Page 28 of Spies Like Us

“Harder,” I beg breathlessly, and I guess he takes that as permission, so the next swipe of his tongue is firm and confident, and I feel my eyes roll back in my head as Lathan feasts on my pussy. He doesn’t fuck around. He uses his mouth, lips, and tongue and eats my cunt like he’s a condemned prisoner and I am his last meal on Earth. It’s almost too much. I feel tears leak out of the corners of my eyes as he keeps me on the precipice of pleasure, riding that crest perfectly without sending me over.

“Please, God, please, more,” I plead, my hands clenching his hair.

He chuckles darkly as he pulls away just as I was about to come.

“No,” I sob out, but he takes pity on me. Running two fingers through the mess he made, he slides them home. I cry out with relief as my channel flutters around them. He curves his fingers slightly and pulls them out before slamming them home again. My knees buckle, and it’s all I can do to stay standing as he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks hard. That, combined with his fingers inside me, sends me flying over the edge, my orgasm rolling through my body, making me moan loudly. He eases off on my clit but continues to finger fuck me, drawing out my pleasure.

I’m impatient now, so I tug on his hair and drag him up my body. He smiles and wipes his mouth on my thigh before removing his fingers, giving into my demands. He stands up and takes my mouth with his, the taste of me on his tongue musky and heady.

While our tongues tangle, fighting for dominance, I reach down and undo his belt, then the button and zipper on his pants before shoving them lower. One of his hands hooks the neckline of my dress and drags it lower so my breasts tumble free. He takes one into his mouth, sucking and laving his tongue over the nipple, and the roughness of my lace bra creates an exquisite friction with his wet mouth. Reaching into his boxers, I stroke my hand up and down his length a couple of times, a smile stretching across my lips at the sound of his moan. Hearing him come undone is intoxicating. He reaches under my thigh and lifts my leg, wrapping it around one of his hips before pushing his boxers down and notching his hard, smooth length at my entrance. There’s no light, but I can feel his eyes on mine as he slowly sinks into me. My head bangs back against the wall, and I moan at the sensation. He’s hot and hard and long, and he feels amazing.

“God, you feel good.” He leans in and kisses me as he rolls his hips, hiking my leg higher so he can get a better angle. Lathan thrusts into me over and over. Our mouths don’t part as I have one of the most sensual experiences of my life. Never before have I kissed this much during sex, and I have to say, I don’t hate it. In fact, I’m a fan, and he soon has me back on the edge of an orgasm. This time, he doesn’t draw it out. Instead, he keeps fucking me through it, and my whole body shudders as I come hard. My own pulsing channel drags him over the edge as well. Our guttural moans of enjoyment echo loudly through the tunnel, and I can only hope and pray that Billy and his companion are far enough away that they don’t hear us.

Chapter 13

Despite the cool air in the tunnel, both Lathan and I have worked up a sweat with our little team bonding exercise. He still tastes like me when he leans in and gives me a quick kiss. I dig my panties out of the pocket of my dress and use them to clean up the mess Lathan left behind. Grimacing, I throw them in the corner of the alcove as Lathan bends down to retrieve his phone once more. This time, I don’t thrust my pussy into his face by accident.

“Come on. The old guy has to be wondering where we are by now.” He grabs hold of my hand while switching the flashlight back on so he can guide us back the way we came.

I chuckle, but I am secretly pleased that he’s holding my hand. I’m slightly embarrassed about how ridiculously girlie I feel, but it’s kind of nice not to fuck, kill, and escape before the cops arrive. It kind of makes me long for a bed so we can snuggle. I bet Lathan is killer at snuggling, and I’d really like to try it out. God, I’m turning into such a sap.

When we arrive back in the room, he releases my hand while I close the door and bar it again. He is scrolling through the images to see what he managed to capture, if anything, in the tunnel.

“Well, we recognized one voice, and that was Billy. The other guy is Ashley. That’s Daniel and Melissa Sweeny’s son,” he explains as he looks through the photos.

