Rhea gasped as pleasure assaulted her.
Ace was blinded by the sensation of her warm, wet heat. He could lose himself inside her forever.
But today was their last day to play. Tomorrow Bender would show himself.
One of them could die. It wasn’t something agents gave much thought to, but as he rode her slowly, that fear finally found him.
What if something went wrong?
“Ace?Are you okay?”
He placed a kiss to her cheek. “I’m fine, baby.”
Rhea moaned as his fingers stroked her while he thrust deep inside her. Still, she could tell something was different about him in spite of what he said. There wasa hesitancy to his touch.A reservation.
But she didn’t have long to contemplate that before her orgasm claimed her.
Ace held her tight, his fingers working their magic until the very last tremor had been coaxed out of her.
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A few heartbeats later she felt him tense as he too joined her in bliss.
Rhea lay there with his weight pleasantly crushing her while he untied her hands.
“I’m going to miss our ‘training’ sessions.”
“I’ll bet you will,” she said with a laugh.
He moved to the side of her so that she could roll over and snuggle close.
Tenderly, he brushed the hair back from her face.
Rhea sighed. “I wish we could go back and do the last few days over.”
“Yeah, me too.But you know,this doesn’t have to end…does it?”
Rhea swallowed at his question. “I don’t know, Ace. A relationship is hard enough. But between two agents…”
“Dagmar and Dieter make it work.”
That was true. The two of them were married, and to Rhea’s knowledge they’d never had so much as a hiccup in their relationship.
He took her hand in his and moved it to his lips so that he could nibble her palm. “Can we at least try?”
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She smiled at him. What woman could say no to that look? “Okay.”
Ace returned her smile before he kissed her on the brow. But in the back of his mind, he couldn’t shake the sensation that something was going to go seriously wrong tomorrow.
Chapter Five
Ace was in position, waiting with Dieter while Rhea dressed herself for the arrival of Bender. It had taken some doing to get the Pussy Cat Club to “hire” Rhea, but after a nice long talk with the German authorities, the owner decided it would be in her best interest to let Rhea do her job.
Now Rhea was in a locker room that the dominatrixes used to garb themselves in their work attire while Ace and Dieter were outside in the blood red hallway that led to all the “service” rooms.
“Are you all right, Krux?” Dieter asked as they stacked towels onto a cart so that to any passersby, they would look like two regular workers restocking the towels for the clients.
Dieter was a tall, extremely muscular, blond German native. He’d been recruited by Joe a little over a year ago and since then had been quite an asset to their team. Having been born and bred inEurope , Dieter knew every back hole and dive in six countries. Better still, he had questionable associates who often leaked vital information to them.
Ace could feel a tic working in his jaw. “No. I don’t like sending her in there alone with a psycho.”
“Relax. But I know what you mean. Dagmar never listens to me either. She is”—he paused as if searching for the foreign English word—“stubborn. Many times she goes when she should stay. But Rhea is more cautious. She knows what to do. I don’t think we have anything to worry over with that one.”
Yeah, but Ace really hated the thought of her tying Bender down. The beating part he could live with. It was the “other” unknown variables that had his stomach knotted.
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“Excuse me?” an extremely well-built, leather-clad mistress said in German as she came into the hallway from a room three doors down. “What is it you two do? You need to be working at getting these towels to the room and not dawdling with idle chatter.”
“Ja, we’re working,” Dieter responded, knowing that Ace’s German was flawless, but accented enough to give him away as a foreigner.
“You,” the mistress said, indicating Dieter. “I need you standing by room five after Herr Bender leaves.”
Ace’s heart stopped beating.
“Why?” Dieter asked.
She sighed heavily. “He always leaves his woman a mess. We will need to get Bettie to our doctor as soon as he goes, and you look more than strong enough to carry her.”
“Pardon?”Ace asked as his sight turned dim.
“Ja, he is not a good man, but he pays us well.”