His cock brushed her backside as he moved closer to her and she trembled from his touch, from need.
“Let’s rinse you off.” Water beat down on her as he moved her beneath the spray. He combed his fingers through her hair, rinsing out the strands, the shampoo running down her body in streams.
When her hair was clean and free of soap, he reached for the bottle of body soap and a bath sponge. He brought her around to face him and she watched as he poured the gel onto the sponge. After he set the bottle aside, he started lathering her body.
He started from her neck to her shoulders, slowly running the sponge over her skin. He moved the sponge over her arms and then she looked up at him as he began soaping her breasts.
Her nipples were hard nubs and she caught her breath as he ran the sponge over first one and then the other. He got to his knees and lathered her belly and her legs. Her legs trembled as he ran the sponge over her mound.
She wanted him to touch her between her thighs so badly, but he faced her away from him and soaped her ass and then rose to wash her back. The entire experience was so incredibly sensual, like she’d never experienced before.
When he turned her around to face him again, he set the sponge on the shelf next to the shampoo and moved her directly under the spray again, rinsing all of the soap from her body.
He touched her face with his fingers, brushing wet hair away from her cheeks. Then he cupped the back of her head and brought her to him for a kiss.
A thrill ran through her as he gently kissed her. Water pounded down on them as she slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him in return, letting her need for him show.
Their kisses became more urgent and he pinched her nipples as he moved his mouth over hers.
“Tori, I need you.” He nearly growled the words when he tore his mouth from hers.
“I need you, too,” she whispered.
He grasped her waist and she hooked her legs around his hips. He pressed her up against the rough shower wall. She held her breath as his eyes held hers and he thrust his cock inside of her.
She cried out at the feel of him, his thickness stretching her, his length reaching places only he could touch. He took her hard, driving in and out and grasping her close as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She gripped his shoulders, clenching her nails into his slick, wet skin, never wanting to let go.
For a moment it was as if his body was flickering again, just like it had the other times they’d had sex. What did that mean?
The water pounding down on them added to the sensations as he took her and she fell more deeply into them. She felt an orgasm building inside of her. Heat built inside of her, coiling low and tight in her belly.
The climax exploded within her, sending sensation and heat and fire throughout her body. She cried out and gripped him tighter, feeling like she might dissolve with the spray to be washed away and down the drain.
His thrusts came more and more urgent, drawing out her orgasm, her core clenching around his cock.
“Tori,” he said in a low, harsh growl. Then he shouted and she felt his cock pulsing inside of her as he climaxed. It throbbed and she felt as if her whole body was throbbing with him and that the sensations would never stop..
He came to a stop, his chest moving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. He buried his face against her neck then moved his mouth to hers, kissing her hard.
With a groan he pulled away and looked into her eyes as if searching, searching for something. His voice was hoarse when he said, “I love you, Tori.”
She rested her cheek against his hard, wet body. “I love you, too.”
Chapter 16
Tori’s belly flip-flopped as she waited beside the minivan outside the ice cream shop, anticipation thrumming through her veins. She’d taken the form of an all-American soccer mom who might live next door to anyone. Pretty, average height, a few extra pounds, someone who wasn’t likely to attract a lot of attention.
The day was cool and blustery, tossing her medium-length hair in the wind. She looked up at the sky. It was bound to rain soon.
She blew strands of dark blonde hair out of her eyes as she watched Brian inside the shop, through the big plate glass windows. The fact that he liked ice cream was the only thing he was predictable about that she had ever noticed. Even his choice of ice cream was unpredictable.
The minivan was parked between two large vehicles, on the passenger side of Brian’s Porsche. She crossed her arms and tapped her fingers on her biceps as she waited for him to come out. Earlier McKnight had injected the tracking chip beneath her skin. It had stung at the time, but now she couldn’t feel it.
As soon as Brian went to the register, she turned to the vehicle. It was a typical minivan that a mom with kids might drive, but with windows tinted darker than normal and no rear seats to make room for unusual cargo. One of the things that she liked about the minivan was that it had a driver’s side sliding door, which would make it convenient for this op. A regular van parked near his Porsche might have made him wary, but not a minivan with a soccer mom who had locked her keys inside.
From the corner of her eye she saw Brian walking in her direction with his cup of ice cream. He was wearing cowboy boots, boot cut jeans that went over the tops of his boots, a forest green T-shirt and a flannel over shirt that hid the weapon he was no doubt carrying. Whatever ice cream he’d chosen was covered in whipped cream, brownies, and the colored sprinkles that kids loved.
“Darn it,” she said out loud and put her hands on her ample hips when he was in front of the minivan.
Brian glanced in her direction. She pushed her hand through her hair as she looked at him. “I locked my keys in my van and my cell phone is in there so I can’t call anyone. I have to pick up my kids in ten minutes.” She used a sweet voice and did a credible job of making it look like she was about to burst into tears. “By any chance can I borrow your phone?”
“Don’t have mine on me.” He paused beside the minivan. Of course it was a lie—no doubt at all that he had a phone with him.
