That is wrong on so many fucked-up levels that I have to immediately dismiss it from my mind, and instead, I choose to focus on the last emotion coursing through me.
Fury.
Fury that this prick Lance thinks he can bully me around. Fury that Simon kidnaps and sells women as sex slaves. Fury that someone as good and decent as Wyatt even has to immerse himself in this untenable situation.
I slowly drop to my hands and knees and start crawling toward Wyatt. His face is hard, a muscle popping at his jawline. He gazes down at me intently, and I see the subtle grinding motion of his teeth, silently gnashing at each other.
If I were really Nikki O, a down-and-out stripper who needed this job and would do anything to keep it, I would think Wyatt was looking down at me with barely uncontrolled lust. But as FBI agent Andrea Somerville, who knows exactly what stakes are at risk here, and who remembers when Wyatt told me the other night that he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me, I see a man that is furious and regretful all at the same time that I’m crawling toward him.
Lance gives a dark chuckle behind me. “She looks phenomenal from this angle, Raze.”
Closer and closer I get to Wyatt and my heart is thundering deep within my chest. My heart aches for him as I take note of the very clear erection pressed against his black jeans, showing his traitorous body.
“You’re forgetting something,” Lance says thickly.
I pause in my crawling and turn my head to look back over my shoulder. Lance’s eyes are pinned onto my bare ass since I’m wearing a thong, but then his eyes slide to mine. “You need to beg him.”
I give Lance my most capitulating look coupled with a smile of assent and turn back to Wyatt.
Looking him straight in the eyes, I start crawling toward him again.
“Please… Raze… let me give you a blow job.”
His jaw muscle pops again and his fingers curl tightly into the armrest.
I crawl closer.
“Please… let me suck you down.”
Teeth grinding, his legs spread apart to give me room to crawl right up to him.
Reaching out, I place one hand on his knee and use it to pull myself up in between his legs. I hope he can see the apology in my eyes when I say, “Please… Raze… let me make you come with my mouth.”
“That’s it, baby,” Lance murmurs behind me, and a shudder of disgust over the lust in his voice floods through me.
My eyes flutter closed, and I swallow hard. When I open them back up, I don’t dare to look at Wyatt. Instead, I look down at the straining fly of his jeans. My hands are shaking when I reach out and pop the button, and his hips shift slightly as I lower the zipper.
“Lift your ass,” I say quietly, and he does as I ask. I hear his teeth grind together harder, and I internally wince because I know that hurts.
My fingertips slip into the waistband of his underwear, and I gently tug them and his jeans down. His erection is revealed and when the constraining material is removed, it stands up tall, thick, and hard as a rock.
It’s fucking beautiful and even though this is an act… a part of the job… the tingling sensation between my legs tells me this is not going to be a hardship.
“A little privacy,” Wyatt says thickly, and my eyes jerk up to his. He’s not looking at me though. His gaze is focused over my shoulder at Lance, and the hard glint I see reflecting leaves no room open for Lance to argue.
“Enjoy,” Lance says, and then I hear his shoes quietly whispering over the carpet. I don’t turn to see him leave but instead watch Wyatt’s gaze as he follows Lance’s movement. I hear the office door open, then close again, and we are alone.
Wyatt’s eyes slide to mine, and I expect to see relief that Lance is gone. Instead, his face is awash with regret.
His hands come up to clasp on either side of my head, and he pulls me up as he leans down toward me. I’m stunned when his mouth comes down on mine, and he gives me a swift kiss. His lips are velvety against mine, and lust courses through me. I open my mouth, but all too quickly, he pulls back and sticks his lips near my ear.
“I’m sorry,” he says in the barest whisper that I almost can’t hear him.
“Me too,” I whisper back. “Thank God he’s gone and we don’t have to—”
“No,” he says urgently, still in a voice so low that it sounds like it’s being carried away on the wind. “I’m sorry because there’s a camera over your shoulder. He’s watching us.”
“What?” I breathe out in surprise while Wyatt moves his lips across my skin. I realize he’s hiding his mouth so Lance can’t see what he’s saying to me.
“He’s testing me as well.”