The Monte Carlo Affair: Across A Crowded Room (IATO Series Book 2) (15 page)

She arched into him again. This experience was more than she bargained for. Could she endure this much pleasure? “Please, Jason, please, now, now, don’t make me wait.”

He took her left hand and placed her middle finger against the pulsing nub at her entrance, pressing, rubbing, rotating, and he stepped back while she groaned and writhed beneath her own hands.

Watching him watching her was killing her. This was more erotic than anything she’d ever imagined. She looked her fill as he cupped his balls in one hand and stroked his other hand up his cock.

She tried to imprint this moment to memory. His masculine beauty, his dark brown chest hair, the trail dividing those perfect abs, and the short, tight curls surrounding his long, thick erection.

His hand wrapped around his shaft and he pumped once, twice.

She wiggled her eyebrows and then gave him a shy smile. “Don’t make me beg. Get over here. We’ll take more time later, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” She bribed him with a bigger grin and crossed her bare breast on the promise.

Jason shook his head, and he gave her his famous half smile, dimple and all. “This time’s just for you, babe.” With that, he bent his head and feasted on her folds with his mouth and his tongue, taking her until she screamed out his name and a curse. Her body shuddered and spasmed with the power of her release.

Only then did Jason allow himself to consider taking his own satisfaction. It was pleasure enough knowing he could finally make love to her the way he’d always imagined.

He rose, straddling her again. This time he teased her mouth with his lips and his tongue, not allowing their bodies to make contact. She arched, struggling to bring them skin to skin, but he wound his fingers with hers and kissed her. Then he relaxed his arms, lowering himself to her, covering her body with his. He moved between her spread thighs, pressing against her wet velvet opening, and slowly kissed her soft lips. He wanted to merge soul deep with her and when she responded with as scalding a kiss as he’d delivered, he thrust deep.

Finally he realized he was at home in her arms and hopelessly in love with her. Her tight, moist heat welcomed his aching, hard cock as he drove her higher, wanting to give her more, give her all he’d withheld these three long years.

She returned his thrusts and dug her nails into his back, gripping him like she’d never release him. He loved the way her climax clenched around his cock like a fist, taking everything he had to control his need. “Come again for me, Emily,” he whispered. “Come again. Say my name.”

The pressure built, and he held back, waiting for the thrusts to take her to the next level. Her breathing was labored, and he knew she was close. He slipped his hand between their bodies, touched her sensitive flesh, and she arched, stiffening.

She muffled her screams against his shoulder as the first wave of her orgasm brought him to his. “Jaaaason!”

His name on her lips made him smile as the last of his orgasm shot into her and they both collapsed onto the mattress.

She had no idea what she did to him, what she meant to him, how she made him feel whole, peaceful, completed. She smoothed the edges of life for him, and he couldn’t tell her. Not yet. But soon, though. If only it wouldn’t be too late.

“I’m starving.” She pushed his weight off her, rolling him to one side. “Get up.” Emily rolled off the bed in a heap. “Let’s go see if that scrumptious food can withstand the rigors of microwave reheating.”

She popped out of bed, jiggling just enough to force Jason to avert his attention. They’d end up dying of starvation here in bed if his body had any say in the matter. He had just finished with her again and felt himself firming up from just looking at her ripe little body. The groan escaped, but he squeezed his eyes shut. He let her bounce naked into the kitchen as he headed for a cold shower. They still needed to get to his yacht tonight. There was no way he’d be able to protect her here if he needed to.

Actually, the food reheated well, and Jason tried not to. Reheat, that is. He sent Emily into the shower after they finished eating. “Let’s get out of here before I start all over again. We’ll have the rest of the night at my place, and I’ll feel better when I feel safer.”

“You could feel better?” she teased him, running her hands over his bare butt.

He reached back and smacked her hand away. When she emerged from the shower, he had her clothes laid out, a backpack, and her suitcase in hand.

Emily dressed quickly into her jeans and tank top, slipping on her sandals and hopping from one foot to the next as she headed for the door. She took an opportunity to grab his butt playfully again. “Yes, you are feeling better all the time!” She giggled.

Jason opened the door. “Show a little respect.” He couldn’t suppress the smile. Her light-hearted teasing soothed his wariness. He needed this—he needed her. No one messed with his head the way she did.

He had to laugh at her antics before he tried a more serious approach. “I called Harrison. He and the team are clearing us to move out of here within five minutes. It should take us that long just to get downstairs. Remember, don’t make a sound. I don’t have to spend time on lengthy explanations.”

Jason followed closely behind Emily while making their way to the stairwell. He wanted to avoid the elevator and any possible noise. Although her neighbor watched TV with the sound turned up, there was always the possibility someone with better hearing would pick up the old lift’s groan. He decided on the stairs. The neighbor's TV blasted loudly enough to cover the squeaky door to the stairwell. It sounded like something out of an old horror movie.

Jason pushed her through the opening and practically sent her sprawling down the stairs in his haste. He took hold of her upper arm to keep her from toppling over. “Sorry, I heard the elevator door open.”

Emily stepped down the stairs cautiously in the dimly lit stairwell. “Who would be coming into the building at this hour?” she whispered. “Most of my neighbors don’t go out socially, and if they go out at all, they’re usually home by this time of night.”

As they reached the lower landing, Jason’s phone began to vibrate against his chest. He put his hand out to stop her on the last step. Putting his finger to his lips, he indicated his coat pocket. He pulled the phone out and put it to his ear without saying a word. He listened, closed it, and placed it back in his pocket.

