Real estate was costly, and highly sought after. Not a single place was left vacant for longer than five minutes. It had been problematic to secure a surveillance position.
What I’d been left with was an arrangement with a cafe three doors down where I could sit in their window with my laptop for as long as I wanted. But that was barely adequate. I needed eyes on the office space, and I didn’t have that.
Which was why I was taping a wire to Elizabeth’s bare stomach, threading it carefully along the line of her sternum and taping the microphone to her, where the rustle of her clothing wouldn’t cause too much static.
She had the most determined stare and it was impossible to read what she was thinking as I skimmed my hand up over her, pressing down the adhesive tape firmly. I had to secure the transmitter and the battery box powering the whole set up, but thankfully, technology had moved on so that the components themselves were tiny. When she pulled her top back on, I took a long, critical minute to ascertain whether the wire was visible, and I couldn’t help but notice the hardness of her nipples beneath the thin cotton of her blouse.
She’d indulged me. Dressing up more than she usually would to make sure she blended in with the fashionably dressed staff. In a boutique place like that, I knew the value that could come with leaning into her Chelsea credentials.
I pinned a badge onto her blouse and checked the screen of my monitor to make sure the picture was following through.
“So, you want me to ask for a summer job?”
“That’s your way in. Lay it on thick about being inspired by her and not knowing what you want to do, and being fascinated by the whole process. Then I want you to ask her about Pierce’s book. Hopefully she’ll let something useful slip, because you’re his family and you’ve flattered her enough.”
I clicked another button on the screen, more to distract myself from the fact that I was sending her in when I should have been going myself. It wasn’t remotely dangerous. But I hated using her. Like that, anyway.
I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from letting my hands explore. When this was over, I was going to touch her in ways she couldn’t imagine. I was going to take her on every single surface I could find, until the only word she could remember was my name, and she knew what it felt like to be worshipped.
That was what she deserved, and thoughts of all the ways I was going to claim her had been torturing me through sleepless nights for weeks. I had so many fantasies to fulfil now that there was nothing holding me back.
Elizabeth
His hand grazed the curve of my breast and I tried to stifle my gasp at the rush of heat it shot through me. Embarrassment at my own reaction only grew when I realised my cheeks were so hot they had to be glowing. What kind of inexperienced idiot got completely flustered by something like this?
I watched his hands as he held the wire in place, and smoothed small square tabs of tape onto my skin almost too carefully for me to bear. He was being so professional and all I wanted was for him to touch me properly. I wanted him to cup my breasts and suck my aching nipples and let his tongue trail the path of the wire he was taping to my skin.
The solid tent at his crotch as he wired me up was pretty solid proof that he was getting just as wound up. I knew he’d spent weeks watching me from the other side of the street, and a large part of me loved the idea of that. Now that he wasn’t a stranger, the thought of him wanting me all this time, being unable to do anything about it was sexy as hell.
And I loved that right now, in some small way, we were recreating that.
The only thing that could have been better would have been having an earpiece in so I could hear everything he wanted to say. But Max had vetoed that. Sandra wasn’t going to take me seriously if I walked in with a bluetooth headset and didn’t take it off.
“You don’t need me to tell you what to do.”
Maybe I didn’t, but I kind of wanted him to boss me around anyway. I wanted the purr of his low voice in my ear and the sound of him breathing. It was probably best he didn’t agree with me because I was fairly certain he could have brought me off with a few well articulated phrases given the way I was feeling about him right now.