Page 2 of The Most Wanted (The Kinky Bank Robbers #4)

Zeus growled again, sensing the pleasure his words were giving me. He lowered his voice to a hoarse whisper. “I’ll fuck them up.”

My pulse raced. Yeah, it was probably wrong that it turned me on.

Let’s just say that at this point, my responsible self was orbiting the moon. Possibly Uranus.

Odin pulled me close, flush with his body. The feel of his log of a cock against my belly sent a bolt of arousal through my core. He grazed my lips and cheeks with cinnamon-flavored kisses, just holding me there for a long time, forcing me to relax against him, to feel him.

Odin loved letting me feel his power and control. He was psychological ops back when the guys were badass covert agents. Back when they weren’t being hunted by the agency they’d once worked for.

I was starting to forget about Hamilton.

Slowly, Odin slid his hands up the backs of my thighs.

“We’ll make it so good, baby.” His hands continued up, rough and warm on my ass now.

“Bend over the desk, face down. I suggest you perform your secretarial duties before the client arrives. You’ve earned five strikes for five objections. Are you going for a sixth?”

Strikes . A shiver sailed through me. “I didn’t object five times.”

“Now you get six,” Odin said.

Odin pulled apart the lapels of my fire-engine-red jacket and located my nipples, rock-hard through my silk shirt. Lightly he began to twirl them.

I melted under his touch.

“Seven. Will you go for eight, goddess?” He rubbed bristly whiskers against my cheek as he rolled my nipple between his clever fingers. “Because I could really go for eight. I will make it fucking-g sing for you, baby.”

Sensation spiked through my belly. I glanced at the clock. Maybe professionalism was overrated.

Odin smirked. “You like to be watched anyway. Maybe we’ll make our new client watch.”

“That would be a new twist on the concept of full service,” I joked.

Zeus stroked his cock. “She only likes us to watch. She would never want a random stranger to watch.”

“Never is a strong word,” Odin said.

“But the right word,” Zeus growled.

“Says who?” Odin asked.

“Me.” Zeus said. “It’s a no-go.”

Odin frowned. He wasn’t feeling Zeus’s new no-go.

I was thinking about it. I definitely liked it when one of my guys watched the other two take me.

A lot of times Thor was the watcher. Would it add to things to have a stranger watch?

I imagined an edgy, unknown presence in the room, eyes invading me as Zeus and Odin ravished me.

A dangerous stranger, silent in the corner, cold eyes on my vulnerable body as I got utterly dominated.

I was starting to like the idea.

I looked over to see Odin regarding me carefully. He smiled, like he was reading my mind.

Zeus came over to us, and I kissed him, but I couldn’t get the stranger thing out of my mind—that was the evil of Odin and his psychological insight.

I wouldn’t know what the stranger was thinking and that would give everything a sexy edge.

I’d like it best if the watching stranger was a stern, clean-cut, really authoritarian person.

And gravely disapproving. He would have to highly disapprove of us.

The stranger would need to be tied up, too—I wouldn’t want the stranger to be able to jerk off, because that was too much like a new person having sex with us, and hey, I’m a three man gal!

The tied-up, stern, authoritarian stranger would be allowed to watch us fuck and nothing more.

Odin started back up with his mind-melting nipple twisting. “You would like that, goddess, wouldn’t you? Are you thinking about it?”

Zeus stopped kissing me. “She wouldn’t like it.”

Where did this tension between them come from? “A thing is only fun if we’re all into it,” I said.

“So you’d like it?” Zeus asked. “You were thinking about it, weren’t you?”

“What are you, the thought police? I think a lot of things.” I considered giving the Alexander-Hamilton-looking-sexy-on-the-ten-spot example, but I decided that would only hurt my case. “I was testing it in my mind, that’s all.”

Odin smiled. “And enjoying it.”

Zeus frowned. “Isis, isn’t what we have between us enough?”

“Of course it is!” I said.

Odin’s gaze glittered. “But a watcher is different, isn’t it, Ice? You’d like a stranger to watch. A menacing, silent stranger to add a little danger. You love danger, you love an edge.”

Zeus frowned some more.

“It’s not like that…”

Odin grabbed my hair and made me look into his amber eyes. “Do not lie.”

My pulse skittered. I so wanted to fuck now.

“I’m not lying,” I gasped. “I would never want to fuck anybody else except you guys—not ever!”

“But,” he said.

I shrugged. “Watching is different.”

Odin twisted my hair. His rough treatment of me made my sex feel electric. “How, goddess?”

My heart pounded. “Just never you mind.”

“Stop stalling. How is it different? Describe it all.” He twisted harder.

This mean-bosses game was starting to melt my mind—in a good way!

“Sort of…knowing somebody else’s eyes are on us, like a stranger…” I trailed off.

“Ten spanks if you don’t complete that sentence now,” Odin said.

“I guess…it would increase the awesomeness of being with you guys. Just… yum !”

Zeus frowned. “There will be no watching.”

Odin stiffened, and not in the sexy way. “That’s not a rule you can make, Zeus.”

“I’m making it now, Odin.”

I looked back and forth between them. What was up with Zeus?

Odin was right. It wasn’t the kind of rule Zeus could make. Zeus got to command things in any kind of military situation just because you needed a commander, but he didn’t get to make everyday rules for the group. Thinking of new dirty things to do was one of our favorite activities.

Odin frowned and let go of my hair. “You can say you are making a rule, Zeus , but that doesn’t mean?—”

“Zeus isn’t into it, so let’s drop it,” I said.

Odin turned to me. “But you would like our new client to watch.”

“No!”

“Why not? Do you have to meet him first?” It was weird that Odin was ignoring Zeus’s desires.

“I don’t like this,” Zeus said.

“I like it,” Odin said. “You have a type for watching, Isis? ”

“It’s off the table,” I said.

“What is your type for watching, goddess?”

I pushed him away. “This is ridic.”

“A watcher is not happening.” Zeus’s tone was grave. Serious in a new way. This was big for him.

It was weird, because having a watcher was just a drop in our dirty activity bucket. Or more like, our dirty activity universe.

Was this the equivalent of a couple fighting about the cap getting left off the toothpaste because nobody wants to talk about the deeper issues?

“I know you have a type in mind,” Odin said. “You are always very specific in your fantasies. You have an image—a full profile, perhaps. And I will get it from you.” As government agents-turned-bank robbers, they got heavy into things like profiles.

I prayed Hamilton would hurry. “A kink is only fun if we’re all into it.”

“I want the profile.”

Zeus said, “It doesn’t matter because we’re not doing it.”

“And I don’t know anyway,” I lied.

Odin had my hair again. “Oh, goddess, you do know.” He pulled me near, lips softly grazing the most sensitive spot on my neck.

He snaked a hand around my belly and kissed my neck, and then he kissed my ear—an unfair place to kiss me, and he knew it.

My knees began to shake, and still he kissed my ear, wet and warm, sending my responsible self clear into a different universe.

Then, slowly, he pushed me down over the desk and held me there with my cheek squished against the smooth wood.

I heard Zeus stroll around to the other side of the desk. He came into view in front of me and started fingering the top button of his pants.

My senses began to tingle as Odin shoved up my skirt up roughly over my ass. “Help Zeus. Get his cock out.”