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Sneak Peek: East End

10.13.2020 by quaynor //

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Who the fuck is he?

A thread of something pulled at the back of my mind, but I didn't have time to examine it at the moment. We rounded a corner with him ahead of me by some twenty-five or thirty yards. But my heels slipped on the marble. When my hand caught the edge of the door to stop myself from taking a tumble, it was as if he heard me almost fall, and he slowed, turning slightly. Our gazes met, and when I saw the moss green of his eyes, I knew for certain. I knew it was him. “Whatever you're stealing, give it up.”

This time instead of a smirk under his mask, I knew it was a full-blown grin, and that was all the confirmation I needed. I kicked off my shoes, bent down to scoop them up, and sprinted. 

His eyes went wide, and he ran literally like he stole something. He exited through one of the side doors, into the gardens, and I was on his tail.

I knew this side of the property led to a massive downward slope and a maze of gardens, lush greenery, and a massive koi pond. Like something on Pemberley.

Apparently East knew it as well as I did, because instead of taking the steps that led down to the gardens, he bolted down the hillside.

I gave chase, giving up no quarter.

I was gaining on him. Closer, closer. And then from the higher vantage point, I launched myself at him. And just in that moment, he turned, his eyes wide. And he stopped running.

My heart stuttered and stopped. I was going to collide with him.

When I slammed into his body, he caught me easily, wrapping his arms around me, and we rolled together, his body taking the brunt of the impact as we rolled through the field of the flowers.

When we landed, I groaned. My bones felt like they'd been shoved into a bag and shaken around. I tried to reach for his mask, and he angled his head away from me, one arm locked around my waist, the other trying to control my two hands. “Take the mask off. I know it's you, East.”

We both stilled, and he blinked at me. “Agent Kinkade, what were you doing in the hallway?”

“Says the man who is dressed like a thief?”

“For all you know, this is the latest in black tie,” he groaned as he shifted.

“What did you steal?”

He shook his head and tried to stand.

“Oh no you don't.” I started to pat him down. And then realized, to my chagrin, that I was sitting astride him, my hips locked over his. And to any passerby, it would look like we were… Oh, God.

I tried to shove against his chest and stand over him, but something stopped me. And it wasn't his arm around my waist. Something tugged at my dress, and there was a tearing sound.

We both glanced at where we were joined. He had some kind of hook or something, and it was latched into the knot of my dress. I tried again to free myself, and the dress tore again.

I glanced down, realizing that the knot of the dress was basically what held the whole damn thing together. If he tore it, my dress would be slit open and my tits would be flapping in the wind.

He must have realized the same thing that I did in that moment, because he grinned. “Oh, what a predicament. If you move, I see your tits.” He licked his bottom lip. “And I can tell you that I have been having some very dirty fantasies about what they look like up close. Are you going to give me a show? As you know Agent Kincade, I do like to watch.”

His voice was low and husky and sexy, and what the fuck was the question?

My eyes opened wide as I became even more hyper-aware of where else we were joined.

His chuckle was soft as he laid back down on the grass. “Don't mind him. He can just feel how warm you are. And I can't help but imagine you being wet and all the other ways and reasons we could be in this position.”

“Shut up, you oaf. You have to unlatch me.” 

“I don't have to do anything. If you stand up, your dress tears open. And then, well, I'm still clothed, and you're not. So you'll have a lot of explaining to do. And I'll be out.” He wiggled, and I heard more tearing sounds. I clapped a hand on his throat. “Stop fucking moving.” 

He chuckled. “Ooh, kinky. I think I like it. Squeeze tighter, love.” 

My hands were small. I would need two hands to choke him out, and it wouldn't be for fun. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

“I would.” 

“You're a thief.”

“No, not really,” he mumbled. 

“You're dressed in a balaclava, and you look like you've stolen the fucking crown jewels. What else could you be but a thief?” 

“That answer's a little complicated, and I'm not going to tell you.” 

“What the fuck were you doing in Walter Jameson’s office?”

“Again, princess, my lips are sealed.”

“I can just take it off of you.” 

He rolled us over so that I was beneath him, and I gasped with the shock of the positioning. I was even more aware of that bulge. 

Oh, hell. 

I felt him pressed directly against my clit, and I bit back the moan. 

And of course he could feel my body's response to him, and his hips hitched just so. I slammed my teeth over my bottom lip, and I turned away so he wouldn't see. 

“There's no hiding your response to me, love. Pretend it’s involuntary. I only rolled you over like this so maybe it’ll be a little easier to detach us and you still get to stay dressed.”

“I thought you wanted me naked.” 

He grinned down at me, his gaze slipping to my breasts and then back to my eyes. “Oh, trust me, I do. But I like my women willing. And right now, despite the fact that I can feel your heat, I want you undressing for me. I don't want it to be a result of me accidentally tearing your dress. If I do tear your dress, I want you to be well aware it's going to happen. And I want you to want it.” 

