between us.
My fingers grip the lapels of his tux, holding him, molding him to me. I can’t get close enough. Our mouths stay fused as we both lose control.
Then my mind snaps.
I push back and my hands fly to my lips. They’re swollen, bruised from the force of the kiss. His hands brace against the wall. I keep my eyes downcast. I can’t believe I just did that, against the damn wall, at a ball commemorating my father.
I shift my dress, rake my fingers through my hair, and pull myself together.
“Charlie . . .” Mark finally speaks. It sounds like shouting even though it’s only loud enough for us to hear.
“That was the last time that will ever happen,” I say with no tremor to my voice. “Tonight we become partners. It’s not about whatever this is.” I shift my hands between us. “It’s about finding the information we’re both searching for.”
“And what if we find something else?”
“We shut it down. There’s no room for feelings in this world.”
Mark pushes back, giving me space. I instantly feel cold. “Okay, then. Have it your way.”
This is what I wanted, what we both need, but suddenly I wish it wasn’t. I wish I could pull him close, kiss him, fuck him, and just feel .
But wishes are for little girls.
Mark
S he’s so fucking stubborn. She’s right, but that’s beside the point.
I wonder if she’s ever had fun. Does she even know how to let go? Even during that indescribable kiss, she held a thread of restraint. I could feel her fight from within her body, until I touched her bare skin. That’s when it disintegrated.
One touch of her perfect skin and I almost came in my pants. Every inch of her skin I’ve gotten to see is unmarred. I imagined myself running my tongue along the same path. I’d spend hours doing nothing but tasting her, kissing her, and then I’d claim her. She’ll ruin me for all women, I can just tell.
Charlie isn’t the kind of woman you move on from. She draws you in with the brightness of her sun and then leaves you blind. There’s something deep and dark inside of her. She’s trying to keep it locked down, but I can see it in her eyes.
“So, where are we heading?” she asks.
She doesn’t know I have the private jet. It’s not as if we can fly commercial. I do need to fly out of a military base, though, to avoid customs. The number of favors I had to call in isn’t even funny. We need to be at Andrews Air Force Base before one in the morning.
“We’ll talk after the party,” I inform her. I don’t know if someone here is watching us. Considering she was tailed after leaving the agency, I’d bet my ass there are ears. This city is full of corruption, and it’s always the innocent looking ones. Hell, no one would suspect a woman like Charlie would be an agent.
She nods. “I get it. You should mingle.”
“I’ll stick with you.” My hand presses against her back and her muscles clench. I love knowing my touch creates an involuntary reaction. It’s a huge ego boost that as good as she is at her job, when it comes to me—she sucks.
“Of course you will,” she mutters under her breath.
“Dance with me.”
She gives me the evil eye but takes my hand. “I’m only doing this because we have time to kill. Touch me wrong one time, and I’ll make you pay.”
I laugh at her empty threat. Even though I have no doubt she’d try . . . it’ll never happen. I’m on guard with this woman. Takes the term sleep with one eye open to a whole new level.
Out on the dance floor, I pull her close and we get lost in the movement. Her body presses against mine in all the right places, and I fight my dick not to embarrass me. She rests her head against my shoulder as I survey the room. The party seems a little too pricey for my tastes, but it seems to be going well.
“See anything?” she asks without moving her head.
“Nope. Your mother has a huge grin though.”
“She’s probably already naming our children.”
I stiffen, and
My fingers grip the lapels of his tux, holding him, molding him to me. I can’t get close enough. Our mouths stay fused as we both lose control.
Then my mind snaps.
I push back and my hands fly to my lips. They’re swollen, bruised from the force of the kiss. His hands brace against the wall. I keep my eyes downcast. I can’t believe I just did that, against the damn wall, at a ball commemorating my father.
I shift my dress, rake my fingers through my hair, and pull myself together.
“Charlie . . .” Mark finally speaks. It sounds like shouting even though it’s only loud enough for us to hear.
“That was the last time that will ever happen,” I say with no tremor to my voice. “Tonight we become partners. It’s not about whatever this is.” I shift my hands between us. “It’s about finding the information we’re both searching for.”
“And what if we find something else?”
“We shut it down. There’s no room for feelings in this world.”
Mark pushes back, giving me space. I instantly feel cold. “Okay, then. Have it your way.”
This is what I wanted, what we both need, but suddenly I wish it wasn’t. I wish I could pull him close, kiss him, fuck him, and just feel .
But wishes are for little girls.
Mark
S he’s so fucking stubborn. She’s right, but that’s beside the point.
I wonder if she’s ever had fun. Does she even know how to let go? Even during that indescribable kiss, she held a thread of restraint. I could feel her fight from within her body, until I touched her bare skin. That’s when it disintegrated.
One touch of her perfect skin and I almost came in my pants. Every inch of her skin I’ve gotten to see is unmarred. I imagined myself running my tongue along the same path. I’d spend hours doing nothing but tasting her, kissing her, and then I’d claim her. She’ll ruin me for all women, I can just tell.
Charlie isn’t the kind of woman you move on from. She draws you in with the brightness of her sun and then leaves you blind. There’s something deep and dark inside of her. She’s trying to keep it locked down, but I can see it in her eyes.
“So, where are we heading?” she asks.
She doesn’t know I have the private jet. It’s not as if we can fly commercial. I do need to fly out of a military base, though, to avoid customs. The number of favors I had to call in isn’t even funny. We need to be at Andrews Air Force Base before one in the morning.
“We’ll talk after the party,” I inform her. I don’t know if someone here is watching us. Considering she was tailed after leaving the agency, I’d bet my ass there are ears. This city is full of corruption, and it’s always the innocent looking ones. Hell, no one would suspect a woman like Charlie would be an agent.
She nods. “I get it. You should mingle.”
“I’ll stick with you.” My hand presses against her back and her muscles clench. I love knowing my touch creates an involuntary reaction. It’s a huge ego boost that as good as she is at her job, when it comes to me—she sucks.
“Of course you will,” she mutters under her breath.
“Dance with me.”
She gives me the evil eye but takes my hand. “I’m only doing this because we have time to kill. Touch me wrong one time, and I’ll make you pay.”
I laugh at her empty threat. Even though I have no doubt she’d try . . . it’ll never happen. I’m on guard with this woman. Takes the term sleep with one eye open to a whole new level.
Out on the dance floor, I pull her close and we get lost in the movement. Her body presses against mine in all the right places, and I fight my dick not to embarrass me. She rests her head against my shoulder as I survey the room. The party seems a little too pricey for my tastes, but it seems to be going well.
“See anything?” she asks without moving her head.
“Nope. Your mother has a huge grin though.”
“She’s probably already naming our children.”
I stiffen, and
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