Downstairs, the clerk had explained how the exhibitionist suite worked. Footage from the cameras would be sent live to the resort network, where it could be watched by any of the other guests on Calyxia. For a fee, guests could even pay to control the cameras, getting a better view of the action.
So, at least one person was watching right now as Nash slowly kissed his way up her thigh to her exposed center. Someone who was interested enough to pay a little extra for camera control.
Could it be…?
No. It couldn’t. Not so soon after their arrival. But the Guild had told her Slayn had a voyeuristic streak, and that meant he would be watching sooner or later. That thought made Fairchild’s blood run cold inside her.
Then Nash’s mouth reached its destination, and everything ran hot again. She moaned softly as his warm, wet tongue played across her clit.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Right there. Oh God, that feels so good.”
It wasn’t an act. Not entirely. As annoying as Nash could sometimes be, there was no denying his skill in bed. He manipulated her body with a pilot’s precision. Many times over the past week, he had brought her to orgasm with a flick of his tongue or stroke of a finger. It was infuriating how easily he could make her come.
At the moment, however, he was taking his time with it, teasing her right up to the edge of her climax, then drawing back again, charging up her pleasure in preparation for an explosive release.
The cocky bastard was going to make her beg for it, wasn’t he?
“Don’t stop,” Fairchild whimpered, combing her fingers through his thick hair as he licked her. “Please don’t stop. That feels so—”
A muffled pop from the other side of the room made her turn her head and gasp, but it was just Dutton. He had uncorked a bottle of pink champagne, and now the foam was oozing from the mouth of the bottle, creamy and bright. Fairchild watched as he began to fill a thin glass flute.
She began to come.
“Oh my God!” she moaned, clutching at the bedsheets and arching her back. “Oh my God,Oh my God!”
Nash wasn’t satisfied with a single orgasm. Oh no. He sucked her clitoris deep between his lips and continued to strum with the tip of his tongue, forcing her to endure one shocking climax after the next. Yet even in that whirling blizzard of pleasure, Fairchild’s mind kept going back to Reece. He wasn’t just her teammate, he was her friend, and right now he was all alone in enemy territory.
He’ll be fine, she tried to tell herself.He knows what he’s doing. There’s no way Slayn’s people will clock him for a Merc. They won’t even know he’s following them…
But then, Reece’ssafetywasn’t her only concern. Not if she was being honest with herself. She’d seen the way the other women at the resort had been looking at him as he walked past. She’d seen the way they’d been looking at all three of her teammates. And why wouldn’t they look? They were easily the three sexiest men in the entire resort right now. Of that, Fairchild had no doubts.
What if one of those women decided to proposition Reece on his way back to the room? This was Calyxia, after all. Anonymous, no-strings-attached sex was the order of the day.
Fairchild knew it shouldn’t matter to her. This was a mission, nothing more. They had to remain in character, no matter what that entailed.
Nevertheless, she couldn’t stop thinking about Reece with some other random woman, and the thought made her feel sick.
She needed a distraction.
Her fingers clutched at Nash’s hair, and she yanked his head up from between her legs, perhaps a little too forcefully. He gave her a puzzled look.
“I need you inside me,” Fairchild said. “Now.”
It sounded a bit too much like a command, but the need in her voice helped to take the edge off it a little.
“As you wish,” Nash said with that trademark smirk, but the smirk didn’t quite reach his eyes. He probably didn’t understand everything that was going on inside her, but he understood enough—this was no time for teasing and games.
He raised himself upright and pulled his T-shirt off over his head, treating Fairchild to a view of his hard muscles and tattooed arms. She sat up and got to work on his jeans, fingers frantic as she unfastened his belt, then his fly.
“I need it,” she whined. “I need it…”
They pushed his jeans down together, and his naked cock sprang out, hard and ready. He still had his boots on, so he didn’t bother taking off his jeans completely. Instead, he just shovedher back down onto the bed and guided himself into her. They both moaned as he filled her.
“Is this what you need?” he purred, his lips soft against her ear. “Is this what you need?”
“Fuck me!” Fairchild begged beneath him. “Fuck me hard!”
Nash wasted no time in granting her request. He pressed her legs back in a wide V and started thrusting into her hard and deep, penetrating all the way to the furthest center of her femininity. He was fucking her bareback, without protection, but Fairchild wasn’t worried about pregnancy. She had taken one of her pills just before disembarking from the ship, so she was safe for a day. Safe to enjoy Nash’s perfect cock raw and unprotected. He felt so good inside her—so hard and so hot.
