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She frowned at me. "What's wrong with you? Did someone piss in your Crunchy Nut Cornflakes this morning?”
I narrowed my gaze at her. "Mature, Smith, really mature. Is there anything else you need?"
"No. There's nothing.”
“Get ready then. You’re going into Tate's office with me. You're dismissed for now."
She scowled and slammed the door behind her.
Well, that did not go well. I tried to force my mind back onto our new access into Jennings Tate's office. It was the kind of opportunity we'd been waiting for. All I had to do was maybe keep my hands off Tabatha during the mission this time.
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Gabe
"Why is it always some tight, confined space with you?"
Tabatha smirked up at me. "You like being in tight, confined spaces with me."
Blood threatened to rush to my cock, and I forced away everything that I could think of and focused on prior MI5 missions, on the death of my parents, on anything and everything just so I wouldn't have a reaction to her.
With a breath, I started to lever her out of our hiding spot. We'd snuck in through a back entrance then made our way into the boiler room. There were several access vents which we'd wormed our way through until we were in this supply closet, which was tiny. "The security feeds are on a loop, thanks to Rook. Jennings’s office is across the hall. Guards change in three, two, one."
I went to open the door, and her hands stayed on me. The heat of them pressed into my chest, and I held my breath. Fucking hell. Need coursed through me, and I gritted my teeth against it. Jesus Christ, when had this gotten so bad? And how had I been completely incapable of controlling myself around her?
How about when you kissed her? Or that stupid moment in her flat when you pressed your body up against hers?
Yeah, that last one had nearly made me lose it.
I could still feel the softness of her skin against my thumb. I could hear the way her breath hitched. My heart thundered against my ribcage, the sounds of shallow breaths in the room, unsure if they were mine or hers.
All I could do was think about how it would feel to cup her arse, shove her up against the wall, and bury myself deep, holding her up as I pounded into her.
She tapped my chest, dragging me back to the present, and I blinked. "What?"
"It's clear." Her brows furrowed as she cocked her head at me.
Fucking hell.
After verifying we were alone, we ran across to Jennings’s office. The entry was digitally encoded, but thanks to Rook we had a decoder. The kid had turned out to be really decent at making the tech that we needed for each mission. It took several seconds, and the two of us waited not so patiently.
Tabs paced back and forth in black, skintight leggings. As she walked away, my gaze strayed, and I had to force my eyes back up to the lock. Fucking hell. I was not this bloke. I was the Iceman. Everything was on lockdown. But when it came to her…
Because now I fucking knew how she tasted, and I couldn't get that taste out of my goddamn head.
When the lock flashed green, we turned the handle and the both of us were in Tate's office in a flash, pulling the decoder off and shoving ourselves in the room, locking the door behind us.
She set the timer because we only had approximately six minutes before the lasers turned back on and we needed to be back out of this room.
"Get to work."
I set several bugs in the office.
Tabatha worked on the cameras, placing them strategically. I pulled the laptop out of my bag, making sure the sound quality was good, checking her cameras.
I had to endure her low humming.
"What the hell are you singing?" I muttered.