I swallowed hard. The way he said it, the way his voice went low and mellow, made something pool low in my belly. “Is that what you like? The ones who are like, ‘Oh, yes. Sure. Go ahead. Rip this ridiculously expensive dress from my body.'”

“I like the way you say it. Does that count?” 

“Just get off of me.” 

“I would, love, but then you'd be naked in the moonlight. And there's nothing to stop me from leaving you like that.” 

My eyes flared wide. “You wouldn't.” 

“Am I a gentleman or a thief?” 

“Can't you be a gentleman and a thief?” 

He grinned then. “I beg to differ. But again, I'm not exactly a thief.” 

“What did Jameson have that you needed to steal?” 

“Nothing. Who said I stole anything?” 

“You were leaving his office, and you're wearing a black balaclava.” 

“That just happened to be my outfit today. I thought it was a masquerade event.” 

“You're lying.” 

He leaned close. “I also happen to know that no one was supposed to be in that hallway, so what were you doing down there?” 

I flashed my gaze to his. “None of your business.” He wouldn’t believe me if I said the other loo was occupied.

His lips tipped up into a smirk. “Ah, the Interpol agent. Going rogue, are we?” 

“This isn't a movie. I'm not rogue. I was just looking for the loo.” 

He chuckled then. “Oh my God, you are a shitty liar. Everything you're feeling shows right here.” His fingers indicated along my cheek. I could almost feel the heat of him brushing my face. And I wanted him to touch me. 

“You don't know me at all.”

He leaned close then, and I tipped my chin up. “Are you sure about that? Because right now you're in the moonlight, and I can tell that your pupils have dilated. The way you're hips are rotating just so, I can tell that you can feel my dick. And the way your teeth keep grazing over that bottom lip of yours, it's tempting me to bite it, and I know you want me to. You're just not ready to say the words yet.” 

My brain was foggy, and heat pulsed between my thighs. But I wasn’t going down like that. Through my teeth I asked, “What did you steal?” 

He grinned. “God, Agent Kinkade, I feel like this is kind of our foreplay. And if this is the foreplay you like, it's turning me on very, very much. But I'm sure you can feel that, can't you?” 

Hell fucking yeah, I felt that. He was… big. 

Big? That thing's huge. 

Okay, fine, he was huge. And God, was he getting harder? I could feel him twitch against me, and I bit my lip again. 

“Agent Kinkade, if you keep that up, I'm going to start to think that you like this.” 

I narrowed my gaze even as my hips lifted. “Get off of me.” 

“Then stop writhing against me like you want me to fuck you.” 

“I am not writhing.” I was totally writhing.

But then I felt him twitch against me again, and my hips rotated. Stupid hips.

“Go ahead, tell me another lie, why don't you?” 

“You're rubbing against me. It's not my fault.”

“Mm-hmm, sure. Now if you'd just let me…” His fingers moved between our bodies, and I held my breath. I could feel my breasts straining against the top of the dress. I was going to spill out any second. 

“Fuck, the way the moonlight catches your skin, you look like shimmering gold. Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” 

I swallowed hard. “Does this usually work for you as a dating tactic?” 

He chucked again. “You know, you are the most obstinate woman I've ever met. And I don't know why, but fuck, that turns me on.” 

I wiggled again. And he moaned this time. “Agent Kinkade, if you would like for me to get us separated, I need you to stop grinding against me and sit fucking still. And I need you to stop biting that bottom lip, because if you do it again, I will kiss you.” 

The thing about dares was that I’d never met one I could turn down. I wasn't impulsive, I just didn't like to be told what to do. I didn't want to be controlled. I didn't want anyone manipulating me. I could do what I wanted with my body. 

And, okay, fine, it was involuntary. 

I tried to keep still, I did. But it was as if my subconscious knew what I wanted or was determined to rebel against his command. Either way, I lifted my hips, and he groaned. And then his lips were on mine, his tongue sliding along the seam of my lips, and I gasped. That simple gasp gave him access, and his tongue delved into my mouth and licked against mine as his hips ground into me. 

And instead of shoving him off of me, my hands, my traitorous hands went into his hair and locked him into place. And fuck, what the hell was wrong with me? He was the enemy. And he was clearly up to no good, and God, he tasted so goddamn good. He tasted like champagne and poor decisions and fun and sunshine, and God, I could kiss him forever. 

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Sneak Peek: For Her Benefit

08.13.2020 by quaynor //

Ben

Out in the van, I watched and waited for signs of Livy.

East leaned over. “Mate, we can't wait any longer.”

He was out of his mind. No way was I leaving without her, period. “What the fuck are you saying? We wait.”

“Fine, we’ll give it another minute. Maybe she'll come out, or maybe she already made it out of another exit.”

