She took my hand as she swept past me, as if it was just the most natural thing in the world, and tugged me up the stairway, to her room. The gauzy fabric of that romper thing shimmered and lilted across her taut, fleshy ass, swaying right in my face, and I forgot about the Heart of Icarus, forgot about Cyrus de Silva. As soon as this conversation was over, I was going to put my hand over her mouth and bring her to climax until her voice gave out. We could leave the damn romper thing on.
I mentally rallied the troops to maintain their focus on the battlefield.
But before we’d even made it in the doorway, she twisted and grinned up at me, beckoning. “So,” she leered, shooting up onto the tip of her toes and lulling flirtatiously back and forth. She collapsed against the bedroom door and it swung open, dumping us inside. “Whatcha wanna do, Leo?” She wedged her tongue between her front teeth and bit it. It was obvious what she thought I was here for—and I wished she was right.
I took a breath and expelled, “We need to talk.”
I didn’t think my face revealed that it was bad news, but it must have. The flirtatious simper drained away from her face, and her feet fell flat to the floor again. Her eyebrows settled low and she stretched to close the door quietly.
“What’s going on?” she whispered.
“I don’t know if it’s the best idea to go through with this job,” I breathed.
“What? Why?”
“That’s a good question.” I raked a hand through my hair and racked my brain. Gabe would’ve been able to answer with a quick lie, but not so much with me. “Look, Sofi, I’m going to tell you the truth.” Not the full truth. Just part of it. That would be easier. “The fact is that I suspected the Castillo house had been jacking some of our campaigns for a long time. And it made me rather…angry.”
“Oh, my god.” Sofi sighed and tore her eyes from mine. Her shoulders rounded with disappointment and she crossed her arms over her breasts, hunching her body as if to hide herself from view. “Madeline was right. You were just trying to start shit with my uncle. You were just—” She dropped onto the foot of the bed. She wouldn’t even look at me. “Trying to ruin me,” she finished.
“Madeline was not right!” I insisted, going to her side and bracing her knee with my hand. I gave it a tight squeeze.
“She was right,” Sofi moaned, her eyes panned downward. “She knew you were just trying to mess with my uncle all along. She knew ever since Rainbow Disco. Your stupid brother outed you, but I still believed everything.” She raked her fingers through her long bangs. “Damn it, I’m so dumb.”
“Hey. Listen to me. Look at me,” I coaxed, gently cupping Sofi’s cheek and panning her face upward. Liquid chestnut eyes peered back, melancholy and pleading without a word. “Sofi.” I swallowed. “I’m not trying to ruin you. I’m just saying that—that the Castillo campaigns have been so inspired, and I thought that you would bring a little magic to the mission. Maybe I did want to poach you, but now, as we get closer to the day, I keep thinking that it’s not worth the risk.”
Sofi exhaled. “Not worth the risk?” she repeated breathlessly. “But I don’t understand. You work in goods relocation. All you do is risk.”
I pursed my lips and went with it. New angle. I couldn’t tell her the truth: that everything had been a ruse, that I had intended to send her to jail. I couldn’t say that with her big puppy eyes gazing up at me. I would lose her forever with the truth: that I was one vindictive son of a bitch. “I don’t want to do risk anymore,” I said instead. “Not where you’re concerned, Sofi.” I stretched out a hand and wrapped one of her soft dark curls around my fingertip. “It’s not worth the risk anymore, now that I have something to lose.”
Her eyes began to shimmer, and her pouty lips slowly turned up into a real smile. She pushed off the mattress, striding away from me. My eyes helplessly traced the silhouette of her body through the sheer negligee—the “dress romper.”
“That’s really sweet, Leo,” Sofi murmured, drawing the drapes closed. “But I’ve had my eye on the Heart of Icarus since the days before I’d ever stolen anything. Now I’m a big girl, and I need you to trust me.”
