Page 38 of Operation Heartbeat

“Can I see them?” Just like the incident with the SAT phone earlier—the one that almost got his dick buried nine and a half inches deep inside her—she was extremely curious about the glasses.

He pulled off the glasses and held them out to her. “Knock yourself out. I’ll just be a minute.”

She took the glasses from him, and he walked into the bedroom. He stopped in his tracks as his gaze fell on the top of the dresser. A little glass bottle sat there next to a hairbrush.

In three strides he reached the dresser and snatched up the bottle.Lure Noire.

The perfume. He gripped the glass and brought it to his nose. A single sniff had his mind sparking with interest.

Had she put it on? Why else would it be sitting on the dresser?

He let out a little groan and stalked to his bag to grab his wallet.

After slipping the thin leather bifold into an inside pocket of his jacket, he was set. Well, except for the thickening of his cock. He glanced in the mirror to check if he was tenting his pants, but he didn’t think Sophie would notice.

She definitely wouldneverknow that one sniff of her perfume had done that to him.

When he walked into the sitting room again, Sophie swung toward him, the glasses perched on her small, upturned nose.

Fuck.

How many times was he going to mentally curse in reaction to her?

She gave him a sheepish glance and slipped the glasses off. “Sorry.” When she handed them back to him, the bracelets clinked softly.

“Do you have everything you need?” He forced himself not to step forward and try to catch a whiff of that perfume. She was already driving him crazy with her damn shoes, that dress… Dammit, everything about her.

Between the bedroom and now, he’d made up his mind about what was going to happen tonight. The minute she was asleep, he was going to pump out a load just to work the woman out of his thoughts.

NINE

“I’m all set, Con. I mean…Jeremy.”

Whatever name he went by didn’t matter—he was still walking sin poured into that suit.

And the glasses had given her a little thrill, way down low in between her thighs, even if they were fake lenses.

She tipped her head, studying Con. “Should we speak in code? If we’re doing spy stuff, maybe we should have spy codes for each other.”

He gave her a flat look. The flare of his nostrils was the only reaction he had to her suggestion.

She crossed the room to the mini bar.

“Sophie, what are you doing?”

“I’m doing agent shit.”

He issued one of those grinding noises he seemed so fond of making deep in his throat.

“One week I’m a professor, next week I’m this…” She struck a pose, arms angled out to shoot the pretend gun formed by her fingers.

When Con didn’t react, she struck a second pose, angling the other direction.

“Sophie.”

She straightened and tossed a smile his way. “You’re going to have to lighten up a little, Con. You can’t act stiff at a party.”

He made another growling sound.

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