“The pastor’s son?” I ask as he holds out the images he caught. Right there, in full color, are two obvious guys—one with Bishop’s body draped over his shoulder.

“Yeah, he and Billy are tight, so it’s really no surprise.” The photo only shows the back of the two men, but there is no missing Billy’s hulking form or Bishop’s limp body.

“You’ll have to point him out to me at school on Monday,” I tell him as the two of us make our way back through the room to the elevator. We press the button, and the doors slide open. I hit the G for ground, and the doors close behind us. “Oh, hey, Ben was telling me that the town council had all the card scanners installed by the same company. He practically suggested that they all operate the various lifts throughout town. We just need to get our hands on one of those cards, and Anders and I can use it to explore under the club.”

The elevator comes to a stop, the cage doors open, and the two of us step out. Before Lathan can respond, we notice a very pissed-looking librarian. Ben’s standing there with his arms crossed and his toe tapping, looking at his watch, but then his eyes run the length of us, and although he is still pursing his lips with annoyance, I can see his eyes sparkling with mirth.

“If I’d known it was going to take that long for the two of you to have a quickie, I wouldn’t have sent him down to find you.” His gaze stops on Lathan, and his eyes run the length of him. “I have to say I am impressed. High school boys never looked like you when I was there. More’s the shame.”

I giggle as Lathan blushes, and Ben shoos us away. We head back to where I left my bag. Lathan left his laptop there as well, and as we both sit down, he pulls it out. I sit down next to him, showing him the map Ben printed for me. He taps his keyboard a few times and brings a digital map of the town up on his screen identical to the one I photocopied. I show him the larger area under the movie theater and tell him what Ben told me. His eyes widen with excitement.

“That’s great, Mac. We never would have found that without this map.” I preen a little under his compliment. I’m confident in my skills, but it’s nice to get a little praise. It’s also not particularly true, since I’m sure once we searched the tunnels, we would have found it, but it could have taken a while. “I’ll let Max and the guys know when I get home. I have a card duplicator at the house, so if we can get our hands on one of those, then we are good to go.”

“Promise you won’t go and explore without me?” I ask him, and he wrinkles his nose.

“I can’t promise that. You aren’t as flexible as we are, and we want to finish this.”

I pout, but he has a point. “Fine. Before we leave, if you distract Ben, I’ll try to get his card. I noticed he keeps it next to his computer on the circulation desk.” Lathan quickly agrees to the plan. “Okay, so we have a possible location for the sex club, and we have the possible location of where the merchandise is kept. What else do we know?”

“I got a hit on those two men you asked me to run facial recognition on.” He taps his keyboard, the map disappears, and two profiles pop up on the screen. I recognize both men as the ones talking to Matthew last night. He points to the Asian one.

“That is Hinata Adachi. He’s the head of a prominent yakuza gang in Japan and Lucy’s father. The other one is Amir Habib, and he fronts a Lebanese mafia style group and is Michelle’s father. Both groups are suspected to be heavily involved in gun and drug smuggling and human trafficking.”

“Really? Huh, I never would have guessed Michelle’s nationality as Lebanese. She looks African American, but maybe her mother is. And their daughters live with Sophie Standish as exchange students? That seems convenient. Why?” I ask Lathan, and he shrugs.

“Not sure why that would be the case. Maybe it’s an everyday reminder that someone else is pulling the strings.”

“And we’re sure this part of the ring is not the head of the snake so to speak?” I ask him, and he shakes his head.

“No. Most of the missing kids I’ve managed to find have shown up in Europe. We think the ring leaders are located over there somewhere. Both Hinata and Amir have ties to a Swiss bank and homes in Zürich.” He pulls up the images of all the missing teens Miller had shown me on my first day. “These ones that are highlighted have appeared in porn produced by a Russian production company located in Berlin.”

I lean back on my chair and think about what we know. “Okay, so how do they get the kids from here to Europe then?”

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