Free Trey: Red, Hot & Blue, Book 1 by Cat Johnson Page A

he fake making love to her? Maybe pull the sheet over them and feign the motions? Would Carly get it and go along with the charade? More importantly, would some movement hidden beneath the covers be enough to capture and hold the guards’ interest enough for the team to extract Jimmy? Probably not. Then a stroke of brilliance hit him.
    “Hey, baby. Get up and strip for me the way you used to.”
    Her eyes opened wide and he feared she might slap him. He remembered their conversation on the plane when he teased her.
    Just don’t expect me to dance for you .
    We’ll see.
    That’s what he got for joking around on an op as important as this one. He opened his eyes wider and shook his head slightly. Hopefully his movement wasn’t noticeable enough for the terrorists to pick up on it.
    “Don’t look so mad, sweetheart. I know you gave that life up when we got married, but it turns me on. I really need you to do it for me right now. Okay?”
    He could see by the expression on her face she was confused as hell by his request, but had remembered the surveillance and knew she couldn’t question him. The muscles in her throat worked as she swallowed hard. “Okay, baby. Anything for you. I just don’t know how good I’ll be. You know, without my costumes and music and all.”
    She was nervous and a horrible actress under pressure, but he had to believe the guards watching them wouldn’t notice once they got a good look at her body in motion.
    “The camera is behind the mirror.” Matt’s voice in his ear reminded him again just how public this whole situation was. So why was he rock hard at the thought of it?
    Trey got out of bed and, ignoring the tent in his pajamas, walked to where Carly had abandoned the high heels earlier. He picked them up and carried them to where she still lay. Extending a hand, he took hers and pulled her upright. While she sat on the edge of the mattress he kneeled. Talking one delicate foot in his hand, he drew it toward his mouth and kissed the arch of her instep. She trembled as he slid one shoe on.
    Turning his attention to the other foot, he kissed his way from her ankle to her big toe, before drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it. Carly drew in a deep breath. If her toes were this sensitive, what the hell would her reaction be if he sucked on a more intimate part of her? That thought had him beginning to tremble as all his psychological training flew right out the window.
    Training. Bullshit. What military genius had thought any red-blooded man could make love to an attractive woman and not be affected in some way by it?
    Thrusting the thought out of his mind, he moved this public seduction along and slipped the second shoe on. Then he leaned over to hit the power button on the television. The channel that automatically came on played music to accompany the hotel information written on the screen. He’d discovered that earlier while eating his pizza.
    As the soft generic music filled the room, he pulled a chair over to the end of the bed and then motioned Carly over with the crook of one finger. “Come here, baby.”
    She rose from the bed and teetered over in the heels. He couldn’t help thinking how great they made her legs look.
    Standing her in front of the mirror, he sat in the chair. “There, sweetheart. Dance right there in front of the mirror for me.”
    She looked a bit frightened, but Trey figured since she was facing him and not the camera, it didn’t matter. Hating he’d put her in such an uncomfortable situation, he felt even worse as he watched her hips start to sway. His body’s reaction was clearly visible to both of them.
    Her eyes dropped to the erection evident in the too-damn-thin silk pajama bottoms. Instead of it freaking her out, she reacted in the totally opposite way. She lifted her chin a bit, closed her eyes and started to really dance for him.
    Turning in time to the rhythm of the music, she spun to face the mirror. Her eyes opened and their gazes met