Page 60 of Legacy Of Ashes

"Shit," I breathe, checking the message. "Twenty minutes."

"Then we better make them count." His hand slides under my skirt, fingers finding my soaked underwear. "Christ, you're dripping wet."

"For you." I rock against his hand. "Always for you."

He pushes my panties aside, sliding two fingers deep inside my pussy. I bite his shoulder to muffle my moan.

"So tight," he mutters. "So fucking perfect."

"More," I beg, grinding against his hand.

He adds another finger, his thumb circling my clit. "Like this?"

"Yes, oh God, yes."

My phone rings. I answer while he finger-fucks me against the wall.

"Saoirse Kavanagh."

"Agent Morrison, FBI. We'll be there within the hour."

Conall's fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot. My knees buckle.

"Which—" I gasp as he increases pressure on my clit. "Which locations?"

"Main facilities. Your cooperation is appreciated."

"Of course." I'm close, so fucking close. Conall can tell because he smirks and slows his rhythm. The bastard.

The call ends. I drop the phone, grabbing his wrist.

"Don't you dare stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it." He increases his pace, fingers pumping in and out of my soaked pussy. "Come for me, love. Let me feel you fall apart."

The endearment pushes me over. I come hard on his fingers, my pussy clenching around them as pleasure crashes through me.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, working me through it. "I want to taste you next time."

"Next time?" I'm still breathing hard.

"After we survive this." He pulls his fingers free, bringing them to his mouth. "Fuck, you taste incredible."

Watching him suck my arousal off his fingers makes me wet all over again.

"We have work to do," I remind him.

"I know." But he doesn't move away. "This isn't over."

"I hope not."

The next hour passes in a blur. We redirect everything while the attraction between us burns hotter. Every brush of hands, every shared look, builds the need higher.

"Northwest routes clear," he reports.

"Backup sites secured," I respond.

Father's voice crackles through the speaker. "Retire to the private office for debriefing."