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Hanna’s voice was a whisper, but it shattered into Ash’s consciousness like a bomb detonating.
This is bad.
He was supposed to be here to help a kidnapped woman, to help Hanna root out corruption in her department.
Not to fantasize over the woman he’d walked away from and the man he could never have.
Ash looked over at the small box Hanna was holding. The top was glass, and inside he could see a small key nestled on red fabric.
“Can’t believe he comes in here to get that every time he goes home,” Ash muttered.
“Jinx thinks it might be a backup key,” Nicco explained. “But that works in our favor, since he won’t think to go looking for it.”
Ash nodded. “Okay, so do we take the whole case or try to crack the code?”
“Take the case,” Hanna said quickly. “Your guy can probably get into this no problem, and I’m not looking forward to running into Iverson again.” Her voice darkened. “Or Ralston.”
“Then let’s get the fuck out of Dodge,” Ash muttered, turning for the door.
At the same moment they heard footsteps down the hall.
“Someone’s coming,” Hanna said quickly. “Is everything back in place?”
“Except for us,” Nic replied, his voice droll. “Close the door and hope for the best?”
Because there was only one way in or out of Iverson’s office, and if people were already on the way down the hall, run was no longer an option.
Ash closed the door, plunging them into darkness.
And if he’d thought it had been intimate in the closet before, it was nothing compared to the tiny, cramped space now. It turned out secret coat closets weren’t designed to hold two grown men and a tall woman in high heels.
Beside him, Hanna stepped, and clearly lost her balance, swearing under her breath in the dark. Ash reached for her on instinct, pulling her close to keep her from falling. The movement had the three of them shifting in the tight space, until all Ash could feel was Hanna pressed against him, the curve of her ass level with his already aching cock, and it was his turn to swear under his breath.
“I think they’re getting closer,” Hanna muttered. “No, wait, the footsteps stopped moving.”
Not that Ash was paying any attention to the footsteps in the hall.
“Hanna—” His voice came out much sharper than he intended, but he was a hairsbreadth away from exposing a whole host of secrets in the tiny closet. “Don’t fucking move.”
His fingers tightened around her waist, and he bit back a groan and the desperate urge to meet her writhing with his own.
“Maybe you should watch yourself, Ash.”
Ash let his head fall back, trying to find purchase in the real world as the dark meaning behind Nicco’s words sunk in.
Of course, in the tight space, that meant his head fell on Nic’s shoulder, which only made him more aware of exactly how close they all were. In the near black of the closet, Ash’s senses were on high alert, and after the dance he and Nic had shared with Hanna, and the riot of images he had in his head from her confession, he felt practically drunk with the need of it all, the need to press forward to feel Hanna’s lush ass against his straining cock, and the need to arch backward…
Just to see how Nicco would react.
“Nic…” It was harsh, torn from his throat and raw as the words whispered in a confessional.
Nicco didn’t respond. He just ran his own hand along Ash’s waist and pinned him in place, the way Ash had done to Hanna.
“Ti prego, amico mio. Ho bisogno di molto più di un semplice tocco da parte tua.”
Ash’s cock throbbed hard. Nicco only spoke Italian in moments of strong emotion, usually when he was swearing. Over the years, Ash had picked up some four-dollar words, but more than anything, he liked to hear Nicco’s mother tongue on his lips, as if Nic could be more true, more honest, in a language from home. Or maybe just a language no one around him understood.
What Ash did understand was the harsh cut of Nicco’s voice, the rough swell of ti prego in the same tone Ash himself felt like begging in when Hanna shifted against his hardness. It was a type of begging that Ash couldn’t defend against, not when all he could think about was what it would be like to have Nicco whispering those words to him in a swell of pleasure.
