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Rhianne pulled away from him the second they were inside and the door closed. He watched her shoot across to the nightstand and its paper and pen.
We need to find a way to break the bug. I need to talk to you, she wrote, holding the page up for him to read.
“Kiss me,” he commanded, pitching his voice low and gravelly, as if he had been thinking about her every second of the evening. Which…he had.
Rhianne raised a delicate eyebrow at him, clearly confused, but he closed the gap between them. “You heard me,” he said, in that same deep voice. “Need me to show you?” He kissed her, a brief but hard capture of her mouth. “Been wanting to do that all evening, ever since I saw you in that dress. You’re more beautiful than ever. And all for me…”
He bent to her ear and nipped it. “Trust me,” he whispered, clamping his hands on her ass to pull her into his body.
Her eyes still held questions…but she went willingly into his arms. Something in his heart twinged at the proof that she really did trust him. That was when he closed the gap between them, moving in on her, sliding his hands around to her back and taking her mouth, letting her response guide the direction and pressure of his hands and the demand of his mouth.
“Baby,” he husked, sliding his hands along her curves. “Do you know what you do to me? You have to, just like I have to have you. Right here and now.”
He backed her toward the bedroom, making sure to steer her past the standing lamp that held the bug. As they passed it, he deliberately knocked his arm against it so that it crashed to the floor. “Shit,” he ground out. “I can’t control myself around you—now look what I did.” The bug was exposed from the way the lamp had fallen. He took great pleasure in stepping on it. When it was squashed, he stepped away.
Rhianne sucked in a breath and got her respiration under control. “So that, that was just to…” She finished her question by jerking her head at the floor where the ruined bug lay.
In a flash, Eric understood the reason for the hurt in her eyes and could have kicked himself. “Not just,” he replied. “Never just. How could it be?” He let her see what looking at her and even the memory of kissing her did to him, how hard he was, his cock tenting his tuxedo pants. Before he knew what he was doing, he was on his knees in front of her. Well, fitting—her beauty brought him to his knees.
They were right by the bed that Rhianne had tidied up before the stylist and her assistant had come in earlier, sweeping away any sign of what they’d done to get the sheets and blankets in such a mess. No amount of tidying could erase the memories, though, and he thought the same images played in Rhianne’s mind as she gazed down at him, her plush lips slightly parted.
Images of him stroking her, exploring her, his fingers slipping in the honey his touch had called from her. He’d touched her, yes, but not tasted her fully. And that was something he wanted to remedy right now. He slid the dress up and got it as far as her knees before Rhianne took over, letting him know that she wanted this as much as he did.
“Higher,” Eric pleaded. “Show me.”
Rhianne slipped the material higher, then higher still, revealing a scrap of black lace that passed for panties.
“Baby.” Eric traced the fabric with his thumbs. “So glad I didn’t know you had these on under that dress all through the event tonight. I wouldn’t have lasted.” He pushed them down her long legs, but left them looped around one ankle, still displayed in those gorgeous high heels that made her legs look endlessly long. The decadent sight had him even harder, if that were possible. He ran his hands up the inside of her legs and widened her stance, spreading her wide for hm…seeing her glisten for him.
He knew she’d taste sweet and the long first lick he took, dipping his head low to her, confirmed it. When his tongue tip reached her bud, Rhianne’s knees buckled. Attuned to her every movement, Eric gave her a gentle push, which had her sitting on the bed.
“Been craving this since I touched you,” Eric confessed. “I need to taste you.”
That was all the warning he gave her before he lowered his head to her again, licking along her folds, loving the tiny sighs Rhianne made in response. He nuzzled into her curls, using a thumb to reveal her swollen, deep-pink clit.
He took his time circling it with his tongue, feeling the tremors in her upper thighs and the impatient buck of her hips before he latched on with his lips and sucked. God, the taste, and the chorus of cries and moans that fell from Rhianne in response. Both blew his mind. He wanted to stay there for hours, but he knew that wouldn’t be enough. Not for either of them. He knew what he wanted to do, but he wanted her to direct him.
“Please…”
He’d never imagine Rhianne could whimper, but the sound thrilled him. “Please what?” he raised his head to ask, wiping a finger along his lips. His wet lips.
“More.”
Her whimper changed to a demand, accompanied by a wriggle of her hips, and it pulled a crooked smile from Eric. He made sure to scrape the scruff of his beard along the delicate skin of her inner thighs as a prelude before he pressed his face into her folds—and speared her with his tongue, licking as deep into her channel as he could go.
He eased out a little before forging back in, mimicking how he’d taken her earlier. As then, Rhianne met his every thrust, an equal, willing partner in their sensuous play. Eric gave himself over to the honeyed feast that was Rhianne Carlson, losing himself in pleasuring her. He reveled in taking her to the brink, making her body arch off the bed before he slowed and eased free of her…then did it again.
Rhianne banged clenched fists down on the mattress on either side of her, her agonized frustration clear, and Eric took that as a signal to close his lips around the jutting swell and flatten his tongue against her clit. Rhianne convulsed, her hips jerking so hard she almost dislodged him, and her sharp cry animal-like as she reached her climax.
Eric softened the hold he had on her, only pulling completely free of her at her long shudder and the relaxing of her body. His cock throbbed, desperate for her tight warmth, but before Eric could give in to his body’s urgent demand, his burner phone buzzed.
The only people who had his new, fake contact details were Charlie and Ian, and they’d only be in touch if there were developments. This was good news—it was what he’d wanted when they’d left the event, even if it was very difficult to convince his body to do anything other than lose himself in Rhianne. But the mission came first. He had to focus.
“Charlie,” he explained to Rhianne, his voice harsh as he searched for his phone. “He’s emailed.”
“Gotta appreciate his timing.” Rhianne’s breathing still hadn’t returned to normal, but she sat up so they could see the screen together. “Satellite footage?” she asked.
“Of this compound,” Eric confirmed. “Charlie has contacts who can get in low, and he’s sent an overhead view.” They had seen as much as they could of the place in their initial surveillance, but the need to stay well screened themselves, and the angle they’d had on the compound, had limited their view.
