Page 125 of Renegade
On a growl, Grey opened the door and motioned for his team to pass through. When they had, he turned and glared at Haqazzii. “You. Will. Not. Win.”
“Fuck you, American,” Haqazzii seethed.
After Grey closed and bolted the door, he asked Caroline if she was okay.
“No, I’m not,” she bit out. “I’m madder than hell.”
In the control room, they removed their masks.
“You need a minute?” Grey asked her.
“No,” she replied.
She breathed deep, releasing the hate on her exhale. Haqazzii had gotten to her.
Time to take this down… way down.
“I can stick around,” Dakota offered.
It was almost five in the morning.
“We got this,” Grey said.
“Sin and I will be back later.” Dakota left, shutting the door behind him.
“Okay, boss, whatcha need?” Tank asked.
“Get us into Federal Commercial Cleaning Services,” Grey replied.
“You got it.” Tank got busy on his laptop.
Grey fired up his computer. “I’m gonna find out where these scumbags live.”
For several minutes, Caroline watched Haqazzii. She thought back to the first time JL had mentioned him. He claimed to be from the UK, and had several projects in play in the UAE, but he was searching for work. Had JL run a background check? Did he have references and did she check them?
Frustration suffocated her. Needing air, Caroline left the office and paced up and down the silent corridor.
At some point, Grey appeared in the hallway. When their eyes locked, he made his way over to her. With each step he took, her heart pounded faster in her chest. His bigger-than-life presence had both a calming and a rousing effect on her.
“You okay?” he asked as he peered into her eyes.
“Just thinking.”
He dipped down, close enough to kiss her, but he didn’t. “There are a million dirty things I want to do to you.”
“Tell me.”
“I want to rub oil all over your sexy body,” he murmured. “Then, I want to massage away all your frustration. When you don’t think you could be more relaxed, I’m going to feast on your delicious pussy until you shatter into a million pieces.”
Her insides had roared to life. Didn’t matter that they were guarding a terrorist on Interpol’s Most Wanted list. Didn’t matter that the Day of Destruction loomed large. All that mattered was the mountain of a man standing inches away, hisbedroom-blue eyes and early-morning promises turning her into a coiled bundle of need.
“Ohmygod,” she bleated. “Oh. My. God.”
“There’s more.”
She stood there spellbound.
“I’m going to slide a butt plug into your anus so that you feel the pressure pushing against your tight pussy. I’m going to spread your legs and slowly sink inside you, the thickness of my cock shocking you with pleasure.”
