Page 48 of Operation Heartbeat

Sucking in a gasp, she tightened her inner walls to hold him inside.

“Fuck, Professor.” He gritted his teeth against the urge to blow.

Every roll of his hips, she matched with a soft thrust of hers. Their moans increased with the tempo. He drove his cock deep. She let out a cry.

When she skated her fingers down his spine, he thrust harder, faster.

Her inner walls contracted around him, gripping him. Milking him.

He was right on the edge, and Sophie’s sharp cry threw him over the edge. She bucked into him with each contraction that unraveled him.

A jet of cum burst out in a hard pulse, then another. Leaning in, he fused his mouth with hers and let go.

After long seconds, what they’d just done slammed him back to reality.

They’d agreed—one time only.

Or was it one night?

Did he care about keeping Sophie at arm’s length? What they did in private was nobody’s business but their own. His only order was to find the man behind the cryptograms, and Sophie’s, to decipher them. Whatever they chose to do in the hours between shouldn’t matter.

She stared up at him, her eyes hooded with the pleasure they’d just shared. “I like it when you call me professor.”

His chest welled with warmth he should not be feeling at those words. Hell, he shouldn’t be calling her any endearments at all.

ELEVEN

Con stood at the side of the bed, staring down at the woman lying there. The sheet was smooth as silk, pulled up over her breasts, but one bare arm extended above her head.

He pressed a fist to his lips. Sophie was a striking woman. Awake, her features came alive, her eyes sparking with intelligence and her face expressive. In sleep, her features were equally as stunning. Long lashes fanned across her cheekbones. Her plump lips pouted invitingly, and that small crease between her brows that she got whenever she was puzzling over something was smoothed flat.

For the past few hours that Con spent working, he contemplated the best time to wake her. Theywereon a mission, after all. He’d kept her away from her duties long enough, and they didn’t have time to spare.

She looked so peaceful, though. Shaking her awake to the harsh reality of deciphering a cryptogram, believed to be linked to a future act of terrorism, felt wrong to Con. He’d spent his entire military career keeping people like Sophie in the dark about the ugliness and cruelty of the world.

He reached out and touched her arm where it rested over her head. Her skin was cool. He inwardly groaned. He could guess how good she would feel against his own naked body right now.

He wasn’t going to find out. They’d had their fun. The previous night was a one-and-done. He only allowed himself one slip.

“Sophie.” He shook her arm gently but couldn’t stop himself from trailing his fingers over her skin.

Her eyes flew open wide and fixed on the ceiling. After a heartbeat, the fog in the depths cleared, and she turned her head to look up at him.

Swiping her tongue over her bottom lip, she rasped, “What time is it?”

“0500. I mean, five a.m.”

“I know what 0500 means.” She pushed into a sitting position, grasping the sheet against her nudity.

Knowing that all he needed to do was draw that silky sheet off her body to get her soaking wet and ready for him brought an ache to his groin.

“What’s going on?”

Her question jolted him back to his reason for waking her. He took a step away from that inviting mattress and the sensual woman on it.

“I didn’t want to wake you, but we need—”

“To get to work.” She started to slip a foot out of bed but stopped with her foot dangling midair as she realized she wore nothing but a sheet.

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