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Chapter
One
JAMIE
Agent Matteo Locke slaps one handcuff on my wrist. The other goes around his.
"You're not going anywhere this time, Moriarty," he says in that smooth British-Italian accent of his.
I look up at him with all the innocence I can muster. "Is this really necessary?" I bat my lashes. I tilt my head just enough my blonde strands catch the sun.
His breath catches in his throat. His cheeks flush with desire.
He swallows hard, finding his poker face. His I’m all business. I don’t care how much I want you tone. "Was stealing $200 million in art necessary?"
Three hundred million, but who’s counting?
“I can’t help myself.” I stare into his dark eyes. I reach out with my free hand and run my fingers over his strong jawline. “I love Van Gogh.”
He leans into my touch for a second, then he’s back to the Mi6 Agent who doesn’t take shit. “If you play nice, I’ll talk to the warden. Get a print for your wall.”
My stomach flutters. He’s so fucking sexy here. In control and completely at my mercy at the same time.
“I’d rather look at you.” I make my voice soft and breathy as I run my fingertips over his chin.
He lets out a single sigh and he snaps back to the man he’s supposed to be. “I’ll send a photo.” His voice is ice-cold.
Which only makes me hotter. My core tightens. My chest flushes. I want him so badly. I always do.
“Will the picture keep me warm at night?” I ask in my best femme fatale voice. The one I only use for him. Devious, yes, but powerless to resist him too.
“I know I’m gorgeous, but I’m not the sun, mi diavolessa.” He calls me by his favorite pet name. His little devil. “I can’t warm that cold-blood of yours.”
That’s a good one. He’s getting better at this banter thing.
And he’s wrong—
He is the sun. He’s radiant.
But enough foreplay. Let’s get into this.
I trace a line down his chin, neck, collarbones.
His lips part with a groan as I undo the top button of his shirt.
"If we’re going to be stuck together, we might as well enjoy the hour until your backup arrives," I say.
He looks down at me with heavy eyes as he brings his hand to my neck.
His touch is soft. Tender.
Not what I expect in this situation. And all the better for it.
For a moment, I savor the warmth of his hand on my skin. Then I shift into the seductress I invented just for this.
I drop to my knees and distract him thoroughly while I swipe the keys from his pocket.
He’s cuffed to the bed before he has any idea what’s happening.
