Page 54 of Indiscreet

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

When we got back to the room, Elliott was quick to unleash his anger on Dane. “What are you doing?”

Dane unlocked my mask and I pulled it off. “I’m not kowtowing to Vincent,” he grumbled.

“You do realize that you embarrassed him. He’ll now make a sport of fucking you over just to save face—”

“And I was just supposed to hand her over for the night?” he mocked, his voice raised. “I don’t give a fuck about Vincent. He may have been able to push the rules to get Gia on board, but I’ll be damned if I’ll give her to him.”

I wiped my eyes and pulled the braid out of my hair. “I don’t think he really wants me.”

“He doesn’t,” Dane said before walking over to the refrigerator and pouring two glasses of water. He handed one to me, and I drank it down. “It’s more to exert his power. I don’t have to give in to him.”

“What if he has Angel?” Elliott pointed out. “You got this far, you’re not giving up now.”

Dane drained his glass. “I’ll have to find another way. I won’t sacrifice Gia for Angel.”

“Thank you, Dane,” I said, glaring over at Elliott. “I don’t know what you think you were doing by offering me to a man who breaks people. I mean, how could you?”

I hated the catch in my voice, but I stomped as much as I could on the way to the bedroom in my stocking feet. That was when I realized I was still naked. What planet have I gone off to?

I sighed heavily and went into the bathroom, this time locking the door and turning on the shower to hot.

“I wasn’t going to let anything happen to you,” Elliott yelled through the door.

“Just let him take me for the night,” I yelled back. “Go away.”

The door being knocked open had me incensed. What was it with these two men and showers? “Get out of here,” I shouted.

I turned off the water, but not before Elliott came to stand inside, dampening his suit. He clasped my face, his eyes glimmering. “I would never have let it get far enough to leave you with him. I have a hunch we’re close to the inner circle. Vincent might tell him about the trade show he organized, if Dane wouldn’t throw it all away…”

For me. I turned to face away from him and ran my hands over my arms to stop the shaking. “If he took me, he’d find out who I was, and I’d disappear.”

“Never,” Dane said. He came in the shower and stood close to my side. “I’m not letting that happen. I’d leave The Agency first.” Dane held my gaze as he stroked his hand up my arm. Brushing his fingertips through my hair, he pulled me to him until my nipples brushed against his shirt. He tilted my head back, leaning forward until our lips were only centimeters apart. I felt his hot breath against my cheek seconds before his lips took mine in a searing kiss. He kissed me with an underlying sweetness that made me ache deep within. I sank into it, giving over to the erotic pull of the sexual tension running between us.

Grabbing my hips, he pulled me against his erect cock, rubbing my mound against the hard ridge until all I wanted to do was climb onto him.

“You need to feel me again,” Dane said, his voice hoarse. He removed his clothing and lifted me off my feet, aligning our mouths and bringing my clit in line with the tip of his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist and lost myself in his kiss, tilting my hips until I got just the right friction on my clit. I could get off just rubbing myself against him, I thought just before another set of hands grabbed my hips. I tucked my head into Dane’s neck.

“I want you, too,” Elliott whispered. “I’d never let Vincent have you or let anything happen to you now. If you disappeared, I’d tear this fucking boat apart and everyone on it. I wouldn’t stop until I found you.”

“Oh, Elliott.” I breathed heavily, the air hot in my throat, and I swallowed hard. I was lost in the sweet reassurance of his words.

When Dane let me down, my legs still felt weakened by the eroticism of the moment. “Go to him,” he said with a firm voice.

In haste, I fell into Elliot’s embrace, and he wrapped me in a tight hug. He planted his lips on mine and broke through my tired defenses. All my senses went ablaze as his tongue slid into my mouth, burrowing like a hunting serpent.

Elliot withdrew his sugary tongue and held my face to his. “Take a leap of faith with me, and I’ll make sure you won’t regret it,” he promised.

Spellbound, I watched him peel his shirt off, exposing bronzed, muscled flesh. With easy grace, he drifted behind me, plastering his naked chest to my back. His warmth seeped into my soul, his arms snaked around my waist, and his tongue gently flicked my earlobes. “I want your pussy, Gia. Give it to me.”

I turned to face Elliot, sinking into the brimming lust in the electric blue of his eyes. His deep voice stoked the heat of my flaming desire. Just the sound alone could bring me to climax.

“Not yet,” Dane stated from behind me with a tone that wouldn’t permit insolence. He ran his hand down my back, triggering shudders along my spine. “You know she has to beg.”

I pursed my lips. I didn’t want to beg, but before I could protest, Elliott slipped his hand between my legs, touching the insides of my thighs. As his fingers brushed against my cleft, I became a feverish wreck. I moaned and hung on to him as he began a wicked pattern, swirling his thumb around my little nub, working a finger into my pussy, going a little deeper each time.

Just a little more, I urged Elliott in my mind, trying to wriggle down more inches of his finger, but then Dane took hold of me in a firm grip. I couldn’t move, too helpless and stiff.

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