5. Kinslee
FIVE
Kinslee
I tapped lightly at the door of room 702, hearing a muffled “Come in” from within. Using the keycard, I entered, making sure to leave the door open a sliver. Sweeping my gaze around me, I catalogued my surroundings. I was standing in an entrance area complete with a large sliding wardrobe and a door that presumably led to the bathroom. From my vantage point I could just about see the corner of a large bed, and beyond it, a floor-to-ceiling window with views of the London skyline.
“Don’t be shy.” Vanessa stepped around the corner, clad in a tiny silk kimono-style robe that barely covered her curves. I was pretty sure she was naked beneath it, and I steeled myself, reminding myself that Hunter had promised me we’d get this assignment done before I could be compromised.
My gaze slid to the other side of the bed where Federico was standing in profile, silhouetted against the window, staring down at his phone with his lips pursed. He was barefoot in his shirt and trousers, the shirt untucked and unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, and there was a lipstick mark on his collar.
“His wife called,” Vanessa confided in a whisper. “She always puts him in a bad mood. I don’t know why she’s complaining about him being away again. She gets to lead a comfortable life, as do their children, wanting for nothing, and he always gets her an expensive gift after he’s been with me. What else does she want?”
Love, maybe? For her husband not to be having affairs behind her back? For him to be at home with his kids? Just a thought.
“Maybe we can put him in a better mood together,” I suggested, watching as he tucked his phone into his trouser pocket, and turned to face us. His frown disappeared instantly, replaced with a leer.
“Mmm, bella . You came.”
Vanessa cocked her head. “Are you ready for us to spoil you, my love?” She threaded her fingers through mine, leading me over to the window. Federico pulled her into a sloppy kiss, and I moved around to his back, gritting my teeth before sliding my hands onto his hips. He groaned in what I hoped was approval, and I moved my hands a little lower, into his pockets. The fingertips of my right hand brushed against the top of his phone and to distract him, I moaned into his ear, pressing my breasts into his back. Thankfully Vanessa was keeping his hands occupied, her robe gaping open as he fondled her breasts while kissing down her neck.
A little lower.
I closed my hand around the phone and eased it up as quickly as I could, moaning again as it dropped soundlessly to the plush carpeted floor. I’d never been happier for a thick carpet, despite the fact it was a nightmare to walk in wearing my heels.
Sliding my hands back up to his hips, I moved around to his side, internally crossing my fingers as I swept my foot out, sending the phone skidding under the bed. I only hoped I’d used enough force to get it to the other side. When I was done, I whispered “Heels,” which was my agreed-upon code word with Hunter to let him know the phone was out of Federico’s possession. Federico raised his head, his brows pulled together, and I panicked. I couldn’t let him remember his phone or notice anything suspicious. I had to keep his attention until Hunter was done.
“Heels,” I repeated, my heart pounding. “ Just heels.” Moving around to Vanessa’s back, tracked by Federico’s gaze, I gently turned her to face me, her back to Federico’s front. Stepping up to her, I reached around her body, my hands going to the fastening of Federico’s trousers. I was glad they’d already made a start before I’d arrived, because it would have been a lot more difficult if I’d been dealing with belt buckles as well.
Daring a quick glance at the window, I saw the reflection of the door ease open incrementally, letting a sliver of light from the corridor in, and I quickly finished unzipping Federico’s trousers, and then stepped back. As I hoped he would, he started grinding himself against Vanessa’s ass, his hands roughly palming her breasts while his gaze remained fixed on mine. It was time for a distraction.
I inched up the hem of my dress, revealing more and more of my legs, dragging it out as much as I possibly could without Federico getting impatient, or even worse, distracted by anything that wasn’t me or Vanessa. When the material reached the tops of my thighs, I heard a soft whisper in my earpiece.
Connection done.
Okay. All I needed to do was to drag this out for a little bit longer, until Hunter had his chance to make his escape, and then I’d make mine.
That was the plan until Federico suddenly moved Vanessa out of the way and lunged forwards, getting a handful of my dress and tugging it up. I shrieked—I couldn’t even help it—it was completely involuntary, and staggered backwards. There was an awful ripping sound as my dress tore at the seams, followed by a loud bellow as Federico lost his balance, tripping over the trousers that were still pooled around his ankles, and fell to his knees on the carpet.
I turned and ran for the door, as fast as I could on thick carpet wearing four-inch heels. A shadow materialised in front of me as I reached the end of the bed, and my heart leapt out of my chest, before I realised it was Hunter. Throwing the door open, he shoved me through, crowding up behind me and blocking my body with his. We made it out into the corridor when Federico reached us.
“Where do you think you are going?” he shouted.
Clutching my dress around me to stop it gaping open at the side, I fell against the wall, needing the support after the sudden rush of adrenaline. “I changed my mind,” I gasped, peering around Hunter, who was looming in front of me, facing down Federico. “I want to be with him.”
Federico’s face twisted into a sneer. “You are a cocktease.” He spat at Hunter’s feet. “And you do not know how to satisfy a woman. That is why she came to me.”
“You motherfucking fuck,” Hunter snarled, winding back his fist and punching Federico square in the jaw. He instantly went down like a sack of spuds, out cold.
“Impressive punch,” I mumbled as my legs grew too shaky to hold me up. Just when I thought I was about to collapse to the floor, Hunter swept me up into his arms, stalking down the corridor to the lifts. Both of us ignored Vanessa’s fading shrieks.
When we were safely back inside the suite, Hunter lowered me to sit on the bed, and immediately turned his back, moving away from me.
“Don’t leave.”
He halted, still facing away from me, his body a tense line.
“Stay.”
“Why?” he asked in a low rasp. “The job’s over. What more do you want from me?”
“The same thing you want from me.”
Without warning, he moved, lightning fast, leaning down and planting his hands on the bed on either side of my body. Our noses almost touched as his gaze bored into mine. “Do you think you can handle me, Kinslee?”
“Try me and see.” We both needed this, after everything. It didn’t have to mean anything. It was just sex. A release of endorphins after the adrenaline rush.
That was what I told myself, anyway.
“Hmm.” He pushed off the bed, staring down at me with dark eyes. I let my gaze drop to the tempting, thick line of his erection clearly visible in his trousers, and licked my lips. Smirking down at me, he removed his glasses and earpiece, placing them on the bedside table, and then snapped his fingers. “Take out your earpiece and spread your legs.”
I gasped, my mouth dropping open farther when he crouched down in front of me, pushing my dress up my legs and then placing his hands on my knees, spreading my thighs.
“Earpiece,” he commanded. With shaking fingers, I fumbled to remove it, launching it somewhere in the direction of the bedside table. Fuck, I was so wet for him.
“Hunter…”
“He fucking touched you. He ripped your fucking dress. Do you have any idea how much fucking self-control it took for me not to maim that fucking bastard?”
I shuddered at his low rasp. “You knocked him out.”
“He deserved more than that. If he comes near you again?—”
“He won’t.” Reaching out, I dared to run a finger down the side of his throat, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat against my fingers. “Now come on. Take what we both want.”