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My training told me to disarm her and turn the gun on her instead.
Grab.
Twist.
Turn.
Shoot.
It was a motion I had done hundreds of times before. I could do it right then and end the entire job. But the anger in Blake’s eyes,godI needed to feel it.
She cocked the gun, though her finger was not resting on the trigger like it should have been when she found someone rifling through her stuff. Stuff that was obviously very incriminating. Stuff that she shouldn’t want anyone to find.
She didn’t want to kill me, but she would if I gave her no choice.It was clear in her face.
It caused me to shiver.
“You manipulated me,” she whispered. Her voice did not betray the hurt I knew was lingering under her skin. A part of me felt bad that I was the cause of her hurt, but my excitement far outweighed it.
“What are you talking about, Blake?” I asked, feigning innocence. “Why are you pointing a gun at me?”
Her jaw clenched.
“Is this why you followed me?” she asked. “How much do you know? Didhesend you? Tell you to fuck with my emotions like this?”
“I don’t know—”
She pushed the gun straight to my forehead. The cool metal sent a violent bolt of electricity up my spine.
“Cut the bullshit, Quinn,” she growled. “Tell me, or I swear to God I’ll blow—”
I grabbed the gun and forced it upward to allow me to lunge at her. Blake was quick in her movements because of her training, but not quick enough.
I tangled a hand in her short locks while the other gripped her throat. I squeezed the sides letting her know exactly who was in charge. Her eyes widened, and for the first time, I saw fear flash across them.
I used to love seeing the fear in my target’s face…so why did it cause me to stall?
It was enough of a mistake that she used her body weight to push us to the ground. She straddled my hips and brought the gun under my chin, tilting it up.
My hands flew to her hips. Heat flared through me when I realized that Blake had only put on a sleep shirt with nothing else underneath after our time together.
I was so turned on it was ridiculous.
“I’ll ask you again,” she said, though this time she was breathless. “Who thefuckare you?”
I held my breath as my hand trailed from her hip to her muscular thigh.
Her breath hitched, and she pushed the gun harder against me.Fuck. She’s so fucking perfect.
“Maybe I should be asking you that,” I said with a chuckle. “What have you been hiding from me, little agent?”
“Who sent you?” she asked again, though her tone was more of a plea than a demand.
“Does it make you feel powerful?” I asked, squeezing her thigh, my voice dropping low. “To have me immobilized here while you straddle me?”
She didn’t stop my hand as it traveled up and brushed across the tuft of curls between her legs. Nor when I traveled the path from her clit into her wet cunt.
Her eyes narrowed at me.