“What if we…” I stared at her and tried to draw the words out of the air. It was hard to focus. Her hips were swaying rhythmically back and forth, her back still turned from me. I could beat that thing like a drum. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled as if this was all part of some sort of plan. Her plan. And I really didn’t need alternate plans in the works right now. I needed us on the same page—without having to tell her the truth first, if at all possible. “What if we just left this whole thing behind and—”
“Got a little house in the mountains?” she asked, skimming her palms over her thighs and drawing the now rumpled romper further up her legs. It caught between her ass cheeks and I thought about ripping it in half. This wasn’t fair. I was trying to have a real talk here, and what was she doing? Sofi bent at the waist and my heart hammered against my chest; I swallowed thickly. I could see the subtle shape and color of her lower lips pressed to that thin crotch, beckoning me to come inside. “What if we just got respectable jobs?” she went on wistfully, flipping her hair and spinning toward me at the same time. Her palms crept up to her breasts and roved over them. “I could be a part-time cashier. And you could be my little janitor. Have you ever seen me dance?”
“I might positively need to see you dance,” I told her, shifting against the pants that were suddenly way too tight. “Can’t you see us doing this for the rest of our lives? What if we don’t need the—”
“Shhh.” She spun toward me, her hair fanning out around her like a halo, then placed one gentle finger over my lips. “But we do need the.”
“The what?” I whispered. I could only think of one thing I needed right now.
Sofi spread her thighs and settled powerfully over my lap.
“Everything.” She grinned and tapped my nose with her finger.
I snatched it and she yelped with surprise. “You’re not listening to me. It’s too dangerous.” I kissed the tip of her finger and gazed deep into her eyes. I didn’t want to scare her—but I needed her attention, and I needed her respect. “Would you be convinced if a federal agent had gotten involved?”
Sofi rotated her hips gently back and forth, and my breath hissed between my teeth. “I’m a Castillo,” she reminded me. “We made friends and family out of the federal government.” She slithered to face the window and that was an intriguing comment, I needed to follow up on that, but— Oh, shit. Her perfect rear, all dressed up in paper-thin pink gauze, twisted over my erection and brought a sharp sensation of near-relief. This wasn’t fair. If she was going to play dirty, she was going to end up getting the Heart of Icarus and anything else she wanted. I’d dredge up the freaking Titanic for her right about now.
“I want to do this, Leo,” Sofi purred, arching her back and grinding against me. My hands wrapped around the curves of her hips and pinned her tightly against me.
“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this,” I growled, guiding her hips in their rhythm over my throbbing cock, “and you know it.”
“I want that heart,” she cooed, and one of the straps from her romper slipped down to bare her shoulder. My palm slid roughly over her naked flesh, and I pulled her back, closer against me. My teeth scraped at the curve of her throat. “I’ve always wanted that heart.” A sigh sailed ragged from her throat and I lost it. At the beginning, maybe I had been in control, but then, that sigh, and my fingers twisted up into her mane of hair and wrenched her neck to one side, biting down with vigor. Everything got kind of blurry after that. My other hand forced away that fallen strap, forced it down her arm to bare that breast. It may have ripped. That would explain the ripping sound, but my fingers were busy rolling and pinching her nipple.
And Sofi reacted strongly, gyrating back and forth on my lap as if we were already going at it. I reached up into her little romper shorts—Jesus, soaked—and massaged her clit v
igorously. Sofi whimpered and bit her lower lip. “Give it to me, baby,” she pled, and I didn’t know if she meant the Heart of Icarus or the club in my pants.
I took the hand out of her hair and whipped off my belt, unzipping my pants. “Not baby,” I rasped. “You can call me Sir.” She was moaning about how she was going to come as I looped the belt over her mouth. “Now bite down,” I instructed.
“What—what are you doing?” she asked, muffled by the thick leather.
I pushed the belt into her mouth and pulled her back against my chest with it. “Giving it to you,” I breathed, hammering her clit with my thumb, then with my index and middle fingers, and then with all the fingers on my hand. I started playing her like a goddamn acoustic guitar, and I wasn’t playing a slow song, either. She withered in my embrace and cried out against the gag, her legs curling around mine as she shuddered and unleashed violently. My hand was drenched. I didn’t unwind the belt from her mouth. We weren’t done yet.
