Page 106 of While You Were Spying
I’m sure Bruce will understand. The sex was phenomenal.
By the time we finally fell asleep—after another round of lovemaking—it was late.
I lightly kissed Isabelle’s shoulder, with no intention of waking her. But if she should stir, I won’t be complaining.
“Hi,” a sleepy voice says. The owner proceeds to wiggle her ass against my very hard cock. Making it even harder.
Painfully hard.
The best kind of pain…unless it’s not dealt with soon.
I lower my hand that’s resting against her stomach and slip it between her legs. “You’re already hot and wet for me,” I say, my breath brushing against her shoulder.
“That might be because I was dreaming.”
I circle her clit with my fingers. They slide effortlessly through her slick folds. “What were you dreaming about?”
“You. Doing this.”
That response is rewarded with slightly more pressure on her clit. She creates a sound that’s a cross between a gasp and a moan, then moves her ass, gently rubbing up and down the length of my cock.
I groan against her shoulder and nip the soft skin there.
From behind me, the opening theme music fromStar Warsbegins playing.
Shit.
My fingers freeze and stop what they were doing. Isabelle’s ass does the same.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” she asks, recognizing the meaning behind the music.
“Maybe if we ignore it, they’ll go away.”
But alas, that’s not the case.
The music stops—because the person has been forwarded to voice mail. A second later, the music starts again, accompanied by Elton John’s “Rocket Man” from Isabelle’s phone.
“That’s the song you picked for when work calls you?” I ask, reluctantly rolling away from her and grabbing my phone from the nightstand.
“I happen to love that song.”
A fact I already know about her.
I answer my phone the same moment Isabelle does.
“Our informant confirmed that Vadik Orlov plans to escape the US today,” Liam tells me without so much as aHi, how’s it going?Hope I’m not interrupting the hot sex you and Isabelle would be having if it weren’t for me calling you right now.
Fuck. If Orlov leaves, it’s highly likely he’ll disappear from both the FBI’s and CIA’s radars. And then he’ll sneak back into the country and create more havoc than he’s already caused.
“Not only that,” Liam adds, “but Bernard Bradshaw jumped bail and has gone missing. So it’s possible he could be joining Orlov.”
The doorbell rings from down the hall. Isabelle makes no move to get out of bed to see who it is.
“I need you both at The Warehouse within thirty minutes.”
Because we can’t exactly keep our weapons and ammo lying around the office, the stash is under high security in a building on the outskirts of town.
The doorbell rings again. This time for longer, as if someone has their finger held against it.
