Page 71 of A Touch of Treachery (Section 47 #3)

DESMOND

C harlotte shuddered out a breath and slumped forward, her chest resting against mine. We stayed like that for the better part of a minute. Then she drew back and opened her eyes, her dark blue gaze blazing just as brightly as her aura, which glowed like a sapphire sun.

It was— she was—the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I gently kissed her, then slowly withdrew.

Charlotte slid over onto her side. She nuzzled my neck, then sat up, got to her feet, and held out her hand.

I took it, and she drew me up off the bed and into the bathroom.

I got rid of the condom, and Charlotte tilted her head toward the shower, a wicked grin on her face.

“Want to get cleaned up, Dundee?”

“With you, Numbers?” I grinned. “Always.”

We both shed the rest of our clothes. I grabbed another condom and laid it on a shelf in the shower.

Charlotte turned on the faucet, and we stepped under the spray.

The warm water beat down on my body, but it was nothing compared to the fire still raging through my veins.

I’d just been as close to Charlotte as I could be to another person, and I still wanted more .

My heart squeezed. Somehow I knew I would always want more of her.

Charlotte stepped forward and dug her hands into my hair. She massaged my scalp with her fingertips, then dragged her nails across it for good measure. My dick sprang to life again, and I was hard within seconds.

I groaned. “You have no idea how good that feels.”

“Oh, I think I have some idea,” Charlotte teased.

She kept massaging my scalp, and I gave myself over to the simple, sensual sensation.

The water continued to beat down on my back, but all I was aware of was Charlotte’s magic touch.

Not just on my body but on my soul too. Things had been so ugly with my father earlier that I thought I would never be clean again.

But being here with her, I felt more like myself than I had in the whole time we’d been at headquarters today.

I dipped my head and nuzzled Charlotte’s neck.

I nipped at the pulse in the hollow of her throat, even as my hands snaked up between us.

I cupped her breasts, and she sighed with pleasure.

I nipped at her neck again, then kissed my way down her chest. I licked her right nipple, then her left one, then massaged both her breasts.

Charlotte’s hands slid out of my hair and curled around my shoulders. Every one of her sighs, gasps, and moans heightened my own pleasure. Every part of me stiffened, throbbed, and burned with the need to plunge inside her, but I took my time and adjusted my touch to what she liked the best.

All I could see, feel, and taste was her silky skin, and her sugar-lime scent flooded my nose, making me hungry for even more. I never wanted to stop touching her and bringing her pleasure.

“Desmond . . .” Charlotte rasped.

I grabbed the condom from the shelf, tore the packet open, and covered myself with it. Then I gave her a wicked grin, went down on my knees, and put my mouth on her, licking and sucking her as the hot water beat down on us both.

Charlotte moaned and squirmed against my tongue, and her aura crackled with her rapidly building pleasure. I kept going until she exploded, and her thighs clamped around my head.

Then, when she had started to come down, I stood up and positioned myself between her thighs again.

Charlotte tangled her hands in my hair and hooked one of her legs around my hip.

I eased closer, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

I eased closer still, my dick poised at her entrance.

Charlotte shifted toward me, and I slid into her.

People often say they see stars during sex. Well, with Charlotte, I saw a whole bloody galaxy.

I hoisted Charlotte’s leg a little higher and slid even deeper into her warm, wet folds. More stars, more sensation, more pleasure . . .

She cupped my face in her hands, her lips crashing into mine. I kissed her back and pumped my hips hard and fast, until we were both moaning, squirming, and aching for more.

And then we found that more—together.

A fter it was over, I drew back and got rid of the condom. The water was still running, although it was lukewarm now, and we both cleaned up for real this time. Then I scooped up Charlotte, carried her back into the bedroom, laid her down, and stretched out beside her on the mattress.

Charlotte drew a blanket up over us and put her head on my chest. We didn’t speak for a long time, both of us enjoying the afterglow.

“So where do we go from here?” she finally said, repeating my earlier question, then raised her head to look at me. “Do you want to stay at Section? Go somewhere else? Forget all about being a spy? I’ll support you no matter what, Desmond.”

I knew she would, and it was one of the many things I adored about her. “Being part of a we with you is all I need, regardless of Section 47 or being a spy or anything else.”

Charlotte’s sapphire-blue aura pulsed with happiness. A wide smile split her face, although it quickly turned into a thoughtful look. “But?”

“But we still have an enemy to deal with.”

“Henrika.” Charlotte spat out the other woman’s name. “She set us both up to get exactly what she wanted, and then she slipped away from us— again . I’m tired of her always being one step ahead.”

“Me too. Which is why we’re going to take her down.” I hesitated. “If that’s what you want?”

Charlotte nodded. “That’s exactly what I want. And I have some ideas on how we can do that—together.”

I nodded back, then rolled over so that she was beneath me. “We can talk all about your wonderful ideas, Numbers. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, eh?” Her hands started roaming over my body. “What did you have in mind for the rest of tonight, Dundee?”

A grin spread across my lips. “Let me show you.”

And that’s exactly what I did.