Cinderella Undercover (5 page)

“We’re looking for Miss Tory and Rick.”

“As you can see she’s busy. I’m fucking her.”

Tory bobbed her head as if she were going after Rick like the paid escort she pretended to be. Her mind screamed, and her body melted from such exquisite rapture—of feeling him deep inside of her again.

“Mr. Evenson is looking for her.”

She lifted her head. “As soon as I’m done here, I’ll come find him.”

“Rick?”

Tory squeezed and twisted Rick’s balls—hard—waking him just enough from his forced slumber. He moaned, lifting his head.

“That means get the fuck out,” Jaron said.

The two men stood in the doorway, unwilling to leave.

“We’ll let you know when we’re done,” Jaron said. “You can have her next.”

“We’ll be outside the door.”

Tory closed her eyes. Fear and desire warred within. Surviving the assignment should’ve been the only thing driving her actions. Instead, she arched her back, giving Jaron deeper penetration. A moan of need rent the air.

“Go,” she said on a breathy exhale, “Or get in line.” She flipped her hair, glancing over her shoulder. “Fuck me,” she said huskily.

Jaron chuckled, pulled back, and drove deep again. She cried out with each plunge of his cock into her slick channel. Pressure built in her clit. She reached between her legs and gently touched the swollen bundle of nerves.

She closed her eyes, tuned out everything but the man behind her, ignored that there was an unconscious man in front of her, and savored the sensation of Jaron stretching her, sliding hotly into her core. She whimpered when he retracted, but the loss was fleeting as he plunged hard again.

And then, when she wouldn’t have thought it possible under the circumstances, her body began to quake. “Oh, god! Oh, yes. More!” Her heart raced, and her head swam in a frenzied delirium. She breathed fast and shallow. Almost there. And then she came. White light sparked behind her eyelids. Quivers started in her core, fluttering out until her entire body trembled. She gripped the sheets in her fists. Sweat trickled along her hairline.

Jaron’s fingers dug into her hips. Harder. Faster. And with a shout, he erupted. Pulsing deep in her channel brought on another wave of vibrations. Tory creamed around his shaft, and her juices trickled down her thighs. The wet sounds of their sweat-slicked bodies eased, and their mingled breaths slowed, returning to normal.

For the first time in long minutes, she opened her eyes. The room was dark. Whoever had come to the door had left them alone. She doubted they’d gone far.

Jaron slipped from her body. He placed gentle kisses to the divots above her buttocks. He sat back and scooted from the bed. Clothing rustled, and then he returned to her side.

He handed her a thin, sticky strip. He pointed to Rick and indicated she should place the strip beneath his nose.

Tory slid from the bed and snatched Rick’s gun from the dresser. “I told you that you’d give your weapon to me,” she whispered, feeling safer with the heavy weight of the Beretta in her hand. She followed Jaron into the bathroom. Flushing the toilet, he covered their lowered voices. “I need to finish the computer programming,” he whispered. “The nasal strip will keep Rick asleep and make him snore. I need you to come with me.” She nodded. “I’ll get your dress. Wait here.”

“I need my shoes.”

“You can always get another pair of black sexy-as-hell heels.”

“Not like these. They brought you running.”

Jaron grunted.

Uncertainty clawed at her mind, and a ribbon of fear snaked around her heart. Had she and Jaron fucked, made love, or was it just part of the assignment for him? An ache throbbed in her core at the familiar scent of him. Six months ago, she’d loved him. Until this moment, she’d been sure she hated him. Now she just wanted him, reckless and wanton. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy clenched, desperate to be stretched and filled again.

Tory gave herself a mental shake. This wasn’t the time to get maudlin over their past or try to surmise what might be in their future. Staying focused ensured they could figure out if they had anything, a future, friendship, or at least a working relationship beyond tonight. Alas, there would be no conversation if they didn’t get the hell out before Maxwell took them out.

At least now she knew how he’d come into the room. The bathroom window was gone. Not just the bars, but the glass. She poked her head out into the slightly less muggy night air. The air helped to clear her thoughts. Just this morning, she’d drilled into her head that she’d needed to keep her mind alert and her legs closed. Once again, Jaron Quinn had muddled her brain and her agenda.

Chapter Three

“What the fuck were you doing?”

“Trying to help,” she snapped.

“Brilliant plan. You should’ve stuck to the one we had.” Jaron cursed, watching her cling to the edge of the building. With Tory in front of Jaron, they moved from one balcony to the next by way of a narrow ledge. They encroached on the internal heart of Maxwell’s organization.

“Circumstances changed, and I became aware of new information.” As Tory inched along, she curled her bare toes around the ledge. “You shouldn’t be upset with me, but with yourself. Your cover is blown. So rather than chewing my ass, maybe you ought to think about kissing my ass.”

“Believe me, I have.” Her head snapped in his direction, and he smiled. “I’m surprised I wasn’t made sooner. This assignment was fucked from the beginning.”

“Sabotage?”

