She couldn’t drag her gaze away from his as he glided a finger inside her. She blushed at the sound of her moan, and Eric smiled with appreciation.
He slid another finger into her core and her hips undulated from the invasion.
“What are you thinking about?” he taunted.
She wouldn’t give up that easily. “I was wondering where I put my parking stub.”
“Liar,” he said with a chuckle as he teased her intimately.
Her breath came out in little puffs. “I can’t remember which floor I parked on.”
His hand fell away. Julie groaned with disappointment. She’d pushed it too far, determined to win the challenge. She should have remembered how fragile a man’s ego was.
Eric bent down and placed his mouth against her sex. Julie gasped at his audacity. Her breath caught in her throat as he flicked his tongue.
“Eric!” She grabbed his hair with her fingers. Eric knew exactly how to give her maximum pleasure. Within seconds her hips jerked and bucked against his mouth. A soft climax rippled through her.
Eric crawled up her body as sweat beaded on her hot skin. “Stay the night.” It was part command, part plea.
Her arms and legs felt heavy as she curled them around Eric. “How can I say no when you asked me so nicely.”
He parted her legs and pressed his cock against her. She tilted her hips in invitation. “But tomorrow,” she said, “you’re sleeping over at my place.”
Eric froze. For one heart-stopping moment Julie thought she had made a mistake. She spoke like a girlfriend. She shouldn’t have made demands on his time. She had no right.
“Your place?” he asked gruffly as he braced his hands on either side of her head. He stared at her face, looking intently into her eyes. “Are you sure?”
Julie realized her request pleased him. “Yes.” She exhaled as he slowly entered her. “I might even make dinner for you.”
“Dinner,” he repeated.
He spoke in a daze as if a quiet night and a home-cooked meal were a deep, dark fantasy of his. If only. “Will you come home with me?” she asked in a whisper.
His forehead touched hers. “Yes, Julie,” he said softly. “Tell me when and I’ll be there.”
11
ERIC RESTED HIS ARMS on the bar, struggling with the sense of déjà vu. The nightclub was dark and crowded. Music pulsed from the tiled floors and mirrored walls. The scent of perfume, alcohol and sweat filled the air. It was another Friday night, another premarital screening. Same nightclub in Bellevue, same procedure. Only this time he couldn’t find their decoy.
He surveyed the area but didn’t see Julie. It was strange. She enjoyed being a decoy but she wasn’t honing in on the target. Sometimes he thought she had more fun preparing her alias than the actual assignment, but that could be wishful thinking on his part.
Where was Julie? He looked around again. He didn’t want to spend all night at the club. He only had a few more days before he left for D.C. and he didn’t want to spend it on work. He wanted to spend it with Julie alone.
He had worked hard to find Perry’s agency more premarital screening assignments. It was paying the bills and there would be no layoffs for now.
He frowned as he counted how many days he had left in the Seattle area. He didn’t like to think about it, but there was no future for him here. Julie had opened her home to him and they shared all their time together in the past week, but he knew not to read too much into it.
Julie was only interested in a fling. A walk in the wild side. She didn’t need any guidance, he thought with a smile, but he was glad she had chosen him. Julie Kent may look innocent, but she managed to turn him inside out.
He punched in Asia’s cell phone number. The moment his second-in-command answered, Eric asked, “Where is Julie?”
“She’s in the nightclub, I’m guessing.”