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This was all part of the op. That was what she was tellingherself as TJ’s fingers found her nipples. Her ridiculously hard nipples. Herolled them and tugged, and she kept telling herself this was their cover. Oneof the things she’d overheard her captors saying was they would be able to tellif they had the right hostage based on how TJ reacted. They’d wanted someoneelse. Erin or Devi, but the mercenary had brought her.
Cooper had brought her, and he’d played the assholemercenary to the hilt. He’d even walked away with twenty grand.
She should be worth more than twen…
That was a cock. TJ’s cock. It rubbed against her,threatening to send her brain right where her glasses had gone. To a uselessplace where all that power meant nothing.
Now she understood. For years she’d had Ian Taggart tellingher not to think with her pussy. It had seemed like such a logical thing to dothat no one should ever need a reminder. Like breathing. It happened naturally.No reminder needed. But now she understood because for the first time in herlife her pussy was telling her brain to go to hell.
Her pussy was wet, and she could feel the blood starting topool there. It drained from her brain and took away all her thought processes.Lust. It was lust, and it was making all the decisions for her.
When TJ’s hand slipped under the waistband of her skirt, shecouldn’t breathe.
He kissed her neck as his hand slipped lower. Her nipples wereso hard she swore she could feel the damn things pulsing. Like the rest of herskin was deliciously sensitive to his every touch.
Dumb. Dumb. This was so dumb. Her team would be here. Theircaptors were obviously jamming cell signals, but it wouldn’t take her team longto figure that out, and they would use aerial photography to search where shewould…
She clenched her teeth as TJ’s fingers slid over herclitoris. It was there. She could feel the orgasm playing around the edge ofher consciousness. It wouldn’t take much, and it usually took forever. Sheusually had to find a way to smile and finish herself off after her partnerslipped away to the bathroom, but she was not having that trouble today.
She usually thought too much, couldn’t shut off her brain.
That thought drifted away as he pressed gently down andcircled the button of her clit with perfect precision. Just hard enough shecould feel what was coming, but not enough to send her over the edge.
“Baby, you’re so fucking wet. How did you get so wet sofast?”
“I’m sorry.” Embarrassment threatened to swamp her. She was.She was liquid down there, and it didn’t compute. She wasn’t this girl. Shecould take or leave sex. It was something people seemed to need, but she’dalways been a weirdo so she hadn’t questioned it. “I don’t. I don’t do that.”
Her body didn’t flare to life under some guy’s hands. Herpussy didn’t… It didn’t need the way it did now.
His hand pulled out, and before she could apologize again,he picked her up and carried her to the utilitarian bed. He set her down, thatgorgeous face looming over hers. She loved his face, the blue of his eyes andthat square jaw that always seemed to have some sexy scruff no matter how oftenhe shaved.
He’d kissed her. Really kissed her, not some brush of hislips over her chin or forehead like she was a child. He’d kissed her like shewas a woman he wanted, and he couldn’t stop himself. The world could haveburned down around them and it wouldn’t matter because he was right. She had toknow.
“You do that,” he insisted. “You do it for me. You get wetfor me. Your body knows who it belongs to, and I’m going to reward you, Louisa.Do you want to know how?”
His voice had gone dark and deep, and everything inside herresponded to this part of him. This part she’d never met before. He was chill,never taking anything too seriously. He was kind and sweet and funny.
He was dark and deep, and looked like he could eat heralive.
“Yes.” She did want to know. She wanted to know everythingthis man could do to her. In that moment he wasn’t the boy she’d loved forever.He was something new and different, and she wanted to explore him.
His lips kicked up in the sexiest smirk. His shirt was gone,and she could see a couple of bruises on his body but mostly golden skin. Damn,she wished she hadn’t taken off her glasses but they were thick, and she didn’twant him to look down and see her in them. The glasses might be smart, but theyalso helped her see.
“I’m going to get my mouth on you, baby.” He got on his kneesand pushed up her skirt.
The skirt she’d worn for a specific purpose. It was wayeasier to hide things in a flouncy, flowy skirt than in skintight pants. She hadfour different weapons on her, and not one of those assholes had thought tocheck her. They’d seen what she’d wanted them to see—a terrified, helplessgirl.
Who couldn’t possibly know how to hide not only two microdosers with enough sedative to take down a horse, butalso a slender but deadly knife made of material that folded in on itself, anda baton that did the same. The thin material was light and didn’t weigh herdown, and because of how the fabric folded and moved, wasn’t easy to detect.
And there was C4 and a tiny detonator in her boots.
She was loaded up and ready to go.
TJ didn’t seem to notice all the crap that Kenz and Kala andTash had helped her hide in the fabric of her skirt as he pushed it up,revealing her legs and the not-so-pretty underwear she wore. The soaking wetunderwear. His eyes widened as he looked down at her, thumb brushing over thewet patch.
She had to hold her breath because that stroke sent a flashof lightning through her and another pulse of arousal.
“All of this is for me, isn’t it, baby? You don’t react likethis to anyone else, do you?”
