Page 49 of Kept By The Agents

"Maybe we should-"

Sighing, I pushed him back a little so I could slide off the table. Once I was on my feet, I gripped his arms and spun us until he was the one leaning back against the table. "Has anyone told you, you think too much?" I held his eyes with my gaze as I sank down to my knees.

"All the-" He broke off and let his head tip backward as I unbuttoned his pants and wrapped my hand around his hard dick.

"Good. Then shut up," I told him. He followed orders.

Glancing over when the door opened, I relaxed when I saw Brandon come into the house. Weaver was hard at work, tapping away on his computer, and I was dying of boredom. There was only one laptop and Weaver was stingy with it. Didn't matter that he could do anything he needed ten times faster than I could, if I could at all, he should still share. I wanted to rip my hair out. "Hey," I said to Brandon. "You're back early."

Brandon shot me a confused look, then glanced at Weaver. "You didn't tell her?"

"Oh." Weaver shot me an apologetic smile. "Sorry."

"She's sitting right next to you," Brandon said with a chuckle.

"Tell me what?" I demanded, glaring at them both. I didn't like being out of the loop.

"I may have found a lead on the hacker," Weaver explained.

"Oh good!" I smiled with excitement.

"Which means I need to go track it down. Brando is going to stay here with you."

The smile melted off my face and I looked over at the team leader. He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, a devious smile on his face. "Just you and me, Princess."

I'd gotten used to Weaver's company, as silent as it was. Being left alone with Brandon made me nervous for some reason. Maybe it was because he was the most intimidating of the three men. Or maybe it was because there was something about him that made me want to push his buttons. I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew I didn't like it.

Weaver stood up and grabbed his coat. He gave me an awkward look. "I'll be back later."

I waved as he walked out the door. Suave was standing on the street, hands in his jacket pockets as he waited. The door shut behind Weaver and I glanced over at Brandon.

"Alone at last."

Asshole. I knew he was just messing with me, though I wasn't sure why. Somehow he must sense my nerves. That thought pissed me off even more. I didn't like being so transparent. "What do you want?" I asked with a huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

He pushed off the counter and sauntered toward me, a predatory look on his face that made my heart beat hard against my rib cage. I swallowed hard when he leaned down, bracing his hands on the arms of my chair, caging me in. "I think you know," he murmured.

My eyes dropped to his lips and I licked mine as I imagined what it would be like to kiss him again. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Okay, Princess," he said with a grin as he backed off and sat down in the chair Weaver had vacated. He started tapping on the computer and I sighed.

"You gonna ignore me, too?"

His dark eyes focused on me and I suddenly wished I hadn't called for his attention. "Is that what Weaver did?"

"Mostly," I admitted.

His lips twitched. "Do you want me to pay attention to you, Cat?"

His tone was enough to tell me that was a bad idea. "No," I said, barely letting the last word escape his mouth before answering. The amusement on his face had me continuing, "I'm sure you have work to do."

He nodded. "I do."

I relaxed into my chair, watching as he went back to the laptop. "What are you doing?"

"Checking the cameras."

Staring down at my crossword puzzles, I wondered how long it was going to take me to finish. I only brought them along for the layovers in the airports. I figured once I got to Russia I was going to be too busy to do them. The guys were proving me wrong.

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