too damned hard to let the need to wet his cock in Monty’s pussy ruin this for him.
And hell if the spiteful look in her eyes didn’t get to him.
Had she just set him up?
When he’d entered the room, she’d been surprised. No matter how much she tried to hide it, the chemistry still sparked. No woman had ever messed with his head so much. Either one of his heads.
No wonder Kincaid was willing to go to such insane lengths to have Monty in his life.
Ian wasn’t complaining. Gerard’s obsession with Monty was the man’s weakness, was the weak link that would allow Ian to make him pay.
But at the moment, Gerard wanted Monty hidden away. Something big was going to take place, something that had sent Gerard to London, curtailing his sexual interlude with Monty.
Gut instinct told Ian whatever was going on involved the Degassi. Which was why he resented being assigned Monty’s watch guard.
Then again, being Monty’s watch guard came with perks.
He watched her saunter naked as a jaybird to the walk-in closet and grab some clothing. Skintight black leather pants and a tank. Monty wasn’t dressing for Gerard. She was dressing for action.
And not the kind she’d already gotten at least twice today.
“Grab whatever you need for a couple of days. We’re out of here,” he told her when she finished zipping up her black boots.
“Where’s Gerard? We’re meeting him?”
“Yes.” He left it at that. Knowledge was on a need to know basis and the less Monty knew the better.
He laced his fingers with hers and tugged her toward the doorway.
“Wait,” she demanded, digging into the plush carpet with her boots. “I need to get something.”
“There’s no time.”
“There was time to fuck me.”
“Which completely obliterated all our extra time.”
She rolled her eyes, pulled lose and marched past him. He followed her to Gerard’s office.
After less than thirty seconds of watching her examine the room, he leaned against the doorjamb. “It’s not in here, you know.”
Her gaze shot to his. “What?”
“The Degassi.”
She gave him a blank look. “What are you talking about?”
He laughed at her feigned ignorance. “If there’s a valuable jewel anywhere near, you’re looking for it.”
She paused, looked thoughtful. “So it’s real then. After seeing you, I’d wondered.”
“How did you learn of the Degassi?” He’d keep his cool, see how much she’d tell him.
She sized him up, bore her teeth in a fake smile. “Like you said, if there’s a valuable jewel…”
He laughed. “Well, it’s not in here so save yourself the trouble.”
“No trouble,” she assured, resuming her search.
“Don’t trust me?”
“Not in the slightest. All you’ve done is lie to me. Not to mention that you work for Gerard.”
She was right. He’d told her one lie after another. All in the name of work. Still, it irked to hear her point out his flaws so nonchalantly.
“What’s loverboy going to say if he discovers you plan to steal the Degassi?” he asked, watching her give the room a once over without leaving anything looking disturbed. Damn, she was good.
“You let me worry about Gerard. Besides,” her lips twitched and her eyes held a beguiling light, “perhaps he’ll give it to me as a wedding gift.”
Ian sucked in a breath. Knowing she was teasing, he still couldn’t contain his gut-wrenching reaction. “You wouldn’t marry him.”
“I might.” The determined tilt to her chin said she would just to spite him. “What’s it to you?”
“Probably my job since you can’t keep your legs closed around me and I doubt Kincaid will approve of you screwing the hired help.”
Her gaze narrowed, shooting sparks of hatred toward him. Good. Because what happened earlier really couldn’t happen again. Gerard would fire him. Or worse.
“Gerard doesn’t dictate what, or who, I do. Not now, not ever. Got it?”
The fire in her eyes was worth baiting her more, but they really were
And hell if the spiteful look in her eyes didn’t get to him.
Had she just set him up?
When he’d entered the room, she’d been surprised. No matter how much she tried to hide it, the chemistry still sparked. No woman had ever messed with his head so much. Either one of his heads.
No wonder Kincaid was willing to go to such insane lengths to have Monty in his life.
Ian wasn’t complaining. Gerard’s obsession with Monty was the man’s weakness, was the weak link that would allow Ian to make him pay.
But at the moment, Gerard wanted Monty hidden away. Something big was going to take place, something that had sent Gerard to London, curtailing his sexual interlude with Monty.
Gut instinct told Ian whatever was going on involved the Degassi. Which was why he resented being assigned Monty’s watch guard.
Then again, being Monty’s watch guard came with perks.
He watched her saunter naked as a jaybird to the walk-in closet and grab some clothing. Skintight black leather pants and a tank. Monty wasn’t dressing for Gerard. She was dressing for action.
And not the kind she’d already gotten at least twice today.
“Grab whatever you need for a couple of days. We’re out of here,” he told her when she finished zipping up her black boots.
“Where’s Gerard? We’re meeting him?”
“Yes.” He left it at that. Knowledge was on a need to know basis and the less Monty knew the better.
He laced his fingers with hers and tugged her toward the doorway.
“Wait,” she demanded, digging into the plush carpet with her boots. “I need to get something.”
“There’s no time.”
“There was time to fuck me.”
“Which completely obliterated all our extra time.”
She rolled her eyes, pulled lose and marched past him. He followed her to Gerard’s office.
After less than thirty seconds of watching her examine the room, he leaned against the doorjamb. “It’s not in here, you know.”
Her gaze shot to his. “What?”
“The Degassi.”
She gave him a blank look. “What are you talking about?”
He laughed at her feigned ignorance. “If there’s a valuable jewel anywhere near, you’re looking for it.”
She paused, looked thoughtful. “So it’s real then. After seeing you, I’d wondered.”
“How did you learn of the Degassi?” He’d keep his cool, see how much she’d tell him.
She sized him up, bore her teeth in a fake smile. “Like you said, if there’s a valuable jewel…”
He laughed. “Well, it’s not in here so save yourself the trouble.”
“No trouble,” she assured, resuming her search.
“Don’t trust me?”
“Not in the slightest. All you’ve done is lie to me. Not to mention that you work for Gerard.”
She was right. He’d told her one lie after another. All in the name of work. Still, it irked to hear her point out his flaws so nonchalantly.
“What’s loverboy going to say if he discovers you plan to steal the Degassi?” he asked, watching her give the room a once over without leaving anything looking disturbed. Damn, she was good.
“You let me worry about Gerard. Besides,” her lips twitched and her eyes held a beguiling light, “perhaps he’ll give it to me as a wedding gift.”
Ian sucked in a breath. Knowing she was teasing, he still couldn’t contain his gut-wrenching reaction. “You wouldn’t marry him.”
“I might.” The determined tilt to her chin said she would just to spite him. “What’s it to you?”
“Probably my job since you can’t keep your legs closed around me and I doubt Kincaid will approve of you screwing the hired help.”
Her gaze narrowed, shooting sparks of hatred toward him. Good. Because what happened earlier really couldn’t happen again. Gerard would fire him. Or worse.
“Gerard doesn’t dictate what, or who, I do. Not now, not ever. Got it?”
The fire in her eyes was worth baiting her more, but they really were
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