I shoved the crotch of her romper to the side and rubbed the head of my cock on her slit. She whimpered and I nipped at her ear. “I’ll be gentle,” I lied, ramming easily and fully into her well-oiled pussy. It gripped me like a machine and I pumped until I was dizzy, fingers digging into her hips as she bobbed up and down hard, gyrating like a cowgirl trying to ride a bucking bronco. She shrieked into the belt and her legs kicked up onto the mattress, her fingers biting into my kneecaps, heels digging into the outside of my thighs. This was her own fault. I’d wanted to talk about the campaign. She’d wanted to get fucked. I grabbed another fistful of hair and pulled her head back, hyper extending her throat. That was better. That felt right. I could go deeper now. Now I wanted her to get fucked too.
I stripped the romper completely from her torso and the hand on her hip surged up to her breast and squeezed tight.
The belt fell from her mouth and I took her down onto the floor, like a lion on top of a gazelle. My cock fell away from her pussy for one second, and it was unbearably cold and lonely. On her hands and knees now, I spread her thighs apart and entered her again. Both of us shuddered and groaned with gratitude, perfectly in unison. I bit her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her, thrusting purposefully.
God damn, I needed this in my life. I dragged my fingernails over her thigh and raised my palm, slamming a nice, tight slap onto that pert cheek. She whimpered and I went again, again, certain that I was going to come my brains out if she didn’t first.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, as if I had a choice.
“Don’t stop, what?”
“Don’t stop, Sir!”
“I didn’t hear a ‘please,’” I added, slapping her ass again.
“Please!”
“Come for me,” I commanded her, spanking firm and hard. Maybe, to her, it seemed like I was methodical and controlled. The truth of the matter was that it took every ounce of my conscious effort to keep from orgasming so hard I’d black out. I was doing long division in my head, and getting all the answers wrong. “Come on, baby,” I demanded gruffly.
“Please don’t stop, Sir,” she whispered, low and rapid, stretching her hands forward like this was doing a yoga pose. Her fingernails curled and she clutched a handful of carpet desperately. “Don’t stop…oh, please, Sir…don’t stoooop!”
I felt her come in a hot deluge on my staff, and I rammed into her like a piston, furious, mindless, forgetting the spanking, forgetting her needs, because I was too hot, too full, and on the brink. I growled and shuddered and a spasm overtook me; I felt like a werewolf under the full moon. Every muscle and vein bulged and my legs seized up and something completely animal drowned out all my adult thoughts. I lunged forward and wrapped my sweating arms around Sofi. Pleasure flooded my every nerve ending and everything went black for a second.
When I opened my eyes again, Sofi’s legs were wrapped around me, and I was on top of her. She was on her back on the carpet, blinking up at me sleepily.
She giggled. “You kind of fell over.”
I buried my face in her warm neck. I never wanted to leave this world. “You mean we fell over,” I murmured into her hair.
“Because you’re a heavy son of a bitch.” Sofi’s fingers roved my forehead, cool and affectionate, scooping sweaty errant hairs from my brow. “You were saying something about the feds being involved with Icarus before I, erm, seduced you.”
“Mm. Really? I don’t remember.” Everything was so heavy and dark. I must have come my entire skeleton out, because right now, all I wanted to do was sink into a puddle and sleep. Then my eyes bulged back open. Right! Right. Cyrus de Silva. Shit. The set-up. The whole thing. “Yes,” I said, still so drowsy. “Yes—there is a federal agent who’s been placed on…one of us. I don’t know which of us is being followed, but I’ve seen him. I know why he’s there.”
Sofi slung a dewy thigh over my midsection. God, we were wet. I sighed deeply and let my eyes close. My fingers curled softly and scraped in an affectionate rhythm on the small of her back.
“I’ve got some connections,” Sofi told me. “You don’t need to worry about it, babe. I’ll call in a favor.”
I shook my head. I had to stay awake. We only had two days left before the set-up would come crumbling down. I had to talk her out of it—without telling her the truth. Anything but that.
“Please, baby,” I murmured. “It’s just one more chunk of stone. Let’s forget about it this time. Let’s just…let’s just go on a road trip, or take a pottery class, or get married. We don’t have to steal anything right now. Icarus isn’t going anywhere.”
