Page 36 of The Truths that Deceive

“You utter prick.”

But I get up and he slides a hand between my thighs and strokes my denim-covered pussy. “For show.”

He’s not smirking, but it’s in his voice, and I want to hit him. Hard. Because my legs start to shake and my knees give way.

Smith takes advantage and pulls me down on him so I’m straddling him, and he starts to lick my throat, nibbling on my flesh, sucking where he bit me before. It sends a throb of deep, dark longing through me, right to my clit, down to the tips of my toes.

“Fuck, you taste good. It’s one of the reasons I’m not throwing you out of the fucking helicopter.”

I smile sweetly at him, and then I nuzzle his throat, biting him so hard he growls and rocks me on top of his erection.

“That, too.” He pulls my head back and bites my chin, then kisses his way to my ear. “And you smell amazing, Calista.”

“Is that a poem?”

“Please,” he says, “and the rings don’t have poisoned darts, but I’m wearing them for a reason.”

“I knew you were a lame-ass James Bond.”

“He’s a problematic man,” he mutters, slipping a hand under my top to fondle a breast. I want to smack him away, I really do, but he can do wicked, wild magic with his thumb.

“Where are we going?”

“France and then to the US.”

I should ask why we’re taking a detour, but I know he’ll just lie to me anyway.

My stomach lurches. Not at going home, but I need… I need to find my agent or figure out what happened to him. I have to find out more about the Collectors, and if Trenton was one of the ones who went down. And I need to?—

“If you’re innocent, then you don’t have to worry.”

I put my hands on his face and dip my head to bite his ear. “You think I’ll see the light of day, Smith?”

“Not my problem.”

“You’re the one kidnapping me.”

“Seeing you back.”

“It’s a soft kidnap and we both know it.”

“Which,” he says, slipping inside my bra to roll a nipple and pinch it, “is why we stick together, and why you need to understand you can’t escape me. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will.”

“Can I get off now?”

“You want to give him a show?”

I reach down and grab his dick and he just studies me.

“Be very careful what you do, Calista.”

I give him a squeeze, borderline hard, and his eyes flutter half shut as he bites his bottom lip. And it makes me hot in all the ways. But I take the moment to scramble off him, and when we land somewhere in the South of France, it’s a short drive to a private airfield.

There’s a passport check especially for us, and our bags are taken on board, including my backpack with my computer.

Smith pulls open the doors that lead to the waiting plane. We step outside at the same time that the plane explodes into a violent storm of twisted metal and fire.

Chapter 11

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