Risk of Exposure (Alpha Ops Book 6) by Emmy Curtis Page A

anything. I just want you.”
    “I think it’s sweet that you think I’d tell you anything about my previous job, but I take your point.” He wasted no time in getting rid of her panties. Instead of lying beside her, he yanked her legs open and knelt between them.
    She sank back to the pillows. Yes!
    His tongue wasn’t shy. She felt its hard stroke through her whole body. He pulled her legs farther apart and slipped his fingers through her folds to her wetness. The heat of his tongue and the cool of his harder fingers sent her whole world into a tailspin. Her fingers tangled in the bedcovers as the tip of his tongue probed her. God, she needed this. This utter release from rational thought, rational feeling.
    Heat zipped through her body, not just from his mouth and hands, but also from the feeling that she was opening herself to him without having to talk. Without having to actually open herself mentally. It was bliss. She shut off thoughts of Russia, thoughts of the SAS, and thoughts of her CIA masters frothing at the bit because she was alone in a snowstorm.
    Wave after wave of freedom and heat and desire washed over her—her conflicting thoughts and emotions fading away in an ocean of need.
    He slipped a finger inside her, and she bucked against him. As his tongue assaulted her clitoris, she gasped and struggled to let herself go. The sensation drove her insane. Heat accumulated in her shoulders, flashing through her as if she were attached to an electrical outlet. His hands and tongue worked magic. His fingers curled inside of her, triggering tremors throughout her body, and his tongue circled her clit until her breaths came in pants, and then gasps as she urged the wave of orgasm to crash over her. It did, taking rational thought and feeling with it as her body arched from the bed almost as if it thought it would make the sensation last longer.
    Ragged breaths came from her as she urged him up. She opened her eyes to find him fishing for a condom from his pants pocket. She allowed herself a little smile. She loved a responsible, well-prepared man. When his eyes rested on hers, though, he didn’t smile back.
    “You’re a bloody terrible person, you know?” he said as he took his dick in his hand.
    She blinked. “What do you mean?”
    “Threatening to tell your father I seduced and abandoned you.” With one thrust he was deep inside her, taking any protest from her lips. But he wouldn’t stop talking.
    “Using me on the rooftop,” he whispered as he started moving, causing the most beautiful friction between their bodies.
    “Blackmailing me. Pulling a gun on me.”
    “Mmm-hmm,” was all she could say as she arched into a thrust that seemed to touch her whole body.
    “Slicing my neck.”
    But revenge would be hers. She took a breath and opened her eyes. “Stop.” She put her hands on his hips to stop his movement.
    He froze. “What’s wrong?” His brow furrowed in concern. Sucker.
    She took advantage of his bewilderment and slipped a thigh between his. It took all her strength to flip him. It wasn’t elegant, but it surprised the crap out of him.
    “What the…?”
    She straddled him and held his dick to her. “You’re a bloody terrible person, you know,” she said, mimicking an English accent. She slid him into her in one smooth stroke, making him groan.
    “You followed me for days.” She raised and hesitated before lowering onto him again.
    He strained to be inside her.
    She slid back down. “You took photos of me, without me knowing.” She dug her nails into his hips, feeling what had been manufactured outrage turning into real anger. “You pretended to be someone else. And then you fucked me.”
    “I don’t remember you complaining about any of that,” he ground out between gritted teeth.
    “I am now,” she snarled back. Fury drove her. How dare he treat her like someone to be used? Blackmail was the perfect response for a man like him. The fire in her belly met her arousal in a