Free Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club #4) by Nikki Sloane Page A

nails, and I’d felt tremendous pride she’d gotten the role.
    The woman in charge of the Chicago Marshals was Silas’s sister? I couldn’t imagine she’d like a Fed fucking around with her brother, and she’d be even less thrilled about me being undercover during it.
    His fingers began to move, bringing me back to the situation until I was painfully aware. My mind fought against it, but my body screamed for release. I moaned when the heel of his palm ground against my clit, and sparks of pleasure shot from his touch.
    “How,” he asked, “does a cop end up working at Joseph’s club? That place isn’t exactly on the up-and-up.”
    I was already busy thinking of how to deescalate the situation and couldn’t follow his question. “What?”
    “You talk like a cop. You act like a cop.” His hand continued to thrust into me. In, and out, at a pace the illogical side of me thought was so fucking good.
    “I’m . . . an accountant.” This wasn’t a lie. I’d gotten my degree in accounting. “Not a cop. What do you mean I act like one?”
    He was back to staring at my mouth again, the same lust glazing his eyes. “I grew up in a family of cops, so I notice the little things, same as you.”
    He dipped his head down. His cheek was against mine, and he began to drag the sharp edges of his scruff across my skin, making his way toward my lips. I inhaled sharply at the sensation, but all that did was make him harder to resist. He smelled good, like soap and pine.
    His voice was soft but confident. “Like how you evaluate the room. I bet you can tell me where all the exits are.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, pumping his fingers inside my panties. “It’s your eyes. They’re always moving.” I shuddered as an orgasm began to threaten. “You’ve got cop eyes.”
    “I’m not a cop.” I turned my head away from his and buried it in my arm. It probably made me look guilty, but I didn’t like the idea of coming while he was studying me. I’d shown him enough vulnerability today.
    It’s not like I could tell him the full truth. I’d sought Silas on Joseph’s recommendation. Even though Joseph didn’t run the club anymore, it’d take all of a second for my cover to be blown to shit.
    I knew I should stop Silas, but my greedy body overruled it. Instead, I moved to match his strokes. I let my pussy bear down on his fingers, trying to pull him deeper inside. I wanted him to yank my pants down, shove his cock inside me, and take me to oblivion. Since I’d turned away, he took to kissing my neck. A line of goosebumps lifted in eager response. Hell, every part of me wanted to be closer to him.
    “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered. Oh, how the tables had turned.
    His fingers retreated, but only so he could focus them directly on my clit, manipulating it with skill. My legs trembled and his grip on my wrists became support, rather than restraint. I sank my teeth into the soft muscle of my own arm, trying to keep quiet. Struggling not to come. Because if I came, I’d feel obligated to return the favor, and I should end this before it was too late.
    Yet I couldn’t form the words.
    “You want me to stop?” He asked it, genuinely confused.
    “This is a bad idea.”
    “That’s not an answer.” His hand withdrew and settled on my hip, right where my jeans sat, his wet fingers brushing over my bare skin above. “Look at me.”
    I turned my glare his direction. I was annoyed he’d stopped, annoyed with the situation . . . and so sexually frustrated I could barely breathe. His expression was serious, but no less attractive.
    “I’m asking if you want me to stop.”
    The correct answer was yes , but I went with the honest one instead. “No.”
    He fisted one side of my jeans and tugged them down over a hipbone. I brought my legs closer together as he hurried to the other side to repeat the action until the top of my jeans and panties were pushed down below my ass. Out of his way so I was