“Can’t be sure. I’ll leave that up to Amine to figure out. But he needs to check into whoever supplied the intel on Evenson’s system. Whether you showed up or not, I had planned to upload the spyware tonight. I can’t be certain yet if your diversions are a help or a hindrance. Guess we’ll find out.”

“Well, if you’re convinced you have the programming figured out, then plant the spyware, and let’s get out of here. I still can’t believe the ruse in the bedroom garnered us this time we need.” She huffed out a breath. “Although I can’t say it was a total ruse.”

“Felt real to me.”

“I suppose you didn’t feel like you could trust your acting abilities?”

“Under the circumstances, I felt it appropriate to put my all into…our ruse.”

“It’s a good thing I’m a better actress, or I might have actually have had to suck Rick’s cock.”

Jaron swallowed hard. “I’ll concede you’re a better actress.” And he was glad. He’d have killed Rick before he allowed that asshole to touch Victoria.

Jaron redirected the conversation back to their task. “I figure we have fifteen minutes to get back to the room and back into bed with Sleeping Beauty.”

Tory gave a snort. He glanced at her and she smiled. He had to give her credit. Circumstances had become dangerous, but she held her own.

 
Her dress fluttered in the breeze. Her legs and feet were bare. He clenched his jaw. She couldn’t wear her shoes and climb along the side of the building, and she’d been unwilling to leave the hooker heels behind. Jaron had the high heels fastened by the ankle strap to the belt loops in his tuxedo trousers.

Tory pushed her hair from her face and glanced to the ground below. “It’s a long way down.”

And it would be a painful landing. Their eyes met. “We need to be quick, but careful.”

She nodded and continued to the next balcony. “Watch where you step. Find your balance,” he said as he helped her to stand on the railing. “It would be a hell of a fall.” Exactly three floors.

Wrought iron bars framed each balcony and wrapped around the underside. The ornate metalwork extended out about a foot in all directions. Tory didn’t have the leg span and had to jump. He followed. “You okay?” he asked, joining her on the last balcony. He’d already set the security camera to recycle an uneventful sequence of time lapse. Unless someone looked closely, he and Victoria would avoid detection. “Ready?”

She nodded. “Please hurry. This feels wrong. I don’t like it.”

He didn’t either. When he’d been in the office earlier, he’d seen her go into Rick’s room from one of the monitors. He hadn’t thought, just reacted. Before he’d bailed out the window, he’d left his flash drive in the USB port. He hoped all the files had been extracted so he could just run the program, embed the spyware, and finally erase his footprints in the system.

Standing outside the door, they listened for a moment then entered the darkened interior.

Jaron hurried behind the desk and turned on the monitor. A series of numbers, letters, and symbols filled the screen. So far, so good.

Movement to the left caught his eye. Tory checked the lock on the office door. “I don’t want surprises.”

He twitched his lips. “Too late. This whole assignment has been one surprise after the next.”

Jaron turned his attention back to the computer. A bank of surveillance monitors blinked, rotating images from around the property. Beyond big brother. Maxwell monitored every room, every corridor, and the grounds surrounding the complex.

Two guards slumped against each other, propped up in the corner of the room. “You did this?”

He nodded but didn’t stop working. Time was running out. “Keep your eyes on the monitors. Watch Sleeping Beauty and track the activity in the grand room. As long as the party is going strong and the women are distracting the men, there’s less chance we’ll have company.”

“You’ve got Rick’s gun. You might just have to shoot them.”

“Not this time, princess. We’ll be neck deep in shit if this goes bad and we’re caught. You don’t fuck with Maxwell Evenson and shooting his friends or his security detail is out of the question.”

“You didn’t hear Rick and his crony talking earlier. They have a party planned for you tonight.”

“That’s why we’re not sticking around for the social hour. We’re getting the hell out of here. Besides, we can’t do anything that has the possibility of coming back on ES.”

“So what went wrong?” she asked, keeping her eyes on the monitors.

“This is the only safe room, and it’s always manned with two guards. The programs weren’t compatible. The configuration wouldn’t let me install the spyware.”

“Are you sure the new program will work?” She moved in behind him.

“No, but it’s the best I could do.” He cursed and tapped a few more keystrokes.

Tory put her hand on his shoulder. “Let me in.”

His fingers paused in their typing. Although Jaron considered himself one of the best at his business of infiltrating drug cartels and kicking the bad guys’ asses, he couldn’t argue. Tory possessed superior computer skills. Standing from the chair, he offered it to her. She smiled and immediately started going over the code line by line.

“This is good. If we embed your code in a rarely-used program, it’s doubtful they’d discover the backdoor.” She unraveled the nuances in the system.

“I’ve already installed a wireless router into their monitoring system. Remote access won’t be a problem.” Maxwell used a secure internal intranet for his business dealings. With the newly-installed program, ES would be able to access secure files and monitor financial records.

Tory clicked through the system, embedding code and working her magic. Jaron understood why Amine sent her in to help. In fact, she probably was better suited for the job. Had she not been on assignment in the Mediterranean, perhaps they would’ve worked together from the beginning on this operation.

“Done.” She pulled the flash drive from the USB port and rebooted the system.

“Good, let’s get the hell out of here.”