Page 90 of Tactically Acquired

“I could go for a shower.”

“Then go take a fucking shower.”

She hummed lightly. “Yeah, I would, but it seems I’ve got some mud in some rather unfortunate places.”

Resting my forearms on the railing, I stared out into the night, wishing I could escape this fucking place. This was neverwhat I had wanted, and it was times like this when it was so fucking clear to me that I should have followed my heart instead of my head.

Her hand slid over my back in a soothing gesture. There was nothing sexual about this, and that made me question her motives even more. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the seduction in her eyes masking something else entirely.

Curiosity? No. Understanding.

“So, do you think you could help me out?” She gave a flirtatious wink, but that mask was still in place. I didn’t know if it was for her benefit or for mine, but now I was curious as hell to find out what she was hiding—if anything.

I told myself it was important to the job as I took her hand and followed her inside. There was the possibility I could drag information out of her. Or maybe there was something she didn’t realize was important. Yeah, that’s what I told myself as the door to the bathroom shut and she started stripping my clothes off.

Soft fingers skimmed over my abs as she slowly drew my shirt up over my head, her eyes taking in every inch of my body. It did nothing to help the ache growing in my cock, or the need constantly building inside. Her eyes glided up my chest, over my pec as her nails swirled around my nipple and up my neck. Fuck, I wanted to kiss her so fucking much.

When her eyes connected with mine, I only lasted a second before I stepped into her space, grasping the back of her neck in my hand and taking her mouth in a harsh kiss that I knew changed everything. Spinning her around, I backed her up against the door, my body molding to hers in an attempt to be as fucking close as possible, to feel every inch of her smooth skin against mine.

Her pulse fluttered under my fingers as I slid my hand around the front of her neck, holding her in place as I deepenedthe kiss. I needed to step back, to get some fucking control, but the feel of her in my arms and the taste of her on my lips was just too fucking tempting. I couldn’t tear myself away from her body if the whole fucking house was on fire.

“Slider,” she panted.

My tongue slid to her neck, sucking the sensitive patch of skin beneath her ear. “Fuck, I love my name on your lips,” I groaned, pressing my cock against her. My hand trailed down her curves, tightening on her hip before I yanked the waistband down, pushing it out of my way. I cupped her ass, my thumb brushing circles over her skin as I dug my fingers in, wishing I was inside her right now.

I dragged the waistband down with my other hand, pushing them off of her, and then my fingers were at her entrance, pushing through her heat. My head rolled back as I groaned. “Fuck. You’re so wet.”

She cried out as I pumped my fingers into her, holding onto my shoulders as I brushed my thumb over her clit. As much as I wanted to kiss her and swallow every moan, I kept my eyes on her, memorizing the way her mouth formed that perfect O as I drove her over the edge. Her eyes fluttered right before she came. Her pussy tightened around my fingers and her nails dug into my shoulders. Then she was screaming my name, fucking killing me with that sweet voice.

I pressed my lips to hers, softly kissing those plump lips as she trembled from falling over the edge and calling my name while doing it. My heart hammered hard in my chest as I waited for those gorgeous eyes to open and look at me, to see that sated expression on her face.

Her body jerked as I brushed my thumb back and forth over her clit, unable to stop touching her for even a second. But she was a client. And I’d just crossed a line I could never come back from. Fuck.

I slid my fingers from her pussy, regretting it the second I left her warmth. Her eyes opened and she knew instantly, the second she saw me back away. Fuck, I felt like just an asshole.

“Audrey…”

“Don’t,” she whispered, shaking her head.

“I can’t—It’s not right.”

“You already crossed that line,” she laughed humorlessly. “Doesn’t seem to matter anymore.”

“It does,” I argued. “More than you realize.”

But her eyes wouldn’t meet mine anymore. She stepped forward and reached for the door, but missed the handle completely. “I need a shower.”

“I’ll leave you alone.”

I bent over, snatching my shirt off the floor as she stared at the ground, still refusing to look at me. Fuck, I never should have come in here. If I had stayed away, I could at least say that I had done the right thing, but this…

This was fucking wrong.

She stepped away from me, gripping the counter as I grabbed the handle and yanked the door open. “I’ll find someplace else to sleep tonight.”

A laugh escaped her lips. “Afraid I’ll maul you in your sleep?”

“It’s the opposite, actually.”

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