Penny couldn’t argue with his chosen option, because she’d been thinking about the same thing. She just hadn’t pictured it happening against the door in Diego Fuentes’s bathroom.
“I’ll scope out the mics and deliver them to our host with an ultimatum, but I think it best we leave the camera.” Rafe got them back on track. “It doesn’t appear to have sound capabilities. This way, Fuentes can feel as though he has an eye on us. Of course, that means no breaking character. At least physically.”
“Then let’s go round up some bugs.”
“Not right this second.” He propped his arm against the door, blocking her exit.
“Can I ask why not?” She challenged his naughty grin with a lift of her eyebrows.
“It doesn’t take a sex therapist to see where things were heading out there. We were going at it pretty hot and heavy. I may be undercover, but I still have a reputation to consider. There’s no way in hell I’d be done with you after only a few minutes.”
Heat came roaring back to both their eyes with his brutal honesty. Rafe had made her shed her reservations regarding commando types once already, twice if you factored in the kiss at the safe house, and it was clearly going to become a habit.
Her rules hadn’t factored him into the equation, because he was more than the ruggedly gorgeous outside package. It was his brief moments of humor, of compassion…and yeah, ridiculous sex appeal. When he dropped his cool exterior and looked at her like he wanted to eat her whole, she shivered. A man like him didn’t do anything half-assed. He was thorough and attentive, woefully unselfish. Jealousy over an unknown woman who would one day be lucky enough to call him hers made Penny give herself a mental slap.
His gaze drifted toward the running water. “I can think of one way to pass the time.”
Her eyes rounded as she fought not to misinterpret his meaning, but the upward curl of his lip and the matching glint in his eyes said she hadn’t misread a damn thing. “Seriously? You want to take a shower? Now?”
“It’s as good a distraction as any. Water conservation is the eco-friendly thing to do. What do you say, Red? Do you want to help me save the planet?”
CHAPTER TEN
Showers would never be the same for Rafe again, not after lathering Penny in soapy suds and running his hands over every square inch of her gorgeous body. Watching her eyes light up with arousal as she came was a damn addictive sight to behold, which is why he made her come on his hand a second time in the shower before letting her drop to her knees.
And Jesus. He was glad he did. If being inside her warm pussy was the ultimate heaven, having her tongue wrapped around his cock took a damn close second. His strut had a spring to it as he inconspicuously scanned the room for bugs, pocketed them, and then located the camera in their room’s unused fireplace. He gave Penny a heads-up and then left her to prepare for dinner.
As he navigated the halls of the mansion, he drew a mental blueprint of points of entry and exit, of every door and corridor and security detail. The entire time, one of Fuentes’s homegrown militia shadows followed, but he didn’t care.
The howl of curses brought Rafe straight to Diego’s door.
“I do not fucking care if it has become difficult for you,” Diego snarled into a phone. “Take care of it or I will take the fuck care of you, you arrogant son of a bitch! Comprende? Fix this. Now. Or I’ll have your body parts spread over the entire southern hemisphere. Try spending my money then!”
Fuentes hurled the phone against the wall, making it splinter into a dozen pieces.
“Breaking up with your service provider?” Rafe joked dryly, announcing his presence.
The older man ventured over to his wet bar, his face back to an eerie calm. “It is an unfortunate case of entitlement issues, I am afraid. But I do believe I made my stance on the matter clear. And if I have not, I will soon enough. I trust that you and your beautiful se?orita have found your accommodations to your liking?”
“The bathroom’s quite roomy.”
Diego’s twisted smirk tested Rafe’s control. Yeah, the bastard had seen the show in the bedroom. Rafe was suddenly very glad he’d moved them into the bathroom.
He dropped the mics onto the mahogany desk and let his displeasure be known. “I could’ve done without these. The kind of business relationship you’re proposing requires trust, Se?or Fuentes. This isn’t what I call trust.”
“You must pardon me, Rafael, but I do not trust so easily.” Diego slipped a drink in Rafe’s direction. “Nor, does it seem, do you. However, I do apologize for the necessity, and for the invasion of your privacy.”
“And I have your word that no more will be put in their place?” Not like he’d believe the man for a minute.
“Sí. Sí. Of course!” Diego gestured to one of the plush leather seats. “Come. Join me for a predinner drink and then I will allow you to fetch your beautiful lady friend. You must tell me how a man from your rather humble background has acquired so much success.”
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