back, hiking up the friction. Her skin sizzled and her nipples strained hard against the fabric of her uniform. If he weren’t so close, her knees would have buckled. He barely touched her, but being so close to him, she felt like a piece of warm putty in a sculptor’s hands.
Wanting control, Phil struggled for composure. Tilting her head up, she stood on her tiptoes until she came almost eye-to-eye with him. Ty’s lids hooded his dark green eyes in sexy languidness. She sucked in her bottom lip, then licked it. It gave her supreme satisfaction to watch his full lips tighten and hear the subtle hitch of his breath.
“Mr. Masters, I aim to please.”
CHAPTER SIX
“O fficer Zorn, are you coming on to me?”
The heat in Phil’s eyes told the truth, but he wanted to hear it from her lips. He was more than intrigued—he was fascinated.
Phil shook her head, sending her hair cascading down her back. Her full breasts bobbed against the confines of her skimpy top. He visualized his hand slipping up and tugging the fabric, spilling her fabulous tits out for his hands and mouth to ravage. His blood quickened. And not for the first time that night he wasn’t picky about location, only about what he wanted to do to her.
“No, sir. That would be against general orders.”
He inched closer, so close he felt the lurch of her heart against his chest. Dipping his mouth to the smooth skin of her neck, he whispered, “GO doesn’t apply to undercover.” He knew he played dirty the minute he ran the length of his tongue up behind her ear and nipped the soft flesh there. She moaned, arching against him. She tasted warm and sweet, like honey. His cock twinged hard. He couldn’t resist running his fingertips across her taut belly and toying with her belly button jewel.
“Mr. Masters, please, I’m working.”
Very reluctantly he retreated an inch, grinning at her pretend coyness. “You’re working all right. Working me into a lather.”
He stepped back from her and the rush of cool air reminded him he had a case to solve.
Phil got a quick grip. While she’d like to pretend that as Kat she could play no holds barred, pragmatic Phil wielded her way into the equation. She wasn’t so sure how she felt about the interloper.
Ty’s hands slid up her arms, then down before releasing her. In painful awareness, Phil realized his release was the last thing she wanted. That fact astounded her. It must be the hormones bouncing around the club. Somehow they’d gotten under her skin.
“Unless you want to take this a step further, outside of work, don’t play with me.” Ty’s husky voice sent ripples of desire through her body.
Phil swallowed hard, consciously pulling herself out of the erogenous zone that was Ty Jamerson. Literally she shook herself and wondered where the hell all that sex play came from. She was Philamina Marie Zorn, preacher’s granddaughter, and while she could play Kat, it was only to those who believed she was a cocktail server at Klub Kashmir.
There was history with Ty, slight though it was, and he could hurt her. Her heart slammed against her chest. Yes, he could hurt her. Break her heart if she let him. Realization swarmed her practical mind. Vulnerability made you weak, and she needed to be strong. Strong for her own self-preservation, and strong and focused for the case. They had three missing women to find. She wouldn’t jeopardize their lives by being caught off guard.
Ty moved back, giving her more space. She didn’t need to look down to his tented crotch to know he was aroused. She’d felt him rise against her belly, and while she took a perverse pleasure in being the one to cause his erection, she also felt like a tease, and not a nice one. Not that Ty Jamerson deserved nice. But, grudgingly, she had to give him kudos for keeping his hands to himself and being on top of every horny asshole in the place who wanted to get his fingers in her pants.
“I…ah, sir, I was just getting into
Wanting control, Phil struggled for composure. Tilting her head up, she stood on her tiptoes until she came almost eye-to-eye with him. Ty’s lids hooded his dark green eyes in sexy languidness. She sucked in her bottom lip, then licked it. It gave her supreme satisfaction to watch his full lips tighten and hear the subtle hitch of his breath.
“Mr. Masters, I aim to please.”
CHAPTER SIX
“O fficer Zorn, are you coming on to me?”
The heat in Phil’s eyes told the truth, but he wanted to hear it from her lips. He was more than intrigued—he was fascinated.
Phil shook her head, sending her hair cascading down her back. Her full breasts bobbed against the confines of her skimpy top. He visualized his hand slipping up and tugging the fabric, spilling her fabulous tits out for his hands and mouth to ravage. His blood quickened. And not for the first time that night he wasn’t picky about location, only about what he wanted to do to her.
“No, sir. That would be against general orders.”
He inched closer, so close he felt the lurch of her heart against his chest. Dipping his mouth to the smooth skin of her neck, he whispered, “GO doesn’t apply to undercover.” He knew he played dirty the minute he ran the length of his tongue up behind her ear and nipped the soft flesh there. She moaned, arching against him. She tasted warm and sweet, like honey. His cock twinged hard. He couldn’t resist running his fingertips across her taut belly and toying with her belly button jewel.
“Mr. Masters, please, I’m working.”
Very reluctantly he retreated an inch, grinning at her pretend coyness. “You’re working all right. Working me into a lather.”
He stepped back from her and the rush of cool air reminded him he had a case to solve.
Phil got a quick grip. While she’d like to pretend that as Kat she could play no holds barred, pragmatic Phil wielded her way into the equation. She wasn’t so sure how she felt about the interloper.
Ty’s hands slid up her arms, then down before releasing her. In painful awareness, Phil realized his release was the last thing she wanted. That fact astounded her. It must be the hormones bouncing around the club. Somehow they’d gotten under her skin.
“Unless you want to take this a step further, outside of work, don’t play with me.” Ty’s husky voice sent ripples of desire through her body.
Phil swallowed hard, consciously pulling herself out of the erogenous zone that was Ty Jamerson. Literally she shook herself and wondered where the hell all that sex play came from. She was Philamina Marie Zorn, preacher’s granddaughter, and while she could play Kat, it was only to those who believed she was a cocktail server at Klub Kashmir.
There was history with Ty, slight though it was, and he could hurt her. Her heart slammed against her chest. Yes, he could hurt her. Break her heart if she let him. Realization swarmed her practical mind. Vulnerability made you weak, and she needed to be strong. Strong for her own self-preservation, and strong and focused for the case. They had three missing women to find. She wouldn’t jeopardize their lives by being caught off guard.
Ty moved back, giving her more space. She didn’t need to look down to his tented crotch to know he was aroused. She’d felt him rise against her belly, and while she took a perverse pleasure in being the one to cause his erection, she also felt like a tease, and not a nice one. Not that Ty Jamerson deserved nice. But, grudgingly, she had to give him kudos for keeping his hands to himself and being on top of every horny asshole in the place who wanted to get his fingers in her pants.
“I…ah, sir, I was just getting into
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