Chapter 5
Chapter Five
She should shove him away.
She’d been well trained by the CIA. Charlotte knew a dozen fast and dirty ways to disarm a man. With a few careful maneuvers of her body, she could have Logan on the floor. Or across the room. Or—
Her hands grabbed his shoulders. Held tightly. She pulled him closer.
A moan broke from her as her lips parted beneath his mouth. She should not be doing this. Not, not, not. But it felt so good.
He felt good.
His mouth.
His tongue. Oh, what a wicked tongue. He knew just how to kiss. Knew how to drive her wild with desire. A desire that was currently quaking its way through her entire body.
One of his hands still curled under her chin. His other hand was at her waist. Warm and strong and currently sliding down. Moving to the top of her thigh. Heading lower and grabbing the bottom of her already hiked up dress.
At this point, she needed to take control of the situation. Absolutely, one hundred percent. She would take control. After she kissed him for just a little bit longer because Charlotte could not ever remember encountering a partner who kissed as well as Logan did.
He didn’t overwhelm her. She’d expected an angry, demanding kiss. Demand was there, certainly, but…
He seduced. He tempted. He had her aching for more, more, more.
His fingers shoved up her dress. Way higher.
His mouth tore from hers. The cry she made was a protest—she did not want him to stop kissing her. She didn’t want him to let her go. But he didn’t let go. His mouth just moved down to her neck. He licked. He kissed. He sucked.
Her eyes closed, and her head tipped back so she could give the man better access and even more room to do his wicked, wonderful work.
His callused fingertips skimmed up the inside of her thigh. Oh, my…Since when had her inner thighs become that sensitive? His fingers went higher and higher and that mouth of his bit down in just the most fabulous spot on the side of her neck.
The door to the private room flew open. She heard it thud into the wall.
Just as—
“My bad, darlings!” Freya’s voice rang out. “I left my scarf in here.”
Logan’s head whipped up. Jerked to the right.
Charlotte’s head immediately craned toward the sound of Freya’s voice.
Freya as she grabbed a silky, red scarf from her previous chair.
She tossed the scarf around her neck with a flourish.
“Don’t let me interrupt! Carry on.” She turned on her heel.
“Though considering you have a whole hotel that is full of beds, I don’t know why you want to use the table, but you do you. ”
She yanked the door closed on her way out.
“I…” Charlotte wet her lips. I taste him. He’d been casually sipping a glass of whiskey during the game. An Old Fashioned. She could taste the faintest hint of that whiskey. “I thought you had guards outside, to stop anyone from coming in.”
Coming in and catching them as they made out.
“The guards know to let Freya come and go to this room as she pleases.”
Yes, well… “Maybe she shouldn’t have come and gone so easily tonight. She saw us.”
His hand was still on her inner thigh.
That realization hit like a splash of cold water, and she looked down, fast. There was something about seeing his hand, right there, curled around her thigh, with his broad, strong fingers so close to—
“I can see my underwear,” she mumbled. Her black panties. His fingers were so close to her black panties. If Freya hadn’t come back, would he have slid his fingers beneath her panties?
Into her?
She squirmed a little on the table because she’d just also had the realization that her panties were wet.
This can’t be happening.
“Just where do you want my hand to go?” Logan asked her, voice growling. “You want it higher, touching the sweetness that waits? Or do you want me to step back?”
Why did his words make her wetter? The idea of him touching her, right between her thighs…
Desire pulsed in her blood Or, even better, even more tempting, the idea of him bending down, of him spreading her out on the big poker table and putting his mouth on her and using that gifted tongue he possessed to lick her—
“Is that little moan a response? And is it a ‘yes’ for me touching you? Just for clarity?”
Her hands were still clutching too tightly to him, and his voice had just been very clear and very loud and— “No, no, no.”
“Fine.” A jerk of his head. His hands left her—immediately. He stepped back.
“No!”
“I’m moving, Charlotte. My hands are off you. Unfortunately.”
Ignoring him, she hopped off the table and grabbed for the smashed glasses on the floor. Did the listening device still work? Because that itty-bitty piece of tech could pick up even whispered conversations and if Jamar had just heard what she’d been doing with Logan…
I am going to be in so much trouble.
Logan was a valuable asset on this mission. Granted, they’d had to blackmail him into cooperating and frankly, yes, that was illegal. But the CIA often operated in shades of gray.