“Do you know how to get into a locked vehicle?” she asked, willing him to come closer.
All in all, Brian had always been nice enough to Tori. He might assassinate people for a living, but when he wasn’t on assignment, he seemed normal. As normal as a hired killer could be, she supposed.
He shrugged and took a bite of his ice cream, which was starting to melt. “I can give it a shot.”
She wanted to roll her eyes. Brian could break into anything and was proud of his skill, which was one of the reasons why she’d chosen this ruse.
“Thank you.” She made a sound of relief and stepped away from the driver’s side door.
She eased a Taser out of her pocket. The moment he reached for the door handle, she raised it.
Brian whirled, his hand raised, and knocked the device from her grasp before she could use it. The Taser landed hard and clattered across the asphalt. His ice cream plopped beside his shoe.
Damn. She dropped to the ground to avoid being punched, giving her a chance to do what she needed to.
She grabbed his ankle at the same time she began shifting into his double. Because she’d touched him, in that instant she took on some of his attributes and his most recent memories.
But it didn’t come without a price. For a moment she was frozen, her body screaming with pain as she shifted, making her defenseless.
“What the fuck?” He swung his leg to kick her, his movement quick and smooth. “Tori?” he said even as his boot rammed into her belly.
Pain tore through her, stars sparking behind her eyelids, as air whooshed from her lungs. Even through his surprise, he didn’t slow and went after her again.
She rolled out of the way. As herself, as Tori, she could have given him one hell of a fight, won even. Caught in a transition, going from the soccer mom to Brian’s form, made her vulnerable.
But she didn’t have to worry about it. Logan appeared out of nowhere—
literally—and Tasered Brian before he even knew what was happening. His muscles froze and he toppled like a telephone pole into the now open minivan door.
James McKnight was in the van and the three of them hurried to hoist the big man’s dead weight in. McKnight tied a sack around Brian’s head and cuffed his ankles to a hook inside the mini van.
Logan tossed a syringe to Tori and then he cuffed Brian. She injected the tranquilizer in his neck that was strong enough to send a polar bear to LaLa Land, but wouldn’t kill him. That would keep Brian down and out when his body wasn’t frozen any longer from the Taser.
After securing Brian, Logan fished out the wallet, keys, and keycard from the man’s pockets, and a Glock from a shoulder holster from beneath his over shirt. He handed everything to Tori who stuffed it all into her pockets with the exception of the gun that she holstered into the shoulder holster that she was now wearing.
“When he comes to he won’t know where the hell he is and what’s happening to him, and he’ll likely have a hard time remembering what happened for a while,” Logan said. “That tranquilizer is some good stuff.”
Tori frowned at him.
He raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“You literally appeared out of nowhere.” She narrowed her gaze at Logan, able to look eye-to-eye with him now that she was in Brian’s form. “I did not imagine that.”
“I guess we all have our secrets.” He took a set of keys out of his pocket and climbed into the driver’s seat of the minivan and looked her up and down. “I’m not kissing you goodbye, by the way.”
She propped her hands on her hips even though that was not something a man was likely to do. “You can turn invisible. You’re just as much a paranorm as I am.”
Logan shrugged. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“You bet we will,” she muttered.
“What have you learned from Brian’s thoughts and memories about the location of the CVP?” Logan asked as he slipped the key into the ignition.
Tori frowned. “He doesn’t know.
Logan put his hand on the steering wheel as he looked at her and narrowed his gaze. “What does he know?”
“A lot,” she said. “Too much for me to sift through right now, but enough to tell me that you were right. The PIA is dirty.”
“How are you going to find out about the location of the device?” Logan asked.
“My boss—former boss—Janice, called a mandatory meeting,” Tori said. “He was on his way there after stopping at the ice cream shop. I think I’ll learn a few things at that meeting.”
“Including the fact that Tori Adams is no longer an agent,” Logan said. “She’s flipped.”
“Most definitely.” She headed to the Porsche’s driver’s side and climbed in and looked over the top of the top of the car. “Remember, we’re going to talk,”
“You just concentrate on your job.” He closed his door and rolled down the window. “And I’ll see you later.”
She climbed into the car and waited until the minivan had backed up and left before she maneuvered the car out of the parking lot. Gravel spun beneath the tires of the powerful engine as she drove out into traffic.
Her heart beat faster as she thought about what she was going to do. She was about to infiltrate the agency that she’d freelanced for over the past four years. And if Logan and at least Agent Taylor had been telling the truth, she was about to go into a den of wolves that would tear her apart if they guessed who she really was. She’d be dead before she hit the ground.
The drive wasn’t far and she parked Brian’s car in the area where he usually kept it. She climbed out and blood seemed to thrum in her veins. She breathed deep and slow several times while standing beside the car before she headed to the stairs that led up to the first level.
She ignored the receptionist once she entered Psion’s HQ building and headed for the elevator. Brian wasn’t exactly the sociable type when it came to people that he considered beneath him.
