From a distance, however, he hadn’t noted how scandalously she was dressed. The scooped neck of her blouse revealed far too much of her smooth, flawless bosom while the high hem of her skirts flaunted her trim ankles. No wonder she’d been swarmed all evening; he’d wanted to tear those groping bastards limb from limb.
He tamped down his protectiveness. He wanted to get her out of here as quickly as possible. Knowing her, she wouldn’t leave until the job was done…which meant the best strategy was to help her.
He exhaled through his nose. “Have you found what you were looking for?”
She beamed at him. The disarming flash of her dimples propelled him back into his dream. Of her smiling just this way as he pounded into her hot little quim from behind. Heat flooded his groin, his cock hardening.
Stop this madness. Concentrate.
“I have, actually.”
Elation brought out the golden sparkle in her eyes as she told him about the dog charm she’d found and the entries in Scott’s appointment book regarding “F,” whom she suspected was Farwell. Then she showed him a map.
She tapped on the circled locations. “What do you make of these properties?”
Wei looked them over. “They all fall within the Fancy’s territory.”
“That was my first thought as well,” she said eagerly. “Perhaps the dogs are kept at one of these addresses—”
The little white dog barked. It ran to the door, bouncing eagerly on its stubby back legs and running in a happy circle.
“Someone’s coming,” Glory whispered.
She folded the map, shoved it into her skirts. Not a moment too soon, for footsteps and voices stopped outside the door. With cool efficiency, Wei ran through his options. Escaping through the window was too risky; he’d used lightness kung fu to scale the building, but Glory did not know that technique. He couldn’t risk her falling from this perilous height. He scanned the chamber for a place to hide, jerking in surprise when Glory flung her arms around his neck.
“Hurry,” she said with quiet urgency. “Kiss me.”
Keys jangled. Someone fumbled with the lock.
Looking down into Glory’s wide gaze, Wei made his decision. He swung her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Tumbling her onto the mattress, he crushed his mouth to hers.
Ten
Lying beneath Mr. Chen’s muscular length, Glory thought dreamily, So this is kissing.
Her stratagem had been to create a plausible reason for their presence in the room. All they had to do was put on a convincing show as lovers. Of course, she had very little experience with this sort of thing—none, to be precise—but she’d hoped Mr. Chen would take the lead.
And did he ever. He was as expert at kissing as he was at everything else.
The rumors that he’d been a monk could not possibly be true…
Her thoughts turned hazy as Mr. Chen consumed her senses. He tasted of smoky tea and himself, a strangely addictive flavor. His lips were firm, warm, and exploring. She tried to pull him closer, but he cupped her face and controlled the kiss.
The rasp of his calluses against her cheeks sent a wave of heat over her skin. Held steady by him, she felt both overwhelmed and safe. There wasn’t anything to do but to surrender to him, to the need bubbling inside her. She melted into the mattress, and he made a low sound, licking the seam of her mouth. Shivering, she opened for him, the demanding plunge of his tongue dissolving her bones.
His sensual mastery awakened her dormant desires. She was struck by a fusillade of sensations. The drugging pressure of his lips. The hard friction of his chest against her throbbing nipples. The sensual weight of his hips pinning her down.
Through her flimsy skirts, she felt a heavy iron bar prodding her thigh; with a jolt, she realized what it was. Goodness, Mr. Chen’s manhood was substantial. Just then, he shifted over her, rocking his hips and driving his hard length against an exquisite peak.
She gasped as bliss sparked between her legs. Desperate for more, she tugged on his hair, pressing against him. His thrusts were firm, disciplined, and she could feel herself dampening her drawers. When he tongued the rim of her ear, she quivered. He sucked the lobe into his mouth, and the warm tug seemed to pull at her very core, releasing a damp gush.
“Good boy.”
The deep, drawling voice punctured Glory’s erotic reverie. Simultaneously, she felt Mr. Chen still above her, his breath a harsh pant against her ear. She twisted her head toward the door…and found herself staring into narrow blue eyes.
Wulfric Scott.
His collar hung open, cherry-colored lip stain smudged along his slashing cheekbones. In the crook of his arm was the dog, who was ecstatically licking him. Brunette twins flanked him, one in pink, the other green, their gaping bodices revealing identically plump breasts with rouged nipples.
