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as he moaned with her. Two thick fingers jabbed into her wetness and worked in tandem with his tongue.
    Each firm thrust of his fingers and tongue wound her body tighter. When he sucked on the knot of nerves, she gasped. There wasn’t enough air in the room. She couldn’t breathe. She’d never had a man go down on her like she was a honey jar, and he wanted every last drop. The sounds of his sucking and licking excited her as much as the act itself. Her hips rotated and thrust against his expert tongue and fingers. Her nipples hurt from being neglected, pointing high and stiff.
    She squirmed, wishing she could free her hands to soothe the aching tips. As if he’d read her mind, a broad hand moved up and rolled and tugged one nipple and then the other, pushing her over the edge. She released a long high-pitched moan. Oh, hell, she’d never climaxed so fast or so hard. Limp, she opened her mouth and took gulps of air.
    He moved up just enough to rest his cheek against her stomach, his stubble caused her muscles to flinch. His heartbeat throbbed against her thigh as his short breaths tickled her sensitive skin. Good. His treatment of her had pulled him in too.
    She waited for him to take her. Though he’d done a good job bringing her to the better side of satisfaction, she still felt a light humming in her body. She knew that meant she needed more.
    Then his tongue glided from her belly button to her clit. Her hips reached for his mouth. Holy crap! It was as if she’d never climaxed. Her body hit second gear with the needle in the red. She wasn’t sure if she could take another one like that. Wasn’t he ready for the real deal?
    He shoved himself off the bed and stood, shrugging his shoulders, pulling them back as he rotated his head. She heard joints popping. He stretched as if he’d finished a job and wanted to get the kinks out. Then he wiped her off his chin and looked her way with glittering eyes.
    She groaned. Oh, shit, he was so damn hot.
    He turned away from her.
    Shock sent a shiver through her. Was he finished? She admitted his technique was different and a little constraining for her taste, but she wanted more. She’d gotten a glimpse of his groin. Hell, yeah, she hadn’t been the only one wanting more. The impressive bulge against his trousers promised he had the right equipment needed to do the job. But first things first, he needed to let her go.
    “Okay. You’ve had your fun. Un-cuff me.” She jingled the handcuffs.
    He picked up his tie and slipped it into his jacket as he sat next to her on the bed.
    “No. I don’t think so. Not yet,” he said in his usual soft soul-sucking voice.
    Heat traveled down her torso and centered on the area now tender from his enthusiastic treatment. She liked how he didn’t raise his voice. She’d liked it on the plane, though she’d thought it was from wanting to keep their polite conversation private. But she now realized it was normal for him, if she could call him normal in any sense of the word. What man didn’t take what was freely offered?
    “What do you want?” She narrowed her eyes at him.
    When he kept quiet and lifted his chin, she kicked out. In a lightning quick move, he caught her ankles and then threw his torso across her knees. In seconds, he had her feet fastened together with his tie. A snap of his wrist brought a sheet off the other bed, and he wrapped it around her feet. If she’d planned to kick him again, the cushion would make it no more than a nudge.
    “Enough already,” she protested. “Who are you?”
    He continued to ignore her. Her stomach tightened, and she swallowed to keep the fear down. Was he an operative out for revenge? Had she killed a friend or a brother of his? Which organization was he with? Blinded by lust, what had she missed?
    “Who do you work for? Who are you?” she asked once again.
    Those eerie amber eyes caught hers. “I’m your worst nightmare, Ms. Olivia St. Vincent.”
    A chill swept her body. He’d