Three

Three

Jaime slipped her favorite tool into the keyhole. Her hands were shaking and her head was definitely not on the job. It was centered squarely on the man standing behind her.

"What's taking so long?" he asked.

His voice was just a breath of a whisper against her ear. He was so close he could nibble on her earlobe.

"Jaime?"

His lips brushed against her flesh.

She almost dropped her tools. Dammit . The man was doing it on purpose. He'd been bad all night and now that they were actually at the meat of their job, he was making it very difficult to concentrate. The rational part of her brain was telling her that it was her fault. He was just another sexy man. She'd dealt with enough of them in her lifetime. Her dealings with them had taught her to be wary. And that led her to the other thought—he was doing this on purpose.

She turned her head slightly so that their mouths were only centimeters apart. All she had to do was lean forward and their lips would be touching. Need soared. This close and she caught that exotic scent of him. Jaime knew Sean did not wear any cologne, so the intoxicating whiff she'd caught was all from the man. Her fingers itched to skim over that perfect skin.

But, she could not do it. And it showed her she needed to find a man and soon. Shagging someone like Sean was not a good idea. She used her best defense, her nasty personality.

"If you would kindly bugger off and take a step back, I can get it done."

Instead of doing as she ordered—as most men would when they heard the tone in her voice—his full, sensuous lips curved. "Can't handle a little pressure, Alexander?"

Dammit , she didn't want to be turned on by the question, and she definitely didn't want to be so attracted to the man. She wanted to be taken seriously in the business. Sleeping with any of her partners wasn't going to get her any respect, especially one like Sean. He had a reputation for being the best man to have your back, but he also had a reputation for being a bit of a slut—both ways. And dammit , his bisexuality made him even more exciting.

"I can handle it. I just don't like you breathing down my neck."

The knowing look in his eyes was enough to make her want to punch him. She would. Later. Now, she had to get them into the room. After a count back from ten, she slipped the tool in the slot again and got them in the room. Sean closed the door quietly behind them.

"Let's get these planted and get out of here."

She glanced at him. Even in the shadows, she saw that his teasing smile had dissolved into a determined scowl. She'd heard that he might like to play on the job, but when it came to work, he was all business.

"Are these even going to work in here?" she asked mostly to herself.

"First, Lassiter is a bastard, but he would not threaten our lives over something he thought we might be able to do. Secondly, yes." He glanced at the door. "Keep your ear to the door so I can get this one connected."

She nodded and did as he ordered. In less than five minutes, he had the bugs planted and they were ready to leave. It almost seemed too easy. She listened at the door, and heard footsteps. Holding up her hand, she stopped him and waited. Thank goodness the office was carpeted and the hallway was tiled. It was easy to hear the person walk away.

"Let's get the fuck out of here."

She nodded in agreement. She opened the door and peeked first left, then right. Once she was sure they were clear, Jamie stepped out into the hallway. It did not take that long to make it down the corridor. The elevator was in sight when they heard the voices. Russian.

Her heart hammered in her throat as she nodded, but he was already moving away from her.

"Fuck," Sean whispered. "This way."

Instead of turning in the opposite direction, he found a darkened corner and backed her into it. The voices drew closer and closer as he stepped in to her.

"Just follow my lead."

Before she could even think, Sean bent down in front of her and pushed up the skirt of her dress. Then, his large hands were on her thighs, pushing them apart. She didn't respond at first. She couldn't. Her brain shut down for a split second. The sick fear that had filled her moments ago changed into excitement. His breath feathered against her bare flesh and she shivered. Sean's hands were urging her legs apart, and she did as he silently ordered. Suddenly, his mouth was on her. His tongue slipped between her folds. She was already wet, dripping with arousal. The threat of danger always was a turn on for her and now, with this man's hands and tongue all over her, she couldn't stop from indulging.

She leaned her head back against the wall and moaned. Over and over, he licked her as if she were a treat. The footsteps slowed, but they no longer mattered. A deep rich chuckle reached her, but she didn't give a bloody damn. All she cared about was this man and what he was making her feel. She was almost there, her orgasm just shimmering out of reach when he pulled away.

"What?" she said, barely able to form a coherent thought.

"Come on. We need to get out of here."

She blinked and looked around and realized they were alone. Her body was still humming, aching with a need for relief. Hell, she was pretty sure her thighs were still wet from his mouth, and he stood next to her acting as if nothing had happened.

With an aggravated sigh, Sean grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the elevator. They stepped in and he punched in the number to the ballroom floor. As the doors closed, she finally gathered her senses.

"You didn't have to do that."

Jaime kept her gaze on the doors. She couldn't look at him. She had been fully engaged in the act, but he had done it strictly for work.

"I did. Not only for safety either."

"That's as far as it will go."

"No, it isn't."

She felt his gaze flicker over her and, all of a sudden, she was in the corner again. He leaned down as he pressed his body against hers. It was impossible to ignore his erection. Jaime curled her fingers into her palm to keep from reaching out and stroking it.

He tugged on her earlobe, then said in a whisper, "We are going to finish it. I said that it wasn't just for safety. And even doubting me will get your ass smacked red."

"What if I say no?"

"You won't."

"But if I do?"

He shrugged. "Then, I walk away. But I promise you, I'll do my best to convince you."

Before she could respond, he moved away and the doors opened. Bloody hell, she had to get away from the man. He was making her like the sound of being spanked. She had always been open about her sexuality, but that had never been on the agenda. With him, though, it sounded splendid.

No. She could stop it. She could walk away and keep her sanity intact. As she stepped out of the lift, she glanced at him. The same knowing smile curved his lips and he winked at her.

Bloody hell, she was truly fucked.