With his keycard in her hand, she went into the elevator then inserted the card that would instruct it to go down.
As always when she was in a man’s body, she was acutely aware of the differences between female and male anatomy. When she was in a man’s form, physically everything about her was completely male. Having a cock and balls was strange, and a cock truly did have a little mind of its own. She just had to make sure she didn’t go hard around some guy that the woman inside of her found hot.
She was one of the few who actually got to experience both sexes and nope, she didn’t wish she were a man. To be led around by your cock half the time…
But sometimes it was almost erotic being in a man’s body. Sometimes she imagined herself with a beautiful woman and what it would be like to take her as a man.
Tori rolled her eyes. What was she thinking? She wasn’t a lesbian—she wasn’t even bi. It was something about being in a male body that gave her those thoughts.
When the elevator reached the bottom level, she used the keycard and retinal scan again and the elevator doors opened. Next was the bleak-looking security corridor where she needed to wait until the computers verified that it was she, or rather, Brian. For one moment she worried that somehow the computers would know that she wasn’t really Brian, that she was a Changeling.
It seemed to take so long, but maybe it was her imagination, because the door on the far end of the corridor opened and she walked through it and into the room buzzing with activity.
Ellis Martin approached her and she felt a sense of déjà vu and that somehow he knew that it was she. “Brian,” Ellis said and slapped her on the shoulder.
An inward sigh of relief went through her.
“Did you hear about Tori Adams?” Ellis fell into step beside Brian as they walked toward Janice’s office.
A wash of cold went through Tori as she accessed the information she had gathered from Brian. “What about her?” Her voice sounded unfamiliar coming from her, deep and throaty.
“She defected.” Ellis shook his head. “She was caught and the CIA convinced her to work as a double agent. Can you fucking believe it?”
“Shit.” Tori/Brian shook her head, wondering how they’d found out so fast.
Then she remembered that Demitri had been in the room with her, Logan, and Agent Taylor when the CVP was used on Tori. Demitri had taken Agent Mallory’s form and had been there the entire time. But Brian didn’t know that, so she had to play the part. “Are we talking about the same Tori Adams I know?” Tori/Brian asked.
“Sure as hell.” Ellis opened the door to Janice’s large office.
Tori caught her breath. Inside the office was PIA Director Felipe Valdez, along with Assistant Director, Helen Nowak, and three other agents Tori knew, in addition to Michael Demitri, who’d been their inside man at Savage Industries.
Janice focused her gaze on Tori/Brian. “You’re late, Brian. We were just about to start the meeting.”
In that moment, memories of Janice naked, Brian sliding between her thighs, flashed through Tori’s mind. Janice and Brian were having an affair that no one knew about.
Tori sincerely hoped she was not going to have to fight Janice off sexually to do the job she was here to do. She’d managed it in the past when she’d had to take on a male form, but from Brian’s thoughts and memories, Janice was a horny bitch—as he considered her. Janice was used to getting her way and nothing stopped her when she wanted something.
Tori/Brian gave a nod to Janice then went to stand behind the director and assistant director who were seated in front of Janice’s desk.
Janice had a triumphant gleam in her eyes. “We have procured Savage Industries’ Cerebral Voices project, along with all of the specs and necessary software.”
A murmur of approval went through the room and excitement sizzled like electricity. Tori’s stomach pitched, dread a lead weight in her belly.
“We will prepare the CVP, as it is referred to, and sell to the highest bidder,” Janic
e continued. “China and a faction from the Middle East are top contenders for this device.”
If there had been a shred of doubt left in Tori’s mind that the PIA was dirty, that doubt was wiped out with those words. The PIA was the organization that was going to sell such dangerous technology to another country.
“Before the auction,” Janice said with a pleased note to her voice, “we will administer it to every PIA employee to make sure there are no traitors among us.”
Tori’s skin grew cold. Not again. Being threatened with that once while undercover was enough.
“Excellent,” the director said. “You will begin immediately?”
Janice gave a nod. “We currently have the device locked up and under heavy guard. We will begin using it as soon as we have safeguards in place that will ensure there will be no successful attempts at anyone trying to steal the CVP from us.”
The director said, “Who knows that we have stolen it?”
A dark expression came over Janice’s beautiful features. “One of our own agents was captured and defected to the CIA.”
Another murmur went through the room and this time the feeling was one of tension.
“Agent Tori Adams was captured and the device was used on her.” Janice wore a look of disgust. “Adams was unable to fight the effects of the CVP and the CIA was able to turn her.” She shook her head. “We do not know the full extent of the information she has given the CIA. However, as a freelance agent, she was not privy to the more important aspects of our agency.”
“How do you know this?” the assistant director asked.
“We have had another agent working undercover in Savage Industries.” She gestured toward Michael Demitri. “Edward Saul. He stole the CVP last night.”
“Excellent.” The director gave a nod to Michael Demitri/Edward Saul. “You are to be commended.”
“As indeed he will be.” Janice rested her gaze on Brian. “However, Tori Adams must be executed.”
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