“Damn you, Knightley.” She gripped the front of his shirt, then she moved. In the blink of an eye, she straddled him and sank down on his lap.
Oh, fuck.He clamped his hands on her arse. Her mouth nipped his jaw and they both made hungry, urgent sounds. Arousal was a hard, dark beat through his blood.
He turned his head and took her mouth with his.
The taste of her hit him hard. Her hands sank into his hair, her hips rolling against him. She ground down on his raging erection.
She made a husky sound and bit his lip.
Yes. Fuck, yes.
Suddenly, the door opened and light flooded in.
“If this is the best way to find a rogue arms dealer, I’ve been doing my job wrong,” a deep voice said.
* * *
Hadley froze,her body glued against Bennett’s hard one, and the very large cock pressed between her legs. She licked her lips and tasted him on her tongue.
She dragged in a few breaths.Nope. She took another deep one. Then she turned and looked at Killian in the doorway.
“Please be a figment of my imagination,” she said.
“Sorry,” Killian replied. “Hex called me and said you two needed an assist.”
Her boss wore his usual cool, impassive look that he used to scare the shit out of everyone. But she knew him well enough to know he was amused.
She climbed off Bennett and straightened her skirt.
Bennett stayed sitting, and she guessed he needed a little more time to be…presentable.
“We were just…” Bennett trailed off.
Hadley looked at him. “Go on. I want to hear what you’ve got.”
He coughed. “I’ve got nothing.”
“How about humping on a box?” Killian suggested.
Hadley straightened and tossed her head back. She’d been in sticky situations before. “We were avoiding Kitty and managed to get locked in here.”
Killian made a sound. “An experienced former MI6 agent and a former SAS operator can’t get out of a locked room?”
“There’s no lock or handle on this side!” Hadley said.
“I figured I shouldn’t bust down a door in one of London’s best restaurants,” Bennett added.
“So kissing her was a better idea?” Killian asked.
“No, I kissed him,” she confessed. “Now both of you be quiet.” She strode past Killian and ran into Henry.
Bennett’s best friend was grinning at her, his teeth white against his dark skin.
“Don’t you say a thing,” she snapped.
“I was just going to say that Ben has your lipstick smeared on his face,” Henry said.
Hadley made a sound, swiveled, and strode back into the ladies’ room. The reflection in the mirror showed a woman who’d just been thoroughly ravished.