He frowned at Emily, still preventing her from moving forward. He waited. The phone vibrated again, and this time Jason moved Emily out toward the front door, blocking her body with his as he replaced the phone.

“Someone’s out front watching your apartment. Leave the bag in the hallway. Harrison will come back for it. I have the backpack.”

They’d need to make it out the back in a hurry, and they didn’t need any excess baggage slowing them down. “A team member will bring your bag to us later. I’ll keep you with me until you leave with Kate and Jorge in the morning.

Jason took Emily’s arm and stilled her against the side of the building with his body as he listened for the men he knew still searched for them. Pulling her against him through the shadows, they ran to his waiting car.

He bent to whisper in her ear. “This is really important. I’d just as soon not have those goons to deal with. Who knows what’s going on in their heads? Hopefully if they didn’t notice us leave, they’ll expect me to stay here all night. We’ll give them the slip. I’d rather not have them show up at my place, and I don’t feel like staying up all night here worrying about what they’re doing.”

Emily’s eyes were large as dinner plates, and he could see her pulse throbbing in the little crevice at her neck. He wanted to calm her, reassure her. But he knew danger still threatened.

“I have a private place for us to stay safely until we meet Kate and Jorge in the morning. Her designer job and Jorge’s position with Columbia University make them unlikely candidates for corporate espionage, so they’re safe.”

For outward appearances, their plans remained as normal as possible. Because a multitude of available data existed regarding the three friends’ long-standing relationship, everyone felt comfortable that their backgrounds were clean and their cover secure.

“Okay. Do they know about this change?”

“Yes, I had Harrison get a message to Jorge with the details.” Jason helped her into the car.

He was satisfied with his new plan to get Emily back to Boston, hopefully before anyone suspected the nanotech chip was switched and the information compromised. Their original plan called for her to tour France, traveling up to Paris for a few days with her old friends. But that was before they knew about Kincaid. Kate’s fake illness was going to interrupt their plans in order to get them out of the country.

“I need to get you all back to the US and safety as soon as possible. Kincaid shouldn’t be here.” He couldn’t risk being seen by the one man who knew he wasn’t Jason DesJardin.

They rounded the corner to Harrison’s car, and Jason found Emily’s bag already in the backseat. He slipped back into the driver’s side, checked his mirrors before pulling into the dark back alley, and kept his headlamps off.

“Harrison is going to have one of the other team members take my car to my place later. That should keep any potential tails busy.” He reached over to pat Emily’s knee, ostensibly to reassure her, but left his hand there for his own peace of mind. She affectionately put her hand over his and squeezed. The gesture reassured them both.

Jason considered their plans in his head. There was enough evidence to make the whole trip appear totally innocent. When Kate feigned illness tomorrow, her hospital arrangements made everything credible. After the doctor examined her, Dr. Rincon knew to recommend the ambulance trip to the heliport and then the helicopter to the airport in Nice. From there, it was a straight trip to Massachusetts General and home.

“You’re thinking too much.” Emily tried to reassure him. “Stop worrying. I’ll be careful. They aren’t going to suspect anything for a while, at least until I’m back at the farm and maybe not even then. There’s nothing to link the chip degradation to me, any more than to anyone else who had access to it. Does your informant tell you when he thinks the terrorists plan to take possession of the chip and make the first strike?”

Jason shook his head in the dark as he drove through the back alley streets of the city. His forehead creased in worry. “That’s just it. They’re real careful with everyone who has worked anywhere near that project. If it wasn’t for Mosel’s attraction to you, you wouldn’t have had the freedom to come and go as you pleased.”

She could feel the muscles of his leg bristle with tension beneath her hand. Latent jealousy, she surmised. She leaned over and kissed his neck. “It’ll be all right. And we’ll find the men who were responsible for that night.”

As the car moved to the larger streets, Jason turned on the headlights and opened the windows. The soft Mediterranean air slipped past. They drove along the scenic boulevard, the hills above twinkling with lights reflected off the dark sea below. “Where are we going?” Emily asked, sounding curious now.

“I thought we’d stay someplace a little out of the way. My place is too obvious. There’s a safe house, well, not exactly a house, down by the yacht basin.” He pulled into the parking lot where nothing but multimillion dollar yachts were moored in the quiet cove, just off the docks.

“Not a boat,” Emily mumbled under her breath.

“Grab your backpack. I just need to check in with Harrison.” He pulled out his cell phone and walked toward the skiff at the nearest point on the illuminated dock. Emily could see him nod but couldn’t make out his words. “Is everything set?” Jason asked Harrison.

“Yeah, everything checked out. The team went over everything, and they’ll be keeping watch all night. You can relax. We have your backs, for tonight anyway.”

 

 

 

 

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Eliza March lives in Florida with her husband and writes full-time. She’s active in her local RWA Chapter, TARA, and meets monthly with her plotting group, to share ideas and marketing tips. She loves hearing from her readers and interacting with them on her blog. You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.

 

Books also by Eliza March

 

The Leopard, The Lion, and The Wolf [1]

WERECAT FEVER

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Dual Bondage: Roped and Tied 2

Defeat The Darkness 1

Conquer the Highland Beast 2

Vaewolf: Damn the Darkness 3

More Than A Stud

Hot Highland Fling

Trouble in the Tropics

Witch’s Tattoo

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Innocence Lost 1

Monte Carlo 2

Cyber Seduction 3

 

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