My hand slams against the tile as my legs shake.
Chris would deliver the most powerful orgasms without even fucking me.
That’s when I come harder than I have in years, off of a simple bullet vibrator. My legs buckle, forcing me to sit in the shower and let the water wash over me.
What was that?My imagination ran a little wild with that one. Usually I picture being manhandled, but I’m always in charge in my fantasies. What’s it say that I subconsciously want Chris to be the one in control? What I do know is that if we do ever hook up, it’s too dangerous to give up control to him. I can’t forget who he is and what my end goal is. No matter what my head dreams up, that’s all it’ll ever be: fantasy.
It takes me far longer than I’ll ever admit to get out of the shower. The water runs cold for a while before I stand up. I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I air dry and bargain with myself.
You will get close to Chris in order to gain access to Cano.
You will take advantage if he offers sex.
You will not allow him to lead any part of the … relationship.
You will get your shot at Cano.
And you will fucking take it, no matter the cost.
Chapter 5
Adam
I’ve been at Seventh Street Coffee since ten thirty.
At first, it was because I wanted to scope it out and make sure no one followed me. Then, I realized I was nervous.
A date.
I think I may have been in high school the last time I went on a real date. Throw in the complication of being undercover and her not really knowing who I am, and the whole thing is so fucked. I may not have spoken to Nova all that much, but there’s something about her that’s intriguing as hell. I actuallywantto go on a date with her. I want to get to know her better, and it sure as hell isn’t because of my job.
But she thinks I’m a drug dealer at best and a smuggler at worst. Being tied to Oscar does me no favors here.
So, I’m at an impasse. How do I handle a date with Nova? Do I let her see some of the real me? Do I keep up my persona and lie the entire time?
Why in God’s name is this even an issue in my head right now? It should be easy. She should only know Chris Roth.
But … I want her to know the real me, just like I want to get to know the real Nova. Hell, that’s probably not her real name either.
I sigh. What a complicated fucking mess I’m in.
And just when I started to get real responsibility from Oscar. I had a fucking pick-up last night, so that’s why I couldn’t take Nova up on her offer. I’m starting to see just how big the artifacts operation is by the sheer number of pick-ups I’ve been handling. I’m lucky if it’s only three a week, but it’s steadily been five to seven packages, all varied in size.
The operation is much larger than we ever anticipated. Sure, we knew he has a hand in stealing some priceless artifacts, but this is an entire underground network. This is huge amounts of money exchanging hands. And those hands belong to some very powerful people. It goes so much deeper than we thought.
But my focus isn’t on that right now.
My focus is on the brunette beauty that just walked in. The baggy jeans still hug her hips, and the slouchy T-shirt slides off of one of her shoulders, showcasing her delectable skin.
Man am I in trouble if a shoulder is turning me on.
What’s more interesting is that she clearly didn’t dress up for this … date. She’s telling me without words that I’m low on her priority level and that she does not care about me.
It’s hot as fuck, if I’m honest. She’s a challenge, and I’m always up for those.
She shoves the oversized glasses to the top of her head and starts to look around, clearly not enthused to be here.
The chair I’m sitting in makes a scrapping sound as I shove it back so I’m able to stand. It draws Nova’s attention. She freezes for a moment, her gaze trailing down my body then back up until she’s looking at me square in the eyes. Then the corner of her mouth tilts up, and I know I’m completely fucked.
