Page 89 of Shadowed Hearts: Frost
"For security purposes," I manage. My hands return to typing with forced concentration. "The setup today blocks certain angles of the street, which..."
Another pulse, stronger this time, makes me inhale sharply. "...which could provide cover for activities at the modeling agency."
Asher adjusts the remote settings without looking at it, his eyes fixed on my face. "Show me the camera angles that will be blocked."
My fingers tremble as I pull up a street map, marking security camera positions and their lines of sight. Red highlights appear where the charity event structures will block visibility.
"They're using the event as cover," I explain through carefully controlled breaths. The vibrations intensify against my clit, making my inner walls clench.
Yet somehow my brain clicks into high gear—everything on screen looks sharper, clearer, as if the pleasure connects directly to my pattern recognition.
Asher studies the screen. "Reconnect with Cole. Tell him what we've found."
My eyes widen in panic. "But you're—"
"Yes," he confirms, his expression leaving no room for argument. "And you'll stay calm."
With trembling fingers, I reconnect to headquarters, terrified Cole might hear the faint buzz or my ragged breathing.
"Blade, we've found a security issue," I begin, proud of how normal my voice sounds despite the relentless vibration against my clit. "The Winchester Gala setup will create big blind spots around Vertex Models."
I highlight key points on my screen, which Cole can see at headquarters. Asher increases the intensity with a subtle movement of his thumb across the remote. Wetness pools between my thighs as I dig my nails into my palm to stay composed.
"The woman in gray has been positioning structures that effectively block these three camera angles," I continue, voice only slightly strained.
"That can't be coincidence," Cole responds, seemingly unaware of my situation. "The timing matches what we think is a major movement operation."
Asher's finger moves again, changing the pattern to something more rhythmic, more insistent. I bite my lip hard enough to taste copper.
"I think..." I pause, pulling my jumbled thoughts together while my clit thrums against the vibrating toy. "I think Tatiana is using the Winchester charity event as a cover for moving personnel between locations."
"Good work. Keep watching and report any new movements. I'll tell Ghost."
The connection goes quiet as Cole focuses on his tasks. Asher's eyes never leave my face, measuring my reactions with calculated precision.
"You're handling this well," he murmurs, adjusting the remote again. The pulsations increase, making my inner walls clamp down desperately on nothing.
Through sheer willpower, I maintain focus on the surveillance feeds, tracking movements between buildings, finding patterns in the event setup.
"Asher," I whisper, my voice strained as pressure builds in my lower belly. "I need—"
"Not yet," he interrupts, commanding but gentle. "Keep working. Show me how good you are with your technology while I use mine."
The sensations grow stronger with each button Asher presses. My thighs clench as wetness seeps through my underwear. I bite my lip to stay quiet, terrified someone might hear.
"Target approaching loading dock," I whisper, my voice breaking slightly as Asher increases the intensity.
Is the comm still on? Did I reconnect Cole's channel? What if Cole can hear the sounds my body is making?My thoughts scatter as hot waves of ecstasy radiate through my lower body.
"Focus, Echo." Asher's command is soft but firm. His fingertips brush my thigh as he presses the remote, turning the vibration to a pulsing rhythm that makes my breath catch.
I scan the camera feeds, clinging to my professional duties.
"Black sedan... approaching from..." I inhale sharply as vibrations intensify. "From the north entrance."
Heat continues pooling between my thighs as my hands tremble. The small van amplifies everything. Asher's closeness, his cologne, the sound of rain creating our private world.
"Get the license plate," he instructs, voice maddeningly calm while I'm dissolving beside him.
