Page 23 of Trust No One

Once they passed the motel, Mel drew a deep breath. “That silver sedan I first noticed following us? I saw it again. Wasn’t close enough for me to read the license number, but the colors said Virginia plate. I recognized the car because its front bumper was dented. And the guy wasn’t pretending to be looking at his phone anymore.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a black knit cap. Wadded her long hair into a tail, then shoved the hat onto her head and stuffed her hair inside it.

“Good idea,” he said. “That red hair of yours is too noticeable. And good eye for noticing that sedan behind us.”

He glanced at the rearview mirror every few seconds, looking for the silver car. A couple miles down the road, he spotted a mall on the right side of the car and jerked the wheel to enter the parking lot.

He turned right, then immediately left into a parking aisle. He’d spotted a black box truck in the row, with an empty space on the side closer to the mall. Dev pulled in as far as he could and killed the engine.

He turned to study Mel. “What next? Lie down on the seats? Watch through the mirrors for our sedan buddy?”

“Best I can think of,” she said.

Dev crawled into the back seat and propped himself against the rear door that faced the way a car would approach. If he saw a silver car creeping down the aisle, he’d slide down onto the seat. But a few minutes later, someone walked up to the box truck, swung into the driver’s seat, and backed out of the parking spot.

“Damn,” Mel muttered. “I think it’s too late to find another spot. If that sedan followed us, he’d spot us right away.”

“I agree,” Dev said. “We need to stay here and hope silver car guy went the other way.”

Dev’s heart rate sped up as he spotted a silver sedan, driving too slowly toward their aisle. Several cars were backed up behind him, and one honked.

Silver car swung into their aisle.

“He’s coming down our aisle,” Dev said. He glanced at Mel in the front seat. “Time to use the old ‘lovers making out in the back seat’ ruse, in case he’s looking for us.”

Mel sucked in a quick breath. She didn’t like the idea. He didn’t either. But it was either that or risk having their cover blown.

“No time to run the pros and cons,” he said sharply. “Get your ass back here.”

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Mel stared at Dev, horrified. But beneath the discomfort of the situation, his sharp order stirred a prickle of arousal. The barely-disguised arousal in his voice triggered a heavy beat of desire. The physical pull between her and Dev had always been off the charts. Impossible to resist. Even though she knew this was only a ruse, knew it wasn’t real, her body was all in on the idea.

“Get back here, Mel,” he said, his voice filled with urgency. “In a few seconds, he’ll be close enough to see us.”

Mel threw herself over the seat and landed on top of Dev. In one quick movement, he slid onto the seat and adjusted her on top of him. His muscles were tense and hard against hers. He gripped her shoulders tightly, sliding her over his body.

His cock was hard and rigid against her belly, and he banded his arms around her, holding her tightly against him. Mel swallowed as she reacted to the familiar, arousing sensation of Dev’s body against hers.

She heard a car moving slowly down the aisle, slowing as it reached their rental. Cupping her face in his hands, Dev muttered, “Show time.”

His mouth slid over hers and his tongue touched her lips. Mel couldn’t stop herself from opening to him, and he slid his fingers beneath the knit cap and into her hair as his tongue tangled with hers.

In moments, she’d forgotten all about the car that had slowed behind theirs. Forgotten about the job they were in Washington to do. The only thing she could focus on was Dev. The way her body reacted to him.Wantedhim. Every place their bodies touched ached for him. Her nipples, crushed against his chest, went hard. The place between her legs, where he’d notched his cock, went soft. Wet.

She squirmed against him, shoving her hands into his thick, soft hair. Tearing her mouth away from his, she nibbled on his neck. Touched his skin with her tongue. Inhaled the scent and taste of him. She’d missed him with a fierce ache since the day she’d walked away from him.

Beneath her, Dev groaned. Swept his hands over her ass, squeezing her firm muscles. She jerked her hips against his, seeking the pressure of his cock. She was embarrassingly close to coming, simply from the pressure of his cock against her clitoris.

“Dev.” She moaned, lifting into him. “Oh, God, don’t stop.”

“Not stopping, babe,” he said as he squeezed her ass again. One hand tightened on her hip. “I want to touch you, Mel. Taste you. Make you come with my mouth and my hands and my cock. Then start all over again.”

Mel swallowed, biting her tongue before she could tell him she wanted the same thing. His words were a splash of ice water against her over-heated skin. What was she doing? This was a ruse. A fake, to fool whoever was in that silver sedan.

Instead, it felt as real as anything she and Dev had ever done together.

Panicking, she tried to shove away from him. But he banded his arms more tightly against her. “No,” he whispered in her ear, tugging her lobe into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it then letting go with a damp pop. “He’s out of the car. Watching us. Don’t let him see our faces.”

Perversely, she wanted to look. Find out who was watching them. Was it Kingsley? Someone else they could identify? But that would be amateur hour. Fatally stupid, especially for someone who’d been trained by the CIA.

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