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My arousal raged out of control when Tabatha fisted my shirt and pulled me closer, the heat of her body driving me over the edge. With one hand in her hair, I hitched her leg over my hip, feeling my cock twitch feverishly with anticipation as I reached up that slit in her dress that drove me insane on the dance floor earlier.
As I traveled further up her thigh, not even fully aware we were being watched, my cock demanded I free him, so eager to be inside her. I fought the urge to snatch her dress off and slide into her, balls deep. I desperately wanted to make her wet and sticky with me. No condom. No barrier between the pulse of her pussy squeezing me.
Finally, voices filtered in through the haze of lust and I realized where we were. The mission. This fucking closet. Tabatha had kissed me, and I’d let myself forget we were on the trail of a criminal.
And you kissed her back.
A fact I was sure she was going to make me regret.
Anything for the mission, right?
Slowly, I pulled my lips from hers. Tabatha's eyes were cloudy, and she looked dazed with her lips full and bruised. She quickly came around and registered there were other men here when she heard one speak up rather loudly. "You two are getting started without the rest of us. The real ceremony is downstairs. Bring her down. We'll tie her up with the other offerings."
And well, if that wasn't like a bucket of ice water on my libido, hearing these freak jobs had women tied up for their disposal.
"For fuck's sake," I grunted and nodded. "Be there in a moment."
I waited until they were gone and the door closed again before I set Tabatha back on her feet.
"Did you hear that? You need to relay the message to Saff and have her bring Amelia down here fast." When I spoke, my voice was gravelly. It didn't even bloody sound like me.
Yeah, genius, that's what happens when you snog one of your goddamn agents.
"Yeah, we’ve gotta get to the women they have tied up." Tabatha's breath was still coming out short and choppy.
Before I opened the door again, I turned to her. "You all right, Monarch?"
She nodded, her eyes still glazed, but her lips were set in a grim line. She had already let go of the moment.
There was no moment. She kissed you to save the bloody mission, not because she wants you, dipshit.
Had to give it to Tabs, it was a pretty brilliant move because those twats hadn't seen our faces. But there was no accounting for the sting I was feeling from the obvious rejection. I usually didn't care that much about the women I kissed, but I didn't remember that ache happening before.
Well, this is Tabatha, maybe you care a little more than you are letting on.
She was my agent, and I had to trust her, but I couldn't bring myself to fully care for her.
Silently we stepped out of the closet, our eyes never meeting, instead scanning the area for additional possible threats. Finally, our coms were back online and our phones vibrated. We looked down hastily and saw a text that Saff was on her way to us because Rook had obtained plans to the facility that included this underground area.
We walked in our usual protection pattern. Taking turns being point, but still, when a robed figure stepped out into the hall, reaching for Tabatha, my fury sprang to the surface. My gun was out in a flash.
He tightened his arm around Tabatha’s neck. For her part, she was smart and had tucked her chin.
“Monarch, move.”
Her eyes went wide, and I watched her hand slide up under her dress for her knives. She was capable, but my gun was faster. She did not move, however.
Instead, she jabbed her knife into his thigh, and when he loosened his grip, she twisted his arm away from her, leaving me a clear shot… which I took.
Two tranqs to the chest. “Next time I tell you to move, bloody move.”
“I thought you were going to use real bullets. Which are loud and ill-advised right now.”
She grabbed his arms, and I grabbed his feet as we carried him to the wardrobe we’d just vacated. “You think I would use real bullets?”
“Never know with you.”
She had a point.
