“Well, somehow I only saw him run past, and I can understand why people fear him now. Is there a first aid kit?”
“Conference room. Who needs first aid? Is it for Enzo?” she wondered, looking around. She pointed to the kit on the wall, and he snatched it down and started rifling through the contents.
“Why did you have my car keys?”
“I’m an adept pick pocket,” she grinned, still poking at her ear, which was ringing less now. “The skills you learn when you have an unconventional upbringing.”
“You keep saying that, but you never explain it,” Sean said.
“Our parents were CIA. They were killed on a mission. They were paranoid and skilled and taught Moss and I everything we know,” she said with a shrug. “Except the hacking, they were a little startled that I came out a hacker. Can I have another hug?”
Sean shook his head and pulled her close again, and she sighed as she nuzzled her face against his shirt, smelling Enzo on him. The combination of their smells, of Sean and Enzo, was the most comforting thing she could think of. And she was insane for thinking that.
“I hope he’s okay.”
“Me too,” Sean said.
“Yes, obviously you two have a thing,” India said.
“We’re going to pretend that never happened.”
“No, you’re not.” She shook her head. “You’d better love him with all of your big heart, in case I can’t.”
“Why wouldn’t you be able to?” Sean asked.
“I’m all messed up.”
Chapter 11 - Sean
“I don’t think your keys are useful anymore,” India said with a rueful grin. She seemed a little dazed, and there was a trickle of blood running down her face where some piece of debris from the explosion had hit her. Enzo and Sean had been in the elevator when the car exploded, and it had been fucking terrifying, like the building was under attack, but the doors had opened to the carnage of what used to be Sean’s car. The garage hadn’t looked damaged, but India on the ground in the middle of the parking garage, and his heart had dropped. Because underneath his bullshit, he had been so fucking into India Moss.
Enzo had acted fast, instincts kicking in, gun out, running for India in a low stance, and he had scooped her up like she was a treasure. Sean wasn’t an expert on love, but Enzo had looked like a romantic movie hero right then, and Sean could see the two of them together. Enzo had definitely been hit by at least one of the bullets that had fired off at them the minute they exited the elevator, but the bullets had been wild, not well-aimed or precise, so Sean had to hope that Enzo was okay, still alive. Sean wanted to know he could have the big man again.
Sean’s stomach was still a little messy from Enzo’s ridiculous sexy play earlier, and he needed more of that. Enzo needed to survive. Suddenly, there was nothing he wanted more than to find out what this thing was with India and Enzo.
Of course, it made no sense, and he was sure the urge would disappear as soon as he was separated from them. Why would he want the woman who had fucked his life up so badly with her attack on his business? The woman who was now sitting there, smiling up at him, apparently unaware that she was bleeding. He was brought back to her time posing as his assistant, with her snarky comebacks and spaciness. He wondered which parts of it had been an act and which had been the real India. Well, obviously the real India couldn’t figure out how to make coffee to save her life.
She hissed as he reached up and gently cleaned her wound with an antiseptic wipe, and he brushed his lips against her forehead, which earned him a questioning look. When she had worked for him, his instinct to nurture her had irritated the hell out of him. He wanted to be wild with women, to tie them up and fuck them, and that wasn’t something that fit with India Moss. India Moss, he wanted to cuddle, to pull her down onto his cock and worship her with his body and mouth.
“I didn’t realize I was injured,” she said. She raised her hand to brush her fingers over his as he tended to her wound.
He chuckled. “Yeah, you’re a bit bloody.”
She narrowed her eyes. “But still hot?”
“You’re hot as fuck, this you. Though the porn star librarian thing you used to have going on in my office was good, too.”
“Shit, I KNEW I looked like a porn star. I really need to figure out what I’m doing wrong with disguises.” She raised her eyes then, looking behind Sean. He turned to see Enzo stalking in, followed by a few other huge guys and last, Moss, who looked serious and somehow completely different than he had in his office.
Moss stepped forward and wrapped India into a tight hug before turning and opening a gun safe in the wall and beginning to strap on weapons. Enzo’s upper arm was bleeding when he came in, but he seemed cheerful as he also hugged India tightly and kissed her on the forehead. She looked suitably awkward about the kiss, but hugged him back.
Enzo reached out and ran his good hand through Sean’s hair, sending tingles down his spine, and tilted his mouth down for a quick, hard kiss. There was an odd sense of belonging in that kiss, and Sean opened his mouth and allowed it to happen, sucking hungrily on Enzo’s tongue. Enzo groaned and pulled him close, kissing him more deeply. Sean had never kissed a man before, but Enzo was an amazing kisser, and their chemistry was incredible.
“I would have fucking lost you. So quickly,” Enzo muttered against Sean’s ear. “I need to own you even more now.” Sean’s dick pulsed, his pants tightening.
“You do,” Sean whispered. Surely, he would take that back later, but at the moment, it seemed correct. They both glanced at India, who was staring at them.
“India is a domme, did you know that? I want her to tie us up and do bad things to us,” Enzo said. Sean glanced at India, trying to picture her as a leather-clad dominatrix and couldn’t quite make it work.
