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“Mine,” Altair said. “Tell me what you want, Meghan.”
She wanted his mouth occupied, so she wouldn’t have to hear that name on his lips again.
“Put your mouth on me,” she ordered.
He smiled and promptly dropped his head between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his neck and lifted her hips up, needing release like she needed her next breath of air.
Altair licked her and she bucked. He dipped his tongue inside her, pressing his face against her. He was enthusiastic but had no idea what to do and repeatedly missed the spot she needed his attention on. She wanted to grab his head to direct him to the right place, but he held both her wrists in one of his hands in a hard grip that she found surprisingly arousing. And frustrating.
She angled her hips until his tongue finally rubbed against her clit, and she came hard, a yelp torn from her throat.
Altair looked up at her with a cocky smile as she lay back, relaxed on the bed, completely undone.
He stood up, giving her a great view of the erection he’d freed at some point, and was now rubbing vigorously as he looked down at her.
As the intense desire for release left her body, her brain was able to form enough thoughts to decide that having sex with him on the night that she was supposed to be sneaking into the prison wasn’t a very good idea.
She sat up instead and placed her hands over his, following the same steady up and down motion. He released his grip on himself allowing her full access. She licked her lips wondering what she’d have to do to make him come.
But she didn’t have to wonder long. After a few strong strokes, he threw his head back with a roar as his seed spilled from him, some falling to the bed, while the rest spilled onto her hands.
She continued pumping him until he was completely spent.
“Are you relaxed now?” she asked with a smile.
Altair smiled back at her. “Gary can take my job for all I care.”
She looked down at her hands, wet from his come.
“I need to shower,” she said.
Altair remained quiet. She got off the bed and searched the floor for her nightgown. She wiped her hands on it than palmed the fake passkey, patting the ground pretending to be looking for something, and found his necklace. She replaced it with the fake and wrapped the real one in her nightgown.
She stood up and smiled shyly at him. “Goodnight,” she said, clutching her nightgown to her body.
“Sleep here,” he said, looking back at her like he wasn’t entirely sure what had happened.
“Not yet,” she said. She made it sound more like a promise than a turn down. Then she left the room.
Chapter Nine
Nova met up with Rex a few blocks away from the prison. Altair had surprisingly been very understanding about her desire to sleep in her own bed. She’d taken a long time in the shower, mostly studying the key. It looked standard.
When she’d come out of the bathroom, she’d heard light snoring coming from his bedroom, so she’d gone into hers and prepared for the night.
She had a hard time focusing on where she was going as she rushed to the meeting point. Her mind kept returning to what they’d done. Altair had been as frustrating in bed as he was in conversation. But she’d be lying to herself if she said she hadn’t liked his controlling and possessive attitude in bed.
She pushed down those thoughts when she saw Rex. Letting her mind wander on the job could get her killed, or get Rex killed. Elizabeth probably wasn’t going to want to help Nova get home if she got her husband killed.
She didn’t know what Elizabeth saw in Rex. He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest scowling at her. She couldn’t help but compare him to Altair, and there was no comparison. Where Altair was ruggedly handsome, Rex’s face was hard with a scar that spanned across his eye down to his chin. And while all Mudden men tended to be fit, Rex wasn’t just buff, he was obscenely large.
“You’re late,” he said. “You have the key?”
She nodded in acknowledgment, not wanting to waste time making excuses.
“You have my tools?”
He handed her a cotton bag. She grabbed it, hearing the clank of metal from inside. She loosened the string and opened the bag. The tools inside looked suspiciously like surgeon equipment but they’d been forged to her specifications.
