Page 26 of When He Plays

Why did his words make her wetter? The idea of him touching her, right between her thighs…Desire pulsed in her blood Or, even better, even more tempting, the idea of him bending down, of him spreading her out on the big poker table and putting his mouth on her and using that gifted tongue he possessed to lick her⁠—

“Is that little moan a response? And is it a ‘yes’ for me touching you? Just for clarity?”

Her hands were still clutching too tightly to him, and his voice had just been very clear and very loud and— “No, no, no.”

“Fine.” A jerk of his head. His hands left her—immediately. He stepped back.

“No!”

“I’m moving, Charlotte. My hands are off you. Unfortunately.”

Ignoring him, she hopped off the table and grabbed for the smashed glasses on the floor. Did the listening device still work? Because that itty-bitty piece of tech could pick up even whispered conversations and if Jamar had just heard what she’d been doing with Logan…

I am going to be in so much trouble.

Logan was a valuable asset on this mission. Granted, they’d had to blackmail him into cooperating and frankly, yes, that was illegal. But the CIA often operated in shades of gray.

“You look horrified,” Logan noted. “Do tell. Is that horror because you’re worried that your CIA buddies heard you making out with me? Or is the horror due to the fact that you enjoyed making out with me so much?”

Both. Not that she could actually say that answer.

She dropped the glasses back to the floor. Picked up the nearest chair and proceeded to smash the glasses into oblivion.

Soft laughter greeted her smashing process. “Pretty sure I already did a smashing routine, but, by all means, continue destroying those sexy glasses.”

Annoyed, she spun to face Logan. She found him leaning back against the table, arms folded across his chest, eyes on her.

“Is everything some sort of game to you?” Charlotte demanded.

“Generally, yes.”

“Do you know how much trouble I could get into because I—because I—” Charlotte broke off, not even knowing what to say.

“Because you lust so wildly for my gorgeous self?” Logan supplied helpfully as one dark eyebrow arched. “Because you crossed some fake line that you invented that says CIA operatives can’t fuck when they desire someone?”

She smashed the glasses one more time, just in case. Then she heaved away from the chair. She did not step any closer to Logan. “You’re not just someone. You’re a coveted asset.” Her body felt as if it was quivering on the inside. Desire throbbed in her veins. All from a kiss? What was wrong with her?

She needed to get a grip.

“It’s weird, Charlotte, but when your boss went over the rules of this mission with me, I don’t remember her ever saying that we couldn’t fuck.”

Charlotte stiffened.

“Jezebel said I might die.” He nodded. “Distinctly remember that fun point.”

Jezebel Jenkins. A woman who wielded enormous power both in and out of the CIA.

“She said the mission would be dangerous,” he mused. “Intense. But Jezebel didn’t give me some giant list of things that I could not do. A list that included items like, say, kissing you.”

“I’m working undercover.” Jezebel could not learn about what had just happened between them. Jezebel had been the supervisor who’d set up this mission. This was Jezebel’s last big case. Because the woman who’d been a fixture at the CIA for decades planned to retire.

After eliminating one final threat.

“I know you’re undercover.” Logan exhaled heavily. “No need for the reminder. I am quite aware.”

“I am undercover, working as your PA,” she forced the words out. “I was just supposed to be your PA. Only that. Nothing more. But now, Freya saw us. She’ll spread word that we’re fucking.”

He shrugged. Shrugged. And suspicion swelled within her. “Logan.”