Page 68 of Risks of Temptation
"This is not a choice. Balls are in motion. You know this."
"She—"
"Take her with you."
"It's too dangerous."
"We have forty-eight hours. I need those documents, or this is over. Do not get distracted from the overall mission." Gustave hangs up.
"Damn it," I mutter then pick up a handful of rocks and angrily throw them into the water.
Emilia's arms go around me. Her warm, naked skin presses against mine. "Malin, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." I hold her arms, focusing on the water rushing downstream, as if it will somehow solve my problems.
She moves to the front of me. In the morning light, she glows like an angel.
I can't take her with me.
I can't leave her.
There's no time to get to Omoa then Belize City.
She reaches up and caresses the side of my head. "You promised me you wouldn't lie to me." Her blue eyes fill with hurt.
I pull her into me, fist her hair, and dip down to kiss her. I can't think. I can't breathe. I'm not used to worrying about anyone except myself or my targets for short amounts of time. Once I deliver them, they are safe. I go on with my life.
Nothing about Emilia makes her a typical target. No matter how safe it is when I drop her off, I'll still worry about her. But I'm not sure what to do about the current predicament.
Her nipples are already hard, teasing my pecs. The way she flicks her tongue in my mouth boils my blood. Tingles flutter on my ass from her hands.
"I'm feeling greedy this morning," I mutter then lift her up by the ass.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and her dripping pussy hits the tip of my cock, kissing me with fire.
I walk toward the flat rock and set her down. "Get into child's pose."
She raises her eyebrows.
I lick my lips, checking her nakedness out.
This woman has the most pristine body I've ever laid eyes on."Do I need to repeat myself?"
Her lips twitch. "No."
"Good. Because I'm going to show you what I couldn't get off my mind during yoga yesterday."
Her grin widens, and she spins and assumes child's pose on the flat rock. I trace my finger from her neck, down her spine, and she shivers.
"Do you want my cock in you?"
"So bad," she replies in a raspy voice.
I should be thinking about how to solve my dilemma, but I already know what I don't want to be true. Gustave is right. There is no choice.
I kiss her ass cheeks, and she moans, louder than the sound of the rushing water. "You have a great ass, ma belle," I say in French.
"Please. I need you in me," she breathily says.
