Page 32 of To Catch a Sub

Landon straightened, ready to shield her, but Colette walked over to Andrei.

No, not walked.

She strolled, her hips rolling with each step. She was wearing a short jacket over a cotton shirt with cigarette pants that hugged her ass. When she walked like that, her ass was mouth-watering. Landon wanted to take a bite, and feel it hot and red under his palm.

“I can be a very, very good girl,” she purred up at Andrei.

Landon’s dick twitched in his pants, while Rolf studied her with a calculating look.

Andrei had gone perfectly still. No hint of smirk.

Andrei was in Dom mode.

Fuck no. Colette was his.

“But you?” She looked Andrei up and down. “You’ll never earn my submission.”

All three men froze at that, because those were the words of someone who understood. Understood the lifestyle. Understood that submission was a gift given to the Dom, the power exchange itself built on a foundation of consent.

Colette knew exactly what modern BDSM was.

“Be careful,” Andrei said quietly, and the words rumbled, his accent thicker than normal.

“Or what?”

Fuck.

Colette was going to get herself in trouble if she didn’t back down. Andrei would never hurt a woman, not really, but he did not respond well to threats.

Landon had let this go on long enough.

“That’s enough, Colette.” He strode up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pinning her elbows to her sides before yanking her back. Colette sucked in air and jerked, the sound sharp. He must have surprised her.

“Who is she, really?” Andrei asked, his gaze still fastened on Colette.

“A thief.”

“That’s just rude,” Colette said, voice light.

“A very good one, who’s never been caught.” Landon backed up, pulling her with him.

“Who are they, really?” she countered, struggling slightly against his hold. He loosened his grip, which made her relax, but he didn’t let go.

“The man you were trying to start a fight with is Agent Andrei Leonard. And over there is Senior Agent Rolf Pederson.”

Colette twisted to look back at him over her shoulder. “Wait, they’re Interpol too?”

“Yes,” Rolf said.

Colette slumped back against Landon’s chest. “What is this place? Wait, no, better question. Is everyone who works for Interpol a sexual deviant?”

“Only the good ones,” Andrei said, and the smirk was back.

Landon relaxed a little more, and switched to resting a hand on each of Colette’s shoulders. She exhaled audibly.

“No,” Rolf said, frowning. “And given your little speech about heteronormative intercourse, I’m surprised to hear you refer to it as sexual deviancy.”

“Oh, I don’t believe that. I just wanted to insult you.”