Page 54 of While You Were Spying
Bradshaw smiles, pleased that I’m going along with his cloak-and-dagger game. “There’s an old copy ofJungle Bookin the small reading room downstairs. We can use that. But if I leave you a message, I’ll tell you where to leave the next one, so no one starts to wonder why we both keep checking the same book.”
I fight against the corners of my mouth’s urge to tug up. “Sounds good.”
Isabelle and I thank him for his time and return to our hotel room. We couldn’t talk in the elevator about Bradshaw and about what happened in group session. Other hotel guests were also on it.
And to be honest, I have no idea what to say to her when it comes to the kiss. I haven’t really thought things through. I only know that after the kiss that left me reeling, we have to talk.
If we were here under any other pretense, we might’ve gotten away with continually ignoring the simmering chemistry between us. But not here. Not now.
Once the door shuts behind us, I turn around to say something. Anything. But whatever I was going to say gets lost as soon I look at her. Her eyes have gone dark, and she has the same hungry expression that mirrors how I feel.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I push her against the wall, and my mouth is on hers. There’s no teasing like there was earlier. No gentle kisses. We’re both content to devour each other, the kisses hard and deep.
It’s as if we’re trying to prove something to each other, to ourselves.
Isabelle’s arms go around my neck.
I bend slightly, grabbing the back of her thigh, and hoist her leg around my hip. The heat between her legs soaks through the fabric of my swim trunks. I press my body forward, eager for more.
My mouth leaves hers, and I plant small kisses along her jaw and down her neck. She moves her head to the side, opening herself for me to enjoy.
She tastes as good as she smells. Sweet and wholesome. A contradiction that is Isabelle.
A small moan releases from between her perfect lips, and I can’t help myself. I thrust my hips forward, allowing the hard part of me to torment her soft heat.
Or maybe I’ve got it all wrong. Maybe the only person I’m managing to torment is myself.
“So what do you think would be hotter? Me fucking you like this or with you bent over the desk?” I hadn’t meant to say the words out loud. The memory of the question from yesterday sneaked in, unconcerned at how inappropriate this all is.
Isabelle is my colleague, and everyone knows you shouldn’t fuck the person you work with. Things will only get messy.
But no matter how much I attempt to remind myself this, my body says screw that.
“Oh God, yes,” she pleads.
My body practically trembles at the implication. My brain isn’t so easily convinced.
I release her leg and step away, working at slowing my heart rate, slowing my breath.
Shit.
Isabelle’s eyes are closed, and it looks like I’m not the only one trying to regain control of their body. Her breath matches mine.
Her eyes open. Dazed confusion stares back at me. “Why did you stop?”
“Because we shouldn’t be doing this. We’re on a mission. And what we were about to do is dangerous.”
“Dangerous? Why? Is your cock going to explode while inside me?”
A laugh erupts from my lungs. “That’s exactly what’s going to happen, but not in the same way you meant. I just mean we work together. Don’t get me wrong. I want to fuck you. Have for a while. But you’re important to me, Isabelle. You’re important to each of the guys we work with. And they would kill me if I screwed things up with you because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants.”
Or swim trunks, as the case might be.
Isabelle moves away from the door and walks toward the drawers. “Why would us having sex screw things up? It would only screw things up if one of us wants something the other one can’t give—like a long-term relationship.” She opens the drawers, still avoiding eye contact with me. “But that’s not the case with either of us. Neither of us is looking for a happily ever after.”
She pulls out a T-shirt and slips it over her head, hiding her mouthwatering tits and cleavage. I mentally groan at the visual loss of them.
“What are you saying? You want to have an illicit affair at work? Because you realize we can’t tell anyone, right? It’s against company policy.”
