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She’s mirroring Rafael and Gemma. I am aware of this. Both glasses of wine rest on the coffee table, nearly empty. Christ.
My hand slips from Sophia’s hip to her ass. My palm flattens against her rounded bottom, attempting to keep her from rubbing her thighs against my dick, because as good as it feels, this is an act.
Gemma shifts and straddles Rafael. Both his hands cup her ass, and she rocks her pelvis against him. Gemma’s dress is longer than Sophia’s. If Sophia attempts that maneuver, she’ll be flashing her ass.
Sophia cups my jaw and turns my head away from our supposed hosts. Those baby blue eyes cloud over, and my lungs contract as her thumb brushes over my bottom lip. Her tongue slips out and curves over her luscious, full lip. My heart rate climbs.
She dips her head as her eyelashes flutter closed. Those warm, soft lips meet mine. A current jolts through my body, electrifying my skin. The electrical charge quickens my pulse and neutralizes thoughts. The perimeter of the room darkens.
Sophia lifts her head, and those sex kitten eyes blink. The pads of her fingers dig into the back of my head, and then she presses my head back down to her. Her lips open, inviting me in, and god help me, I accept.
Our tongues collide in a sensuous, sinful dance. One that leaves me wanting to shift her in my lap, to rub her against my aching crotch. Desires that have no rightful place spring up, and my breaths come short and quick. One hand clutches the cushion and the other clasps her thigh, torn between holding her in place or shifting her over me.
A moan infiltrates my senses, and I’m not sure if it’s Sophia’s or Gemma’s, but I stifle a responsive groan. Then Sophia lifts my hand from her thigh and moves it up to her breast.Jesus fuck.
She’s telling me she wants me to paw her breast. She wants me to play along. To mirror the lurid show on the other end of the sofa. I brush my thumb back and forth across the rough yarn. Judging from her squirms, I’m rubbing a sensitive peak. And Jesus, if she keeps twisting in my lap…
The suite door clicks open and deep, boisterous laughter fills the suite.
“Hola,” one man shouts.
I jump up, lifting Sophia with me, pressing her body against mine as I palm her ass. “We’re going.”
Rafael’s friends crowd around us, taking in the scene. I give them the briefest of nods, scoop up our jackets, and lead Sophia down the hall.
At the suite door, I glimpse Rafael pulling Gemma into the bedroom. Howls of laughter from his friends travel down the hall. The door clicks shut.
Sophia’s gaze travels down my chest to my crotch, and the vixen gives a knowing grin. I raise my eyes to the ceiling.
“What?” Her voice is light and breathy and full of play.
“Oh, you know what.”
Our suite door closes behind me, and I press my back to the door, willing my body to calm the fuck down.
What happened back there was all part of the operation. My body just… Jesus. In the past, I’ve slept with assets, even though you aren’t supposed to. But people do it. I’ve never had an undercover op like this, though…with my friend’s daughter. And he’s not just a friend. I might end up working for him again. Technically, he would be my boss.
“Do you think they’re swingers?” Sophia is all the way down the hall. She bends, sticking that delectable ass out in my direction, and unfastens those sky-high fur boots.
I consider her question. It got hot and heavy fast.
“Maybe.”
“Interesting.” She pops back up, picks up her boots, and offers a quick, “Goodnight,” before closing the door.
She’s good at this. The consummate professional. Intelligent. Instinctually savvy. Daring. Sexy as hell. She’s going to have one remarkable career in the CIA.
CHAPTER10
FISHER
Steam billows through the small bathroom and coats the rectangular tiles in a film of moisture. I rest my forearm against the back wall and let the overhead rain shower pummel my shoulders and coax my tight muscles. My free hand wraps around my dick, and I close my eyes.
The taste of Sophia’s wine, rich and sweet, comes to mind. Her teasing tongue, and the way her teeth scraped my bottom lip. Her nails scratching my scalp, tugging on my hair. Did she have any idea what she did to me, rubbing that delectable bottom over my iron-hard erection, grinding my sensitive tip?
My grip on my shaft tightens. Up and down. I need to visualize a woman’s mouth. Sophia’s lips and those sky-blue eyes crystallize. I close my eyes, shutting that down. Not her. Anyone but her. I comb through memories. The last woman I fucked. A brunette. Yes. An olive complexion. Dark, sultry eyes.
My hand over her breast, palming her. But there’s a coarse fabric. Sophia’s breast. She’s placed my hand over her breast, and my thumb flips over her tender crest. Sweetly curved mounds I’ve never actually seen, but damn if I can’t visualize them.
