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“Let’s get started then,” he said, turning to his computer and typing away.
Dominic stood behind me, his chest pressed against my back as he rested his chin on my shoulder. I could feel his erection pressing against my ass. Banking had never been so interesting.
I leaned back into him, enjoying the feeling of his hard body against mine. He ran his hands over my hips, gripping them tightly as the banker collected his information.
I could feel the heat between us building, and I had to focus on the task at hand. If the banker thought we were going to fuck on his desk, he was never going to leave us alone for a moment.
"Come sit down, sweetheart," I told Dominic, patting the chair beside me.
Dominic did as I asked, but he took my hand in his and held it on his lap. I was near enough to the big, hard swell of his cock to find that distracting too.
Dominic made up an excuse to need something faxed in from another bank, and he used the banker's phone to place a call. The banker seemed perplexed about why Dominic didn't have a cell phone--that would be my fault--but agreed to it. Apparently Dominic's alter ego had a lot of money.
I was pretty sureDominichad a lot of money, despite the decision to live in Aiden's house. I was curious aboutwhy.
"I'll be right back," the banker promised once Dominic hung up and said it had been faxed.
As soon as he left, Dominic leaned in the doorway, blocking me from the outside world. I quickly went around the desk and plugged the USB stick into the computer.
It uploaded automatically. I only needed to plant my virus, and the information I needed would be sent to me when the code had done its work.
I pulled out the USB stick--the computer let out a ding of protest at the disconnection--and resumed my seat.
Dominic leaned in close to me, his lips brushing against my ear. "You're so fucking sexy when you show off your criminal side."
The heat between my legs flared at the low, husky sound of his voice.
But I couldn’t get distracted. We had a job to do, and we needed to stay focused.
The banker returned, and we finished up the paperwork. Dominic was approved for a hefty mortgage and he kept up a steady patter with me about what kind of house we would like. It was impossible for me to imagine a life beyond the Belladonnas and a house beyond the one where we all lived together. Dominic’s teasing patter about a house with enough bedrooms for our kids, a big deck for sitting out with drinks and watching the sunset, and a pool to cool off during the summer was… unsettling.
I already had my place in the world. In the shadows.
But Dominic’s hand on my leg sparked sensation shooting up my thigh and straight to my aching clit. For the moment, I was happy to indulge in this fantasy we were spinning for the sake of the…bored banker?
Was he really the one we were talking for?
As soon as we left the bank, I pulled Dominic into a nearby alleyway. His lips crashed into mine in a heated kiss. He pressed me up against the wall, his hands running over my body as he kissed me deeply.
I moaned into his mouth, feeling his hard cock against me.
I pulled away just long enough to ask, "Why did you pretend we were husband and wife?"
I was pretty sure it was a response to my obvious jealousy—which I hadn't expected to feel—but Dominic was too kind to mention it. "Why should Aiden get all the fun of such a delightfully murdery, criminal wife?"
Dominic grinned wickedly, his eyes glittering with mischief. "Besides, it turns me on to think of you as my wife. Seeing the looks on those bankers' faces was priceless. You look so damn hot."
I pursed my lips at the compliments, but a thrill pulsed through me at the thought of us as partners in crime. I was used to working alone. This was a dangerous game, but it was exhilarating to play with someone else.
Without another word, Dominic lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing his body against me as we kissed fiercely. His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing them roughly, kneading my nipples between his fingers. Hot need pulsed between my thighs.
I could feel his cock straining against his pants, and I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. But we couldn't risk getting caught. We had work to do.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from him, drawing a deep, strained breath as I tried to regain my composure.
How was I supposed to work with this man?
I was always so controlled, but when I was near him all I could think about was fucking.
