Page 88 of Shadowed Hearts: Frost
Asher moves closer, his thigh pressing firmly against mine in the tight space. His body radiates heat and that distinctive peppermint and sandalwood scent that momentarily derails my thoughts.
"She's coordinating something," his voice is low and close to my ear.
My throat tightens as I drag my attention back to the monitors. "Blade, are you seeing this?"
"I'm checking her background now," Cole responds.
The drumming of rain intensifies, sealing us in our private world. I'm acutely aware of Asher's closeness, his steady breathing, the way his body shifts with each tiny movement.
My fingers dance across the keyboards, pulling up building plans and layering them with event setup details from the permit office.
"You're amazing with technology," Asher murmurs close to my ear as I work with multiple systems simultaneously.
His breath against my neck sends a shudder through me that has nothing to do with the van's temperature. Heat rises to my cheeks.
"Just doing my job," I respond, voice slightly higher than normal.
Asher's hand moves to my knee, stopping its constant bounce with gentle pressure. The touch sends a hot current rushing through my body, freezing my hands in mid-air above the keys.
"Blade, we're going offline for ten minutes," Asher announces suddenly.
Before Cole can protest, Asher disconnects our comms link with a quick tap.
My heart rate doubles as I suddenly remember the small black box Asher gave me yesterday. My cheeks burned when I discovered the sleek, discreet vibrator inside.
The one he'd instructed me to wear today during our surveillance operation. The one currently pressed against my clit, waiting to be activated.
"What are you—" I begin, turning toward him.
"I've noticed how you respond when you work with tech," he cuts me off, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that instantly quiets the chaos in my head. "Your pupils get bigger. Your breathing changes. The equipment turns you on."
My cheeks burn at his directness. I shouldn't admit it, but the truth is obvious from how I lean toward screens, the rush I get from controlling complex systems.
When I don't deny it, his expression transforms into something hungry and deeply interested.
"Show me," he commands, pulling a small remote control from his pocket, sleek and black with subtle buttons.
My pussy throbs with heat as I suddenly understand. "Is that—"
"This connects to what I gave you," Asher confirms, twirling the small remote between his fingers. "I want to watch you work while I control your pleasure."
My breath catches. We're on surveillance, watching potential human traffickers. Anyone could call in. Cole might reconnect at any moment.
My fingers clutch the desk edge as pure need rushes through my body at the thought of Asher controlling me while I stay locked into my technical work. The urge burns hot and urgent, making me squeeze my thighs together against the growing wetness.
"Yes," I whisper, barely audible above the rain.
Asher's pupils dilate, the only sign of his satisfaction. "Continue monitoring. Find out what that woman in gray is coordinating."
I turn back to my screens, acutely aware of Asher beside me and the remote in his hand. The charity gala details expand across my monitors as my fingers move over the keyboard.
"The Winchester Foundation Annual Fundraiser," I read aloud, voice steadier than I feel. "Scheduled for tomorrow evening. They always begin setup a day early for security purposes."
A sudden vibration starts between my legs, directly against my clit. I yelp, grabbing the desk edge as liquid warmth rushes between my legs.
"Continue," Asher instructs, his voice deceptively casual.
I swallow hard and force my eyes back to the screen, my professional training battling the sensation building between my legs.
