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There it was, that little whimper when I slid my fingers along her slick, swollen flesh. Her thighs quivered as I nudged her legs wider, and she let me.
Not a cop, not a lawyer, and while she could be just a curious cat out for a night’s play, I didn’t think so. She’d come here with a mission in mind, so frazzled at Killian’s mini-interrogation that she’d thrown down any answer on the page.
My gut curled at that. It meant she didn’t share my kink, or maybe she just thought she didn’t. The way her body responded to me, to the situation I’d put her in, said differently.
I should cut her down and hand her straight over to Rafe. Walk the fuck away. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t ready to give up my little toy, not yet.
Which left… “Reporter, then.” I didn’t bother to phrase it as a question. Her eyes never widened, and her mouth didn’t pop opening in a sweet-as-fuck littleOshape. She knew I’d ask, and she’d been waiting.
Still, we were playing my favorite game.
“Yes.” Another breathy admission, and the one I needed.
“Good girl.” I stroked my fingers along her slit, collectingher juices and spreading them around. “I promised you a reward if you gave me the answers I wanted, and you’ve done very well.”
Her eyes lit up as she struggled for a breath that seemed to be lodged in her throat, her hips rocking against my hand. I dipped my head, intent on helping her find that air, but my brain continued the game on its own, seeking out new lines of questioning and potential answers even if she’d stopped playing. And the results I foresaw didn’t ease the pressure between my shoulder blades that felt like a sniper’s sights were set dead center.
Her soft moan was achingly sweet as she sought the pressure I refused to give her.
I smiled, brushing my mouth over her lips, and considered my wording carefully. No loopholes for her to slither through. I slid a finger inside her, withdrawing in a slow, thoughtful rhythm designed to tease and torture, keep her on edge, but not let her come. “We’re nearly done, pretty face. Tell me what you were supposed to report back from your trip here.”
In, and out. In, her juices coated my hand to the point of deluge. Even if she hadn’t thought she shared my kink, her body told me a very different story. My heart stupidly hoped for more while my brain bitch-slapped the shit out of it.
“I was supposed to find out what made the club sp-special,” she whispered in a shaky breath. Her thighs squeezed around my wrist, hips bucking, seeking the friction necessary to end her torment. Her breath came fast, but I still didn’t have my answer.
“Open.” The command dropped between us, stilling her movements.
She parted her legs a little wider than before and stared at me in confusion. Arousal slicked her thighs, and I wanted to dive back there and lap up every drop she offered. Huh. Well, at least she was a true submissive, even if she hadn’t seemed to knowthat, either.
“Have you ever been to a sex club or tried BDSM before, Josie?”
“No.” She flicked her head side to side in denial. Dark strands lashed around her throat, sticking in her sweat, resulting in a collar of her own making there. A tiny form of self-bondage, even if it was an unconscious one. I left her hair like that, the dark strands so pretty against her bare, pale skin.
“What did you think Fray was?” I narrowed my gaze and fingered her gently until her head dropped back and her eyes rolled. I tapped her cheek sharply—enough to sting—and she blinked bleary eyes at me. “Focus, pretty face. That’s it. Give me what I want.”
“I’ll give you anything,” she whispered, her voice raspy though I didn’t have my claws wrapped around it.
Fuck, but I needed to be inside her the next time I held her like that.
“Tell me why, Josie.” I leaned my forehead against hers, trying not to blow in my damn pants like a prepubescent teenager.
She blinked again, and her gaze slid into focus. Her tight-as-fuck little pussy squeezed my finger, pulsing, and I knew she was close.
“My boss had heard about Rafe and knew he owned the club. But they don’t know about shifters, or me. I had heard things and knew that no journo had been able to get in. I thought I might be a bridge. Give a little goss, lose some of the info that could get him—or Fray—investigated. Maybe some sexy shots that declared it a sex club. Notorious, raised image maybe, but no— No—” Her lips trembled, but no sound came out.
I slid a second finger inside her, working her tight little body hard, and pressed kisses to the corner of her breathless mouth. “Such a good girl. Come for me now.”
I leaned my body into her as she took the pleasure I offered, crying out, all soft curves and sweet scents enough to leave me spiraling with need for her. Hell, I’d have to rub one out after this before I told Rafe just how bad I’d fucked up. I’d be lucky if he gave me a day off in forever post this shit-fight.
Hell, I’d be lucky if every day wasn’t a day off, if he let me walk out of his office after the beating I’d just earned myself. Not that I’d heard he was a harsh boss, but he had a reputation for those who crossed him.
I’d managed to plant myself firmly on the other side of that line with both feet and a pretty girl in my arms.
Her head dropped against my chest within the circle of my arms, though I didn’t remember taking her into me like that. The pleasure I’d given her was bittersweet at best. Funny the hand life dealt out. The one girl I’d found who seemed fucking perfect, and I couldn’t have her.
Hell, I had to let her down and do some damn fine groveling before she sued my ass or exposed my nastier habits to the local cop shop.
“Okay, pretty face,” I murmured against her hair, inhaling her scent again and committing her to memory. “Time to get you down.”
