Page 66 of Sasha’s Secret

“Thank you. Want to help me with the other one?”

“My pleasure.”

This time around, Rocco blatantly stole the occasional glance as he carried out his task. Sasha was watching him with that sultry, smoky gaze that usually preceded a stolen kiss in her office. No time for another of those at the moment, but there was a way he could help her get through the evening. “Come with me.” He offered her his hand.

Her face lit up with an eager, intrigued smile. “What are you up to?”

He grinned back. “Nothing. Come with me.”

Her fingers were warm between his. He led her over to the full-length mirror and stood her in front of him, so they were both looking at her reflection.

“See her?” he murmured close to her ear. “She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

“She’s still half-naked.”

An assessment he couldn’t dispute. Rocco stroked her waist, gradually moving his hand to her lower belly.

“Part your legs for me.”

He expected her to question him, but to his surprise, she obeyed. He lowered his head and kissed her shoulder. As he did so, he slipped his hand between her thighs and parted her labia. Her clit was as taut as her nipples, and she was already wet.

“What are you doing?”

The words might have been a protest, but her languorous tone contradicted their meaning. “Giving you something to remember if you get bored out of your mind tonight.”

“You think I’ll have time to be bored when we’re on a mission?”

She had a point. So did he. “You might, if nothing happens. However, it is advisable to have a plan for every eventuality, which gives me a very good reason to do this.” He swiped his finger across her clit again—enough for her knees to buckle. “It’s all right—I’ve got you.”

“You sure have.”

The scorching undercurrent of double meaning in her murmur had to be a figment of his imagination, his feelings for her imbuing her words with reciprocated emotion that simply couldn’t exist.

Even though he didn’t have as much time as he would have liked, Rocco wasn’t about to cancel this side op. With his free arm wrapped around Sasha to steady her, he continued the lazy stroke of her slick folds.

Every quiver, every tortured gasp was a reward in itself, and when she came, her orgasm was so intense and powerful, she’d have collapsed in a drained, trembling heap if he hadn’t been there for her.

He kissed the side of her neck. “At this point, I’d prefer to carry you to the bed, but I don’t think your stockings would survive,” he whispered. “We have a few minutes yet. Are you okay?”

Her soft, replete sigh was his answer.

When Sasha had recovered enough to stand on her own, he helped her with the comms equipment and her gown. The bolero jacket was the final touch, and along with her long hair, helped to conceal the various wires.

“I’ll get your shoes. Is there anything else you need?”

“Earrings—they’re on the vanity. With my purse, I’m good to go.”

Rocco scanned the room, locating the items she’d mentioned. “No problem. Your purse—is it large enough for you to carry?”

“This is Texas, babe.” She kissed his cheek. “It’s large enough to accommodate a compact weapon. You never know when you might run into a psycho security guard and need to defend yourself.”

For Rocco, it was a double-edged sword. “Don’t get me wrong—I’m glad you’ve got it, but if anything happens, you get to Linzi and run.” He shot a blistering look at the ankle-busting heels. “Can you actually run in those?”

She retaliated with an excoriating expression of her own. “Ginger did everything Fred did, backwards and in high heels. There’s a technique—it can be done.”

Rocco figured he’d take her word for it. On balance, he’d rather take on a bunch of pissed-off insurgents than run in heels, whether there was a technique to it or not. “Okay, then, but if you have to run for it, I’ll make sure Scott’s with you. Get out as quickly as you can, head for the Hummer, and come back here. I’ll take care of everything else, and then I’ll contact you.”

Sasha nodded. “Copy that. Please… be careful.”