warm.

His calloused fingers slide along my arm and up the side of my neck. “You’re beautiful.”

“For a guy with a nice car, this isn’t the hotel I was expecting.” I follow him to his room, leaning against the off-white wall as he opens the door. “So, do you live around here and just keep a hotel room to take your ladies to?”

He laughs and opens the door, looping an arm around my waist and pulling me inside. His toned body presses against mine as he backs me toward the bed.

“I’m in town for business. I live in Russia.”

Yuri flicks on the light, illuminating a room with off-white walls and a beige carpet. The bright red chair at the desk near the window is the only pop of color in the room.

“Not bad.” My hands glide up his chest, undoing the top two buttons of his black dress shirt. “Are you going to give me a tour of the room?”

He takes my hand and spins me around, pulling me back against his body. His thick arm loops around my waist, walking me around the room.

“Over here is the bathroom and that’s the kitchenette. And oh, would you look at that, our tour ends at the bed.”

I spin in his arms, catching sight of the handcuffs on the nightstand. He lets go of me to kick off his shoes and gets on the bed, reaching for the remote for the television that hangs on the wall and puts on some music.

His gaze darts to me as I grab the cuffs and dangle them from one finger. Lust lights up his blue eyes, making them shine.

“These are fun.” I swing the cuffs as I stride toward the bed. “Criminal or cop?”

Yuri snickers and tucks one arm beneath his head. “You decide.”

“Criminal.” I perch myself on the edge of the bed, leaning close to him. My voice is soft as I unbutton more of his shirt. “You look too rugged to be a cop. Definitely a criminal.”

“I might be.”

His breath hitches as I straddle his waist. I press the stiletto heels into his thighs as I lean forward and unclasp the handcuffs.

“Let me arrest you, naughty boy,” I purr.

He rolls his hips beneath me as I take his free hand and slide the metal around it. I give him a minute, allowing him to run his hand down the curve of my waist.

When I reach for his restrained wrist, he is more than cooperative. Desire wages war in his gaze as I lean forward, my body pressing against his. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he looks down at my breasts.

As I snap the other end of the handcuffs to the bars of the metal bed frame, I slide off him.

I’m going to need to dunk my body in bleach after that.

While rolling my eyes, I pull out my earpiece, my boss’ laughter echoing through the little device.

“You fucking bitch,” Yuri says as I put the earpiece back in once Tom regains control of himself.

Tom chuckles again as Yuri starts to curse in Russian. “You really do have a way with words, don’t you, Agent Hudson?”

I cross my arms and pace back and forth. “You only call me that when you’re trying to piss me off. Send in backup.”

Tom starts cackling again, repeating what I was saying to Yuri to whoever else is in the surveillance room with him. I sigh and lean against the wall, propping one foot up as I look at Yuri.

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