Mercenary Courage (Mandrake Company) by Ruby Lionsdrake Page A

and she was tempted to touch herself if he did not do it for her.
    “I want you,” Viktor whispered, his breath warm against the freshly kissed skin of her throat.
    Ankari swallowed. She wanted him too. But he couldn’t mean here. He was a private man; he didn’t even smile at her when his men were around. He couldn’t be thinking of anything outré here. Could he?
    He rubbed against her from behind, as his fingers loosened the tie on her top, the hem loosening about her waist, as well. His thumb ran along the inside of her belt, and flutters of anticipation danced through her belly. Moisture dampened her panties. The sane part of her said they could not do anything here, but every other part of her wanted him to touch more of her. His muscles were like rock at her back, with the tension of restraint radiating from him. She knew he wanted to touch more of her, too, to shove her against the wall and pour himself into her. The knowledge that she could affect such a powerful man made her feel sexy... and hot.
    She ran her thumb down the TacZip of her trousers, and the material fell away. She did not know if her wrap was long enough to hide the opening if anyone looked down at her, but nobody should look down at her. Everyone was busy complaining about the shops being closed and the elevator not working. And she was still breathing normally, calmly. At least she thought so. Until Viktor’s fingers slipped into her panties. She bit her lip to keep from gasping as they brushed her tight curls.
    He had stopped kissing her neck and was simply nuzzling the back of her head, giving no sign of what his hands were doing. Nobody glancing over should think much of them, so long as she could keep from squirming and gasping as he touched her. Easier thought than done. One hand had returned to her breast, stroking her through her wrap, but the other traveled lower, touching her lower lips. His finger slipped into her, finding her hot, damp core, rubbing her gently. She pushed against him, inflamed. He did not speak, but a soft rumble—or was that a growl?—reached her ear. Was he pleased to find her ready? She could feel how much he wanted her, but there was little to be done until the car started again, and everyone else got out.
    He found her clitoris, and the thoughts fled her mind. She arched her back, almost forgetting that she couldn’t cry out, or even gasp or moan. She bit her lip as her body throbbed from the inside out. The powerful pulses came in sync with the touch of his fingers, as he rubbed her—no, he was teasing her, his touch feather light despite the tension in the arm wrapped around her. The roughness of his callouses added a delicious sensation she never experienced when she pleasured herself. She gripped the back of his hand, but she didn’t know where to guide it, not certain if she wanted him to press harder or to slip his fingers all the way inside of her or to simply keep doing what he was doing. The pulses of sensation shuddering through her grew more intense, and her breaths quickened, though she tried hard not to let them become audible.
    A soft chime came from the control panel.
    “Finally,” one of the women growled.
    Ankari barely heard her—barely heard anyone. The blood rushing through her body pounded in her ears, and all she could think was that she would die if they had to stop—if Viktor stopped. The teasing ended, and his fingers quickened. Though he must have known they had to finish soon, his attention remained nothing short of exquisite perfection. She trembled, teetering on the edge, fighting the urge to grind against him, afraid someone would notice her rocking hips. But then his thumb brushed the top of her clitoris at the same time as the elevator lurched into motion, and the combination of the two jolts took her over the edge. Fortunately, the shoppers were too busy jostling for position, eager to escape, to notice her shudder of relief or to hear the groan that slipped free of her