Page 58 of Operation Heartbeat

He surely said that to make her feel better, but now her overactive imagination was all over the place.

She pressed the bud into her ear.

“Tap it to switch it on.” He demonstrated.

She did the same.

“Testing.”

His voice filling her ear shouldn’t make her think of him rumbling her name as his orgasm struck…but it did.

“Copy!” She struck the pose with her arms extended in finger guns to lighten the moment and to distract herself from the scorching-hot man in front of her. They’d shared an amazing dinner and a fabulous, stimulating discussion. And his compliment about the way to her being through her mind had made her practically swoon at the table. She still needed smelling salts.

“This is much more fun than Princeton!”

“Sophie, be serious.” The grin that split his usually solemn countenance directly contrasted his stern words.

She began humming the Bond theme song again.

“Sophie, stop.” Con hooked an arm around her waist and yanked her flush against him.

Oh god. He was so big and hard—everywhere.

He backed her up one step and then another, until her spine came up softly against the building that flanked the alleyway.

She tipped her face up to his and saw the want burning in his eyes.

Her heart rate tripled, and her breaths came in small puffs in anticipation of his kiss.

She shouldn’t want him to kiss her. They had a job to do.

Or maybe theyshouldpractice their role in public. After all, they were posing as newlyweds.

Con’s head dipped lower. His warm breath passed over her lips.

Suddenly, his eyes cleared. He un-banded his arm from her middle and stepped away. “Come on. It’s time to get to the concert.”

The earbud was still on, sending his deep tone into her ear again. She skimmed a finger over the device to switch it off before following him out of the shadowy side street outside the restaurant. As they reached the sidewalk, he grasped her by the hand.

When they neared the corner, a dark car pulled up. Oh god. Sophie had seen all the movies. A car always drove up before someone jumped out and tossed them into the back.

With confidence, Con led her to the car and opened the back door.

As soon as she spotted Mason at the wheel, relief flooded her hot veins. She slid inside and slumped in the seat as her adrenaline washed through her system, leaving her wiped out before the concert even started.

Upon their arrival, the opening act took the stage. The thump of the bass had her nerves even more on edge, but she gritted her teeth and gripped Con’s hand tighter as he plowed a path through the throng of people with his sheer size.

She saw him reach up and purposely touch his ear.

Having the communication device on would be helpful. If they needed to communicate, they couldn’t exactly yell their moves to each other. A mere whisper would be enough.

At the thought of Con whispering into her ear, Sophie’s body reacted. Her nipples pebbled and her lower belly gripped. The man could read a grocery list to her, and she’d be turned on.

The outdoor amphitheater was packed. She took a moment to brush her hair behind her ear, switching on the device as she did.

“I’m surprised we got tickets. This place looks sold out.”

At her comment into his ear, he threw her a glance. All at once, she realized how they got tickets. With the power of the CIA behind them, they could get anything that would aid them in this operation.

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