I ran my hand up and down her bare back, relishing the curve of her muscles. Her back rose and fell in a soft rhythm, almost like—shit—like snoring.
I closed my eyes and sighed.
I slid my arm from under her head and scooped her up gently, lulling in my arms, then spread her out on the bed and tugged a sheet over her naked body.
15
Sofi
I wasn’t supposed to go back to The Fountains, but where else can a girl get some reasonable shoes for slipping undetected past mobile lasers? I was thinking of something with a soft sole. Pointe shoes weren’t going to do it—though that would have been cool.
“And I get that,” Leo said, glaring around the shopping center in his snazzy little sunglasses. They looked like something you’d only wear to a yacht party. We were such a mismatched pair—me, in a gauzy skirt, t-shirt, and sandals, and him, in his sharp suit with its little silky black pocket square and black loafers. He rolled his tongue in his mouth, clearly disenchanted and kind of bored. “But why am I here?”
“One, to tell me how cute I look, and two, in case good old Igor lays his filthy little eyes on me and feels the urge to exercise his teeny modicum of power one more time.” I wiggled my eyebrows at the looming rock hard pecs in front of me, then poked at his iron stomach, grinning. “If he remembers me, he will sure as hell remember you.” Leo screwed his mouth into a twist like he was smelling something rancid.
And I needed those shoes, anyway. We only had one day left.
“Sofi,” Leo hissed, suddenly grabbing my arm tight and pulling me close. “Sofi. Wait. I want to show you something.”
I grinned, somehow positive that he was about to show me a set of earrings. I can’t help it. I love jewels, jewels of all sizes.
“Show me something?” I beamed. “Like what?”
Leo pivoted toward me and braced my shoulders. “Okay. There he is.” He slid the sunglasses off his nose and onto mine. “Be subtle,” he whispered, “but take a look at that guy sitting next to the fountain.”
I glanced over his shoulder and saw—no way—the creeper from both Garrison’s and Rainbow Disco? Actually—he was also from Belly of the Whale and maybe even the museum. Tubby, and scruffy, and always in his own pair of shades. He wore a cheap suit that didn’t quite fit his body right. Tragic, but not exactly newsworthy.
I glared up at Leo. “What, do you know that guy or something?” I whi
spered. “He’s everywhere.”
“That’s the fed.” He cleared his throat. “The one I told you about the other night. He’s been onto our every move for days now. That’s why I want to just forget the Heart. I don’t know what he’s got for sure—but I know he’s got something on at least one of us.” His eyes went soft as they trailed over my face. “Maybe on you,” he added.
“Forget it?” I pouted. “But I was so excited. I’ve wanted to touch that topaz since I was a little kid.”
Leo nodded and squeezed his lips. “Come on. Let’s walk. I don’t want to talk about this right in front of him.” He took my hand and tugged me in the direction of another row of fountains.
“I told you that my uncle has a guy on the inside,” I reminded him, keeping my voice low. “He’s a family friend. They go back, like, twenty years. At least, he used to. I’m pretty sure he still does. Let me ask Luna.”
“The chef?” Leo said. “The one who made me that flan?”
“Eh, she’s a part-time chef,” I answered, leaning my head from one side to the other. “She’s also an old friend of Ronaldo’s, and old friends of Ronaldo—well--you know the saying. They’re birds of a feather. Now, if his other friend, his fed friend, is still working with the bureau, and he still loves Ronaldo, then all I need to do is let him know. He’ll make sure the guy gets transferred. That’s probably how he’s made it so long without ever being caught.”
“Didn’t help out your parents too much,” Leo retorted.
I froze and stared at him in total shock. “Is that the cautionary tale you’re going with?” I had to ask him. “My parents?” I pulled off his sunglasses so I could glare at him and he could tell. “The lesson that I took from my parents was to not trust your wife. That it’s too hard to be married to a hardcore alpha male, especially one who had refused any help from his brother. Oh, and that love is bullshit half the time.” I shook my head at him. “So, which of these lessons are you wanting to invoke here?”
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