Page 90 of Shadowed Hearts: Frost
I capture the image and check the database, fingers trembling. My brain works overtime while my body burns with pleasure, each making the other stronger, like they're feeding off each other.
"Plate registered to..." I gasp. Asher pushes another button, shooting intense pleasure throughout my body. My legs shake as warmth spreads from between my thighs. "To a shell company linked to Vertex."
The vibrations change to a deeper, more intense pattern. My hips unconsciously rock forward, wanting more as the toy makes my clit throb and swell.
"Good work, little bunny." Asher's praise sends another flood of wetness between my legs.
"I need to..." My voice trails off as pleasure builds to an almost unbearable level.
"You need to what?" Asher watches with calculated precision, his control absolute.
I can't answer. My eyes stay fixed on the monitors while my body spirals toward release. The rain pounds harder, keeping rhythm with my hammering heart.
"Three people exiting the vehicle," I manage, desperately holding onto professionalism despite the intense throbbing sensation of my clit.
"Carrying..." My voice breaks. "Carrying small cases."
"And you're tracking them?" Asher asks, moving the vibrator to its highest setting.
I nod frantically, unable to form words. My fingers continue working independently from my pleasure-flooded brain.
"Excellent multitasking," he observes dispassionately, but I catch the heat darkening his eyes.
The pressure builds until I can't hold back. My thighs clamp together as the first wave crashes through me. I press my lips together tightly, holding back sounds while my body responds to the constant vibrations. The toy keeps working my clit, making it hard to stay quiet.
Asher's hand covers mine on the keyboard, steadying me as I shudder through my orgasm. The feeling is overwhelming. Pleasure mixed with vulnerability and the strange clarity that comes with complete surrender.
"Keep breathing," he reminds me, his thumb circling soothingly over my knuckles.
I gasp for air, suddenly aware I'd been holding my breath. My pussy keeps throbbing with small waves of pleasure while my underwear gets soaked through.
The vibrations finally stop. I collapse back, breathing in short, quiet pants. On the monitors, the targets continue moving between buildings, completely unaware of what just happened in our surveillance van.
"You were perfect," Asher murmurs, his thumb still tracing circles on my hand. "Better than perfect."
My mind feels strangely clear, focused in a way it rarely is. Without the typical disarray of competing thoughts, I spot something I might have missed.
"Asher, look," my voice hoarse but excited. I point to a sequence of vehicle arrivals. "The timing between vehicles... it's exactly eight minutes apart. That's not random."
His eyes narrow, shifting seamlessly back to operational mode while maintaining physical contact with me.
"Scheduled transports."
"Exactly." I pull up the timing data, displaying it clearly. "They transport something worth enough to need exact timing."
Asher presses the comm link. "Blade, we have a pattern. Scheduled arrivals, eight-minute intervals. This isn't just setup for the charity event."
As Cole acknowledges and begins coordinating with the team, Asher's hand slides to my thigh, squeezing possessively. His touch radiates heat through my damp skin.
"Your mind is extraordinary," he murmurs, only for me. "Even more so when it's focused."
I blush, but don't look away from the monitors. "We should definitely use this sexy control technique again. Helps my brain more than any pill ever did."
His slight smile promises exactly that as we return our attention to the surveillance operation. My mind is unusually quiet and clear, focused entirely on the mission... and on Asher's hand still resting on my thigh.
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