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I scanned the room, taking in every inch of the space. Then, listening to airflow in the area, I gauged for changes in sound aside from the air-conditioning system. A slight whistle in the corner told me a hidden panel or door sat somewhere in that space.
Cheeky girl.
She should know by now that I could find every secret passage in a place. Hell, they were my specialty. Tiny spaces allowed me to discover all the secrets the big fuckers could never learn.
People loved to underestimate my five-foot-two height, thinking my size made me less than or weak. Fools, all of them.
More times than not, my petite stature allowed me to slide in and out of places without leaving a footprint or detection. Something paramount in the spy game.
Plus, it helped I had no issues with claustrophobia or moving about in dark spaces.
I waited another minute in the middle of the room, locked the lounge door from the inside, and then made my way to the corner.
I traced along the wall and found a small groove concealing a lever. Just as I tugged the handle and the panel shifted, a hand grabbed hold of my wrist, pulling me into darkness and pinning me to the wall.
Instinct fired to life, and I shifted my hips, readying to nail the fucker in the balls as I reached for the gun strapped to my thigh. Stilling just as fast, I reined in my need to fight, closed my eyes, and dropped my head against the wall.
“Sam, you shouldn’t be here.”
“Yes, or no?” Sam asked in that deep rasp that made my body instantly react.
He planned to do to me exactly what I’d done to him time and time again throughout the last few years. He’d never know where I’d pop up to have my way with him. We’d end up fucking in stairwells, closets, pantries, and my favorite—hidden rooms. Then we’d return to whatever event we were attending as if nothing had happened between us.
My breath grew unsteady as my nipples pebbled and arousal pooled between my legs. I shouldn’t want him like this, ache for him like this.
A few words, a look, the scent of him, his sheer presence.
“You’re with someone else.”
“That’s not what I asked you.” He glided his hand over my throat, down my neck, and skimmed over my breast, moving lower until he cupped the mound of my sex through my dress. “Does he make you come, Highness?”
Only Sam had ever called me by that name. It was his way of reminding me of our different stations in life and the fact he believed I was lowering myself with him.
If only he’d knownIwas the one tainted. He’d forged himself out of fire and hardship. While I had more blood on my hands than anyone would believe.
And I planned to add to it without any guilt.
“Nothing to say?” Sam pressed down, then stroked two fingers over my clit, causing the ache deep in my pussy to grow more needy and painful.
Without thought, I lifted against his questing palm, needing the friction I craved, and whispered, “He doesn’t touch me at all.”
“Am I supposed to believe that you left me for a man who doesn’t please you?”
He lowered to his knees and slowly gathered the silken material of my gown up until he had it bunched at my thighs just above where my gun sat strapped against me. Goose bumps prickled over me as cool air glided over my heated skin.
“Never leave home without it, do you?”
“A girl can never be too careful.”
“Do you think you’re safe now?” His lips brushed the area just shy of my underwear. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”
“You don’t scare me.”
He pushed my dress farther up and blew against the silk covering my arousal-soaked clit.
Oh God, I needed more.
Next, his tongue stroked the swollen bundle of nerves, dampening the material further and rocketing my desire higher.
