Page 60 of Infatuation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #1)

“Okay, Kitty Kat,” Henn says, his eyes bugging out.

“There’s nothing to stress about. I’ve already shaved years off Oksana’s age on all the banks’ systems and I’m gonna swap your photo for Oksana’s on the accounts using photo identification.

Tonight, I’m gonna check and recheck all the passwords and codes on every account, too, just to make sure everything goes off without a hitch tomorrow.

Oh, and I’m gonna infect the bad guys’ devices with malware to block their wifi at the flip of a switch too—just on the off chance they try to log into their accounts while we’re in the middle of making the transfers. ”

“How many Americanos have you had today, Henny?” Kat asks.

“Why does everyone always ask me that?” He chuckles. “So are you ready to get your photo taken, Oksana?” He motions to the door of Jonas and Sarah’s suite. “I think we should head down to the casino and look for a white wall as a background.”

Kat steals a glance at me, and there’s no mistaking what she’s thinking about.“Sure thing,” she says tentatively, still looking at me. “How long do you need me?”

“Just a few minutes. Shouldn’t take long once we find a good backdrop.”

“Is there any hacker-stuff you could do first, before taking my photo? Maybe for about an hour?”

“Um. Sure. I can certainly work on my malware for a while. And I’ve got a little research on the Secretary of Defense to do for Jonas.”

“In that case, how about we split up for a bit? You guys do whatever while I stay here in the suite and do a little personal reading? It won’t take too long. ”

“Cool,” Henn says. “Actually, I could use to blow off a little steam for a bit before I get to work, if you guys don’t mind. You wanna roll the dice with me, boss?”

“Yeah,” I say slowly, my stomach clenching. “I gotta talk to Kat first, though. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”

“Cool. See you soon. Just text me when you’re ready to meet up.”

The minute Henn leaves, I take Kat’s face in my hands and kiss her.

And then I kiss her again. And again. And again.

All I wanna do is kiss her one last time before my application potentially fucks everything up—but before I know it, my clothes are off and so are hers and she’s on top of me on the bed, riding me, screaming my name, humping me exactly the way she rode that Sybian—and I’m underneath her, guiding her smooth hips, groping her hot little ass, mesmerized by the way her tits are bouncing, by the little cleft in her chin, the way her blonde hair falls around her shoulders, and wondering how the fuck I’m letting myself have sex without a condom again (even though it feels so, so fucking good).

When we’re done, we hop in the shower, neither of us speaking.

Clearly, that was a detour neither of us expected or planned. We’re like fucking dynamite, the two of us. A nuclear reaction.

“You’re on the pill, right?” I ask.

“Yep. Still on the pill since the last time I told you.”

“Sorry. Just double-checking.”

She smiles. “Sorry. Ask me as many times as you need. Yes, I’m on the pill.”

“I’m sorry. My dad used to put the fear of God into me about having sex without a condom. I’ve never done it before. I’m just paranoid.”

“You’ve never had sex without a condom before?”

I shake my head.

“Not even with girlfriends?”

“Never. You’re my first.”

I lather her up under the hot water for a moment.

“So you’ve literally never felt sex without a rubber before me? Not once?”

I shake my head again—and then I grin broadly. “It feels fucking amazing. ”

She grins broadly. “Yeah, I bet it does. Jeez, Josh. No wonder you think I’m amazing. Ha! ”

I kiss her. “You are,” I say. “It’s not just that.”

She throws her arms around me and kisses me. “God, I’m addicted to you.”

“Me, too. You’re a drug.”

I take my sweet time in the shower with her, washing her, touching her. And then, what the fuck, why not? I get down on my knees and eat her out, too, bringing her to a climax that has her pulling on my hair like it’s on fucking fire.

When we’re done, we dry ourselves off with the fluffy white towels and get dressed quietly, a sense of doom descending upon me. The jig is up. There’s nowhere else to run. I’ve got to give it to her now.

“Can I make you a drink, PG?”

“Sure. Surprise me,” she says.

“My kind of girl,” I reply. My voice is casual, relaxed. But it’s an act. My stomach is tight. My pulse is pounding in my ears.

I bring her the drink. “An old fashioned,” I say.

“Oh, you hipster.” She notices my empty hands. “You didn’t make one for yourself?”

“I don’t wanna be here when you read my application,” I say. “I’m gonna go down to the casino and meet Henn.”

“Oh. Okay. Suit yourself.”

There’s a long pause. I stand, rooted to my spot, my hand in my pocket.

“Now would be when you finally give me your application, Josh,” she says.

I exhale. “I know.”

There’s another long pause. I’m waiting for her to say, “Don’t worry about it. I don’t care what it says.” But she doesn’t. She just stares at me, smiling like a wolf.

“Okay,” I finally say. I grab my laptop from the table, click into my PDF-formatted application, and lay the laptop on her lap. “Here you go, Madame Terrorist,” I say. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you kindly,” she says.

“Text me when you’re done so I can come get you. I don’t want you to be alone out there—now more than ever. I didn’t like the looks of that Max guy.”

She nods. “I promise. ”

I take a deep breath. “Okay. Well. Happy reading.”

“Thank you.”

I linger briefly, hoping she’ll say never mind. But she doesn’t.

I bite the inside of my cheek for minute. “Okay, well, bye.”

“Bye.” She shoots me a clipped wave.

I return her wave and stride to the front door of the suite, my heart pulsing in my ears. Just before I leave, I turn back around. Kat’s settling herself into her chair. She takes a swig of her old fashioned and leans into the screen, biting her lip.

The hair on the back of my neck stands up. This is it—the brick wall I’ve been hurtling toward without brakes since I first laid eyes on that beautiful terrorist. And now the damned wall is finally here, an inch from my fucking nose, and there’s nowhere to turn.

I take a deep breath, open the door, and quietly slip into the hallway.

The door closes behind me.

I close my eyes.

Crash.

TO BE CONTINUED…