Chapter 10
Sienna
Andy grabs my knapsack and races us up the street until we get to the nearest subway station. A train arrives within minutes, we get out on Fourteenth, cross over the tracks, and head uptown to Fifty-Seventh.
On the way, he texts for an Uber while I fight to keep pace with his long legs. “What’s going on? Where’s Jack?”
“I don’t know.” Face grim, he searches up and down the street, his hand clamped onto my upper arm.
Soon, a red Toyota pulls to the curb, we get in, and yet every few minutes I check out the back window. “Where’re we going?”
“I called Grayson and he sent a shitload of former special ops to Brooklyn. If Peter tries anything, he’s as good as dead. We’ll get a few hours of sleep and head out in the morning.”
“Listen, I appreciate everything you’ve done but I can’t let you upend your life, not for me. Peter was my mistake and I need to live with the consequences.”
His worried expression lifts as he grins and kisses my cheek. “Are you firing me?”
“Don’t smile. I’m serious.”
“Hold that thought.” His phone rings, he checks the callerID, then turns the screen so I can see it’s Jack before swiping to answer.
“Jack?” He holds the speaker to his ear. “Uh, huh. Yeah. I figured. Okay. See you there.”
“So? What happened?” My heart thumps until he squeezes my hand and sighs.
“He chased after a couple thugs outside your apartment.”
“Damn. They must’ve been looking for the hard drive but why now? Peter’s been dead for almost two years.”
Andy chuckles, eyes warming me with their heat. “Good thing he’s dead. I don’t sleep with married women.”
Oh, wow. Did he imply we’re going to have sex? My face heats, my toes curl, and the lips between my legs jump for joy. The snappy comebacks for which I’m famous fail to arrive in my brain. Instead, synapses fire, making noises like fried electronics.
Xzsssst
Soft lips part, his nostrils flare, and he lowers for a long, soul-wrenching kiss. When his tongue demands entrance, I open my mouth and we tangle. Just moments ago, I was scared shitless, now I’m consumed with lust. I want this man. I want him so badly, I can’t wait. When the kiss ends, we gasp and stare.
Out the window, we pass under signs for the Triborough Bridge, leaving Manhattan. Thank God it’s dark because his left-hand moves high up my thigh, his pinky finger touching my core. “Fuck Sienna, you’re wet. Holy shit.”
My face heats and I glance up at the driver but his eyes are focused on the heavy traffic on the bridge. That’s good, because Andy’s hand is inching even higher making my nipples tingle. I squirm and close my eyes while he blows into my ear with the side of his hand pressing between my legs.
Arching to meet him, he gives a low groan and unbuckles his seat belt. Then, he leans over to shield me from the front seat, slips his hand under my shirt, and squeezes my breast.
Red faced, I push on his chest but he just chuckles and whispers, “It’s dark. No one can see anything. Relax.”
Are you kidding me? Relax?
His clever fingers pinch a nub and I bite down hard on my lower lip with my heels dug into the carpet under the front seat. My undies are beyond wet when he slips his hands down the front of my jeans. To be fair, I try to touch the thick bulge in his pants but he’s tightly pressed into me. Up and down his finger slides across my nub, my urgency growing. Oh God, I’m practically there when he stops, letting the tension mount.
“Come for me, baby.” He applies a little pressure but not nearly enough.
Hissing, I buck against his finger.
So damn close.
With his mouth on mine, one digit enters me hard and fast while his knuckle presses on my nub.Oh Shit.I stifle a scream into his mouth and cum hard thinking he’ll stop but he doesn’t. He makes the orgasm last long past what should be humanly possible, sinking his finger into me repeatedly, hiding me behind his broad body.
When he’s done, his eyes shine with satisfaction.