“You look horrified,” Logan noted. “Do tell. Is that horror because you’re worried that your CIA buddies heard you making out with me? Or is the horror due to the fact that you enjoyed making out with me so much?”
Both. Not that she could actually say that answer.
She dropped the glasses back to the floor. Picked up the nearest chair and proceeded to smash the glasses into oblivion.
Soft laughter greeted her smashing process. “Pretty sure I already did a smashing routine, but, by all means, continue destroying those sexy glasses.”
Annoyed, she spun to face Logan. She found him leaning back against the table, arms folded across his chest, eyes on her.
“Is everything some sort of game to you?” Charlotte demanded.
“Generally, yes.”
“Do you know how much trouble I could get into because I—because I—” Charlotte broke off, not even knowing what to say.
“Because you lust so wildly for my gorgeous self?” Logan supplied helpfully as one dark eyebrow arched. “Because you crossed some fake line that you invented that says CIA operatives can’t fuck when they desire someone?”
She smashed the glasses one more time, just in case.
Then she heaved away from the chair. She did not step any closer to Logan.
“You’re not just someone. You’re a coveted asset.
” Her body felt as if it was quivering on the inside.
Desire throbbed in her veins. All from a kiss? What was wrong with her?
She needed to get a grip.
“It’s weird, Charlotte, but when your boss went over the rules of this mission with me, I don’t remember her ever saying that we couldn’t fuck.”
Charlotte stiffened.
“Jezebel said I might die.” He nodded. “Distinctly remember that fun point.”
Jezebel Jenkins. A woman who wielded enormous power both in and out of the CIA.
“She said the mission would be dangerous,” he mused. “Intense. But Jezebel didn’t give me some giant list of things that I could not do. A list that included items like, say, kissing you.”
“I’m working undercover.” Jezebel could not learn about what had just happened between them. Jezebel had been the supervisor who’d set up this mission. This was Jezebel’s last big case. Because the woman who’d been a fixture at the CIA for decades planned to retire.
After eliminating one final threat.
“I know you’re undercover.” Logan exhaled heavily. “No need for the reminder. I am quite aware.”
“I am undercover, working as your PA,” she forced the words out. “I was just supposed to be your PA. Only that. Nothing more. But now, Freya saw us. She’ll spread word that we’re fucking.”
He shrugged. Shrugged. And suspicion swelled within her. “Logan.”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
She was not his sweetheart. “Did you know she was coming back in here?”
His relaxed pose did not change one bit.
“You saw her scarf, didn’t you?” Charlotte accused. “You knew she’d come back for it. You kissed me—you staged that entire scene because you wanted her to think that we were lovers!”
His eyes narrowed. “You were the one clinging tightly to me.”
“You were the one with your tongue in my mouth! And with your hand up my dress and—” Her eyes closed. “I wanted you.” Time to take responsibility.
She heard a sudden rush of air. Kinda like a whoosh, as if someone had just raced toward her.
Her eyes flew open.
Logan stood right in front of her. Towered over her. He’d certainly moved quickly.
“Say that again,” he ordered.
Nope. Because she knew serious danger when it confronted her. “My cover was supposed to be as your personal assistant.”
“Too bad. I guess your cover just changed. Now the world is gonna see you as my lover. I warned you, Charlotte. If you came into this back room game, I told you that there would be repercussions.”
This was a cluster situation. “I have to talk with my team.”
“Thought I was part of your team.”
“I meant the CIA. I have to talk with them. Check in. Immediately. Do damage control.” She tried to brush by him, but Logan’s hand flew out and curled around her wrist.
“You mean you want to see how much they heard, don’t you? Want to see if they heard you moaning for me?”
She could feel the heat in her cheeks. “I have a job to do.”
“Yes, and it would be fabulous if you shared that glorious mission with me. Because so far, all I know is that I’m supposed to help save lives, and that sounds just great, but I’m not really here to sell out every single person I know.
You have a target, someone specific in mind?
Then you tell me who that individual is. ”
“It’s not that easy.” If only it was.
His thumb brushed over her inner wrist. “Make it that easy.” He let her go. “Check in with your team. Then come back and talk to me. We’ll go over the new terms of our partnership.”
That sounded ominous. And way, way too much like Logan thought he called the shots. With her spine straight and her head up, Charlotte marched for the door.
“I was never good at taking orders,” Logan called out. “But I have a blast giving them.”
Yes, she was sure he did.
She reached for the doorknob.
“Oh, hey, Charlotte, check your pocket.”