Page 37 of Over the Edge

“It’s Moreau’s security chief,” she said, voice ragged. “I couldn’t get the tracker on the prototype, so put it on Vidal’s phone.”

I cursed under my breath and reluctantly withdrew my fingers, pressing a final kiss to her inner thigh before sliding up her body. Our foreheads touched, both of us breathing hard.

“Rain check,” I murmured against her lips, stealing one last kiss before pulling away.

She nodded, already shifting from lover to operative with a speed that was both impressive and maddening. “I need to change.”

Pity. I liked that dress and how the silk did nothing to hide her pebbled nipples. I watched her grab a handful of black clothes from the dresser and disappear into the bathroom, then flopped back on the bed. My cock was still standing at attention and I shoved my palm against it to try to get some relief. It didn’t help.

The taste of her was still on my tongue, her scent all over me.

I forced myself up and grabbed the rucksack I tossed in the corner. The faster we got this done, the faster we could get back here and finish what we started. I yanked my shirt over my head and exchanged it for a fitted black thermal, followed by tactical pants and my combat boots. I buckled on my shoulder holster, checking the SIG before sliding it home. Two extra mags went into the cargo pockets of my pants, along with a tactical knife strapped to my ankle.

“Should I call Ethan?” I called.

“No. For all we know, Vidal could be going to visit his mother.” Lyric emerged from the bathroom transformed—black tactical pants and fitted long-sleeve shirt. All business. The only hint of what we’d been doing moments before was the flush still coloring her cheeks and the slightly swollen curve of her bottom lip. She’d wiped away all traces of makeup, and somehow looked even more beautiful without it.

She scooped her hair back into a ponytail. “I don’t want to loop the team in until we know for sure. It could be nothing, and I don’t want to give Ethan even more reason to doubt me. We check it out first, then call in the cavalry if needed.”

I nodded, checking my weapon one last time. “Fair enough.”

Last thing we needed was Ethan or, God forbid, the ever-grouchy Ozzy, micromanaging this op. It was bad enough they had her on a short leash as it was.

I crossed to her and tugged on her ponytail. “But if it turns out Vidal’s just grabbing a late-night snack, I’m going to be seriously pissed.”

A ghost of a smile crossed her face. “You and me both.”

CHAPTER12

FLYNN

Nothinglike a little midnight B and E with a beautiful woman who nearly came apart in your mouth thirty minutes ago.

Man, sometimes I really love my job.

The tracker led us to a private airfield on the outskirts of Monte Carlo, where the rich and infamous park their jets between champagne-soaked weekends of gambling and Mediterranean yacht parties. The airfield was a playground for billionaires—all sleek hangars and private terminals that never asked questions as long as the money was right.

Vidal’s signal had stopped moving about fifteen minutes ago, pinging steadily from a hangar at the far end of the runway. Sleek, modern, and clearly designed to keep prying eyes out. Perfect place to stash experimental tech you’re planning to sell to the highest bidder.

“What do you think?” Lyric whispered, crouched beside me in the shadows of a maintenance shed. She’d pulled a black cap down over her hair to hide the golden strands, and combined with the dark tactical gear, she looked like a shadow given form. Beautiful. Dangerous. “Two guards at the main entrance, probably more inside.”

I studied the hangar through my night-vision monocular. “There’s a service entrance on the east side. Minimal coverage. Probably our best bet.”

She nodded, all business now, though I caught her glancing at my mouth when she thought I wasn’t looking.

Yeah, princess. I’m still thinking about it, too.

The memory of her taste lingered on my tongue, and the unfinished business between us hummed in the air like an electric current, but we were both professionals. We could compartmentalize. For now.

Focus, Shepherd.

“Take point,” I murmured, slipping the monocular back into my pocket. “I’ll handle any security systems.”

We moved in tandem through the shadows, keeping low as we skirted the perimeter fence. The service entrance was just where I’d spotted it—a small door tucked between industrial air conditioning units, barely visible unless you knew to look for it.

“Camera,” Lyric murmured, pointing to a small black dome mounted above the door.

I pulled a compact signal jammer from my pocket. “Ozzy’s new toy. Should give us two minutes before their system notices the loop.”

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