From my periphery, I saw Bridge shake his head, and I glanced back at East. Roone was coming over from the other car. “We're going to miss our window. The police will be here soon. It's better to move, or would you rather explain what the fuck we're all doing here? Time to go.”

I shook my head. “No. Liv's inside. We can't leave her.”

His voice was low and hushed like he was speaking to a spooked animal. “Listen, we can do more by getting back to the house and planning. Figure out where she is, where she went, and what happened. Right now, we can't do anything if we all get pinched. Do you hear me?”

I growled at him. “I'm not fucking—” His straight jab to my face came quick, and the edges of my vision wavered a little. 

“What the fuck? Did you just hit me?”

“Yeah, because you're being irrational. You're putting us all in danger.”

I was done. Done playing along. Done getting along. 

I had to go back for her. 

East must have guessed my intention because he reached for my arm, which I quickly dodged. Then I stepped around Roone and bolted to his car. Her tracker was active, and I was going to get her back.

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Sneak Peek: The Benefactor

05.27.2020 by quaynor //

“I’m leaving Ben. I have a long day ahead of me.”

“A long day? Do you have any idea how long the night was without you next to me? And the waking hours were almost worse because I didn’t know if you’d deign to grace me with your presence again.”

My instinct was to whirl around and give him a piece of my mind. But I figured that was exactly what he expected from me. No. I could do cold civility.

He braced both his hands on the door on either side of my head, and I didn’t have to squeeze my thighs together to know that my panties were soaked.

I bit back a whimper and clenched my thighs together as a tingle of awareness made me clench.

No. No. No. 

He did not get to turn my life upside down, keep things from me, and then be mad that I’d kept something from him.

Yes, he does. You said you wanted honest and simple.

Okay fine, he did have a right to be pissed. But being pissed while making me want him against my will, that was low. With fury making me clench my jaw tight, I angled my head so my gaze could meet his. The prison of his muscles kept me from escape. I frantically fought the pull of need.

A lock of hair had fallen over his forehead, and his brows were locked in the down and furious position. His lips slightly parted as if in anticipation, but it was his eyes, as always, that got me. Equal parts fury and desire, his gaze was a war zone of all the shoulds and shouldn’ts running through his mind.

Ben leaned forward as he caged me between his body and the door. His chest rumbled with a groan just before he leaned closer and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

With a shuddering sigh, I angled my neck to give him better access. What was it about his touch that made me so desperate for more? My skin was practically on fire. I’d only been gone a day, but it felt like he hadn’t touched me in a century.

“Do you have any idea how much I have worried about you?” he rasped against my throat in between hot kisses to my bared skin. He began kissing his way up my jawline until he buried his hand in my hair and turned me toward him so he could cover my mouth with his.

I didn’t fight it, just melted beneath him and allowed him to direct how I moved. My thighs opened of their own accord, and he moved right in between them like he belonged there. When he settled against me, everything inside of me woke up and flared to life. Nothing else mattered but this.

I could fool myself that I’d come back to keep the drive from falling into the wrong hands or that I needed his protection, but there was no denying that a part of me had come back because I couldn’t stay away. Everything inside me wanted to be where Ben was. Always. I’d known it in Paris. There was no denying it anymore.

“What are you doing?” I choked out when his hands went to the button on my wide-leg trousers. I’d worn them deliberately because they made my ass look fantastic. That’s right, I was a tease and I couldn’t find a fuck to give about that fact.

I gasped again when he practically ripped the zipper off while tugging it down.

So… This was happening.

Pussy: 1

Brain: 0

“Reminding you.” Ben yanked off his vest and tugged at the buttons on his shirt before he ripped it off.

“Of what?” I croaked out.

I gasped as his hand slipped inside my trousers and between my legs, the heat of his fingers branding me as they lit me on fire.

With the first glide of his fingers, I bit back a harsh moan. He knew what he was doing. I’d be damned if I’d give him the satisfaction of letting him know how desperate I was for his touch.

But I was the one being played… like the most delicate of violins played by a master. The harsh groan that tore out from me felt inevitable as those talented fingers parted my slick folds and found my clit with startling accuracy. I ached for him to fill me. To remind me of his stupid nickname. When he dipped his fingers inside my velvet sheath, I automatically clamped around him, my aching flesh feeling too empty.

“Of who you belong to. Who this belongs to.” Ben kissed me again, our tongues tangling wildly as we each fought to take control. There was something about Ben that made everything feminine and soft inside me wake up and melt under his hands.

I couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but every single time we kissed, I turned into a puddle of hormones.

Is that all this is? Are we pretending Paris didn’t happen?

This time was no exception. Within seconds, I was whimpering and canting my hips, trying to get more of his deft fingers. Trying to rock against him, desperate for what I knew he could give me.

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