“Stay,” Greg asked, rubbing his nose along her neck and breathing in her floral scent. “Just for a little while longer.”
“You are as tempting as the devil.” Her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her collarbone before clamping down where her neck and shoulder met.
“But handsomer.” He smiled against her skin, feeling her body surrender to him.
“Greg—” Greg kissed her, swallowing any further protest she might have. This could be the last time they made love before the end of this mission. For all he knew, afterward too. He wanted to make the most of it.
“I’ll have Cinderella back to the ball before she turns into a pumpkin.”
“That’s not how the story goes.” Greg heard her smile and felt her body begin to melt like chocolate on a hot day. It wouldn’t take much to have her completely swayed.
“If you can think, I’m not doing my job right.”
Zoe smiled. “Then I suggest you get to work.”
Oh, a challenge was it? “Oh, baby, you might regret challenging me. I’ll have you purring in no time.”
“Promises, promises.”
Greg felt like a bull that had just seen the color red. He wanted to tear the clothes from her body and lick every inch of her, but he knew that would raise some red flags when she got back to the mansion.
The hem of her shirt already hung off her shoulders, so he pushed it further down to the crook of her elbows, pinning her arms to her sides. His hands stroked up her stomach to the globes of her breasts, testing the weight. He grinned that she wasn’t wearing a bra of any kind.
Zoe tried reaching up for him then froze when one of the seams popped.
“Don’t tear your shirt, love.”
“Free me.”
“No, I like having you like this.” He plucked and twisted at her nipple. “At my mercy.”
“You’re a sadist,” she hissed.
Greg leaned closer, pressing his body against hers and pinning her to the wall. One knee wedged between her two. His nose ran along the side of her neck while one hand traveled down to her knee then up and under her skirt. “Says the woman enjoying it.” Greg pushed her panties to the side and drove two fingers into her soaked passage.
Chapter 21
Greg lay in bed holding Zoe. He should be asleep like her, but his mind refused to quiet. His body hummed with energy, preparing for the upcoming mission. This was what he lived for. The planning. The execution. So much could go wrong, or it could all go right, but he didn’t want to take any chances. He had too much to lose.
He should be with his men planning for tomorrow evening. They had a solid plan, but they should always have one, if not two backups. Knowing he wasn’t going to get any sleep, Greg reluctantly pulled himself from Zoe’s arms and got dressed.
He stared down at Zoe; she was lying on her back, and the blanket had been pulled down to her waist. Her nipples sat up like gumdrops as if they sensed his attention, tempting him to lick their sweet flavor.
He had to leave now before he climbed back into bed with her just to watch her sleep. He needed to strategize with his men to make sure they covered every angle tomorrow. He didn’t want any harm coming to Zoe.
Greg came around to her side of the bed and kissed her softly on the cheek. Zoe didn’t stir. He wasn’t surprised. He had exhausted her with the multiple orgasms. Greg grabbed her phone and set an alarm to make sure she got back to the mansion in plenty of time. No sense in waking her now, it was barely after midnight.
Greg walked around the apartment, making sure everything was locked up before letting himself out and heading for his car which was parked a few blocks away. He looked around to make sure he wasn’t being followed or that Zoe had someone watching the building, but he didn’t see anyone.
As much as he didn’t like her backup and how much they stood out, someone watching her back was better than no one.
Greg pulled into the parking garage of their building and was headed toward the elevator when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. It was a gated area and no one should be able to get in unless it was one of his teammates or the general.
Instinctively Greg reached for his pocketknife and was ready to defend himself when someone stepped out of the shadows.
“Greg, it’s me.”
Greg relaxed only marginally when he realized who it was. “Dammit, Charlie, I could have killed you.”
