Page 69 of Tactically Acquired

Hell, I didn’t know if I wanted her to wake up and kiss me or leap across the room and promise never to do that again. I very slowly swiveled my head to see if she was awake, relieved when her eyes were firmly shut tight. At least she had no fucking clue what she was doing. This was all involuntary. I could remove her and not have to worry about having any awkward conversations with her about why this was highly inappropriate.

It happened all the time, unfortunately. Women got a little emotional when they were in high-pressure situations and tended to latch onto whoever was there for them, saving them from the dangerous situation they were in. I’d seen it happen too many times before.

Thankfully, it didn’t appear this was one of those times. It was more likely that she just rolled into me and happened to latch onto a warm body. I gently pried her hand from where it now rested at the base of my stomach and rolled her back to her side of the bed, then shoved a pillow between us. At least now if she was seeking comfort, she could get it in the form of a fluffy pillow.

Now that she was back on her side, I could finally get some fucking sleep. I tucked my hand behind my head and closed my eyes, willing my cock to settle down. It was just a hand, after all. And she was just a woman.

A woman who looked very good in leather.

But still…just a woman.

My eyes flew open, and I gnashed my teeth. “Son of a bitch.”

There was no way in hell I was going to fall asleep when she was on my mind and laying fucking three inches from me. This shit wasn’t going to work for me. I sprang up from the bed, storming over to the door. But just as I was about to fling it open, IRIS popped into my head and his eyes mocked me for being unable to lay beside the woman and take a fucking nap.

That’s exactly what would happen. I’d go out there and tell him I couldn’t sleep, and he would tease me that mywifewas keeping me up all night. Hell, I wasn’t about to let him get to me like this. I could fall asleep. I just had to be stronger than the testosterone running through my body.

“Lay down and go the fuck to sleep,” I muttered. “It’s not that fucking hard.”

Decision made, I stomped back over to my side of the bed and sat down. Taking a deep breath, I laid back and tried some Fox-style breathing. Hell, he did this for months—maybe even a year. He had that shit locked down.

Well, as much as a show tune-singing psychopath could.

I rolled to my left and tucked my hand under my head. This was fine. It was all going to be fine. I just had to think of something really soothing. Like the ocean. I took a deep breath and smelled the salt in the air. It was like I was there. I could hear the waves lapping at the shore, and slowly, I drifted off to sleep.

I rolled slightly, groaning when the pillow beside me moved away. I tugged it back toward me, tucking it into my side. There was nothing like a nice, warm bed when you were exhausted.And after the night I had with IRIS, I was fucking out of my mind.

The pillow moved again and I frowned, trying to tug it back into position. Whoever was fucking with my bed was about to get a beatdown. I didn’t have the patience for this when I wasn’t even awake. “Stop moving,” I mumbled, sighing heavily. “My pillow.”

I heard a snort and cracked one eye open. All I saw was a mess of brown hair. Frowning, I peeled open the other eye and took in the rest of the room. Light was peeking through the window, slowly filling the dank space, and that’s when I remembered that I was sharing a bed with Audrey.

Which meant that the hair right the fuck in front of my face was most likely hers. That was just fucking perfect. I was holding her. I knew it. There was no other explanation for what was going on right now. I took a moment to catalog where my hands were—along with the rest of my body.

The first thing that sprang to my attention—no pun intended—was that my cock was firmly wedged against her tight body. That was unfortunate, but not the worst part of this whole thing. No, that would probably be the way my arm was wrapped around her from behind, holding her to me. Or the way my other hand was under her shirt…groping her breast. I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling and sighed. Yep, that was her breast. Her very nice, very firm…very fuckingamazingbreast. And I was holding it. Fuck, my fingers were dancing along her skin, caressing her nipple.

And she wasn’t stopping me.

Then there was my leg…tucked between hers, practically grinding against her cunt. The question was…was I trying to get her off, or was she riding my leg in the hopes of having a happy ending? It was hard to tell with so much blood rushing to my cock.

Fucking hell, I was still stroking her nipple. I should really stop that.

I could feel her heart hammering in her chest. Was she turned on? Did she like my hands on her? Maybe she was terrified or pissed as hell that I had taken such liberties. It wasn’t intentional. I had done it in my sleep. It wasn’t like I went around groping women in bed.

Although, my current predicament suggested otherwise.

Jesus, take your fucking hand off her breast!

I swallowed hard, clearing my throat. “You asked me to hold you last night,” I said, taking the chicken shit way out.

“Is that why you have your hand on my breast?”

I cursed myself for falling right into that trap. I may have prevented myself from looking like an idiot, but there was no fucking explanation for why I was mauling her.

“Yeah, I should probably stop that,” I muttered, but my fingers didn’t agree. They brushed over the peak of her tight bud, then around the small bumps on her areola. Fuck, she was turned on, her heart was pounding out of control. She wanted me, but that couldn’t happen. None of this shit could happen because I was her close protection and she was my client.

My very sexy, very wanton client who looked fucking erotic as hell in black leather.

“So…”

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