Free Mercy by HelenKay Dimon Page A

phrase it.” Her words came out slowly as her gaze followed his hands.
    “I’m stating a fact.” He shrugged out of his shirt and threw it in a heap on the chair next to the bed.
    “It’s a matter of perception. From where I sit you were the liar.”
    “I’m not going to argue with you about the drugs, because they were not mine.” Rather than dwell on her words, he shoved his pants the rest of the way down his legs.
    “So you say.”
    “Put the pillow down.” He spared her a glance as he kicked off the last of his clothes. When he noticed she hadn’t moved, he tried to make his command clearer. “Now.”
    “Jarrett, you don’t need to order me around.” The pillow moved against her as her breathing grew heavier. “I’m not fighting you about having sex. I said I was yours and I meant it.”
    “Happy to hear it.” He took off the condom and wrapped a hand around his cock. “Move the pillow.”
    She eased her hold on it. “You need to know you can’t break me.”
    “An interesting concept.” He watched her as she eased her legs apart. “Why do you think I want to?”
    “Experience.”
    “While we’re on that subject, you know what I like.” Her mouth over him until his cock slid down her throat. Her riding him. Him sucking those nipples. He planned to run through every mind-blowing step then go downstairs and not let it touch him. Pretend it never happened.
    “Does that mean the interrogation is over?” she asked.
    “Come over here and we’ll see.”
    He expected a battle. It wasn’t until she dropped the pillow on the mattress and showed him those breasts that he realized he was not the only one using sex to his advantage. She avoided his question. Expertly.
    Damn her
.
    When she sprawled against his thighs and her fingers skimmed down his cock, he fought off the sensations rippling through him. With a hand under her chin he lifted her head. “Tell me the rest.”
    She blinked several times. “What?”
    “Why do you need
me
specifically and not some other guy you fucked on the job?” He cupped her cheek and didn’t let her turn away. “If you want to be treated as more than a sex toy, you might want to try the truth.”
    “Sex toy?”
    “Is there a term you’d prefer?”
    When he let go, she dropped her head to the side, sending her hair falling over his bare thighs. Seeing that, feeling the gentle touch, had the air punching against the walls of his chest. She started talking a second before he forgot his plan and dragged her up to straddle him.
    “Your computer system,” she said.
    His mind rushed to catch up with his dick. “Excuse me?”
    “I need access to your computer system with its rotating IP addresses and bouncing signal through proxy servers and whatever else you have that will ensure no one backtracks the snooping to me.”
    He framed her face with his hands and forced her to give him full eye contact again. Not that she couldn’t lie without blinking, but he wanted to make the task difficult at least. “You think I’m handing you my passwords?”
    She nodded. “And opening your Rolodex, or whatever electronic version you have of one. Might be I need your contacts to dig deep enough to figure out why everything went sideways on Spectrum and who placed the order to kill off the team.”
    He wasn’t sure if he should be impressed by her hubris or stunned by her insanity. “Ignoring the fact none of that is ever going to happen, if you do manage to get to ground zero on this fact-finding mission, what then?”
    “I convince the person doing the attacking to leave me alone.”
    He snapped his fingers. “Just like that, huh?” But he knew she wasn’t talking about a friendly chat. She was a survivor and would take down whoever got in the way.
    “Yes.”
    Looks like insanity won the day. “No way any of that is going to happen.”
    “We can set up any parameters you want.” She crawled up his body, stopping when her knees touched the outside of his hips.