Free His Undercover Princess (Tempt Me) by Avery Flynn Page B

eyes darkened as his gaze dipped to her mouth.
    The air crackled with possibility and promise. Her nipples strained against the cruel confines of her sports bra, and it took everything she had not to moan out loud and grind her hot center against him. Even if she could wriggle free from him, she didn’t want to—a recurring motif over the past few days. The more she moved away, the closer she got to him. Over the past few days, she’d learned the compound’s layout, familiarized herself with the security personnel and their procedures, and filched a set of car keys and a thick stack of unmarked bills from the kitchen cookie jar. Yet here she was, hoping like hell that he’d rip her pants off and pound into her until she came all over his hard cock. She wanted it despite knowing she shouldn’t—maybe for that exact reason—and even with knowing there were surveillance cameras in the room.
    “It seems no matter what you do, you keep ending up on your back beneath me.”
    With his fingers around her wrists as the epicenter, desire spread out over her skin, making her breasts heavy and her core ache. “I have no idea how that happens.”
    His jaw hardened, the vein at his temple going into overdrive, and time stopped moving. The rest of the world fell away, and her hips arched upward of their own volition, the need for contact overwhelming her better judgment. He was iron against her slick softness. Dom squeezed his brilliant blue eyes closed, glorious torture etched into every line on his face. Then he sprang up to a standing position, his hands fisted.
    “You ready to go again?” He settled his stance and let his arms fall loose at his sides.
    Pulse racing through her tingling body like a runaway train propelled by a nitro boost, she fought to regain her composure, like she always seemed to be doing around this man. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
    He laughed but didn’t come closer, didn’t offer her a hand up as he usually did. Looked like she wasn’t the only one affected by their constant proximity. A few days ago her plan had been to use that to her benefit. Now she had everything she needed to escape, but she was still here torturing herself by teasing the Viking warrior who meant to lock her away in a castle. What in the hell was wrong with her?
    Dom circled her, stalking her as he prepared another attack. “Did I mention this place has its own movie theater and access to almost every movie on the face of the earth?”
    She rolled into a sitting position, sweat dripping down her neck and exhaustion making her limbs heavy now that he wasn’t touching her. “That’s not fair.”
    He’d scored a direct hit to her weakest point without a single swing. No one knew her like the Netflix recommendations algorithm. Movies were her drug of choice, especially the old black-and-white romances. When deciding what color to dye her hair as part of her I’m-not-Princess-Eloise disguise, she’d almost gone with Audrey Hepburn black, but with her pale Nordic skin it would have looked more Morticia Addams than Sabrina, so she’d gone with Nancy Drew strawberry blond instead.
    “One last go-around and winner gets to pick the movie,” he said and set the timer on his cell phone to four minutes.
    She leaped up and eyed him for weaknesses; after all, he had to have at least one. “Your ass is mine, Dom.”
    “Talk dirty to me all you want, Elle, I’m still going to win.” He smirked, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling up at the corners, and hit the start button on the timer. “Just like I always do.”
    Not this time. “We’ll see about that.”
    She lunged. He bobbed and weaved. And so it began again. A few sweaty minutes later, she was standing above Dom, adrenaline coursing through her veins, with her foot resting gently on his windpipe. “I’m sensing a chick flick in your future.”
    He rolled, and she tumbled. Her cheek ended up flat against the vinyl mat that smelled of Dom—a trademark-worthy