Chapter 10: Playing With Fire

“You really think I don’t know what you’re up to?” he whispered in my ear as we sat in the back of his car, leaving the gala. His breath was warm and close.

My heart started pounding. Did he figure out I was a spy? Did I mess up? I tried to stay cool and keep breathing.

“What do you mean?” I asked, acting confused. I shifted a little on his lap—he had pulled me onto him just a minute ago.

His hands moved up my legs, sliding my emerald dress higher. “You’re trying to distract me. Every time I ask who you really are, you pull this stunt.”

“What stunt?” I said, acting all innocent and trying hard to sound believable. I looked him straight in the eyes, hoping he'd buy it. I could see in his face that he was starting to think maybe I was telling the truth. I felt a bit of relief. He was still suspicious, but he didn’t really know what was going on.

“This,” he growled, grabbing my hips and pressing me down against him. “Using your body to throw me off.”

I gasped, feeling him through the thin fabric of my underwear. “Is it working?”

His eyes went dark as he stared at me. “For now.”

The driver couldn’t see us, thank god—the privacy screen was up. Lennox reached for my zipper and slowly pulled it down. The dress loosened around my chest.

“I saw you watching those guys,” he said quietly, sliding the dress off my shoulders. “At the gala. Who were they?”

“Just some creeps,” I said, shivering a little as the cool air touched my skin. “I had it under control.”

“I’m sure you did,” he muttered, staring at my black lace bra. “You always surprise me, Catherine…”

I told myself I wouldn’t let this happen again. But I had to shut him up before he got too close to the truth. So I kissed him hard, pressing my lips to his. He kissed me back right away, one hand in my hair, the other unclasping my bra like he’d done it a hundred times.

“Damn, you’re really turning me on,” he groaned, pulling back from the kiss to look at me. His eyes were wild, full of heat.

“Touch me,” I said, arching my back.

He didn’t wait. His mouth went to my chest, licking around my nipple before sucking hard. I moaned loud, forgetting everything—my mission, the Phoenix Project, all of it. All I could think about was how good it felt.

“Oh—fuck, yeah,” I gasped when his tongue brushed the sensitive spot. “Just like that.”

His hands were everywhere—grabbing my ass, running over my thighs, sliding between my legs. He felt how wet I already was through my underwear.

“You’re already soaked,” he growled against my skin. “Is this real? Or are you just acting again?”

“Does it matter?” I panted, moving against his fingers.

He looked up at me, eyes locked on mine. “Yeah. It matters.”

Before I could answer, he pushed my panties to the side and slid a finger inside me. I cried out and grabbed his shoulders.

“Tell me who you really are,” he said, curling his finger just right inside me.

“I’m... ahh... whoever you want tonight,” I said, barely able to speak.

He added another finger, moving slow and deep. “Not good enough.”

The car hit a bump, and his fingers went even deeper. I whimpered, getting close fast.

“Lennox, please…”

“Please what?” he said, rubbing my clit now too.

“Do it…” I moaned. And I meant it.

Something shifted in his face. He started moving faster, rougher. “You really can’t wait, huh?” he teased.

I reached down, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper. He lifted his hips to help. When I grabbed him, he was already hard.

“Fuck,” he groaned, leaning his head back against the seat. “That feels so good.”

I moved my hand on him slowly, watching his face tense with pleasure. His fingers were still inside me, moving in time with my strokes.

“Put it in me,” I whispered, kissing his neck. “Right now.”

He didn’t wait. He grabbed a condom from his pocket. I took it, opened it with my teeth, and slid it onto him.

“Damn, that’s hot,” he said, watching me.

I lifted my hips and got on top of him. We locked eyes as I slowly lowered myself, taking him in inch by inch.

“Oh my god,” I gasped. He felt even bigger than the first time.

“Fuck, Catherine,” he groaned, grabbing my hips tight. “You feel amazing.”

I started moving, rolling my hips. We both moaned. The car windows were fogging up.

“Harder,” he said, thrusting up into me. “Ride me harder.”

I did, bouncing on him as the car kept moving through the night. Every move made me forget everything—my mission, who I really was.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I kept saying, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Right there—don’t stop!”

“As you wish,” he smirked, letting go of my hip to grab my hair and pull me into a rough kiss.

His other hand moved between us and rubbed my clit. It was too much. I broke the kiss and cried out.

“I’m gonna come,” I said, my body moving faster and less steady.

“Look at me,” he said. “I want to see your face.”

I forced my eyes open and looked right at him as the pleasure hit hard. “Lennox! Oh god, Lennox!”

My body tightened around him, and that pushed him over the edge too. He thrust up hard one last time and groaned my fake name as he came.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, still connected. Then reality slowly came back.

I just slept with my target. Again. This was getting risky.

“Turn around,” he said, his voice low and rough.

“What?”

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, his eyes still full of heat. “Turn around. Face the front.”

I slowly lifted myself off him, wincing a bit at the feeling, then turned so my back was to him.

“On your knees,” he said, guiding me into place. “Hands on the seat in front of you.”

I did what he said. My dress was pushed up over my hips, and I suddenly felt very exposed. I heard him take off the used condom, then open a new one.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, running his hand over my butt. “You’re perfect.”

His fingers slid between my legs again, checking. I was still wet.

“Still want me?” he asked, lining himself up behind me.

“Yes,” I said softly. “Please.”

He pushed in slow, filling me from behind. It felt even deeper this way, and I let out a loud moan.

“Ohh fuck!”

“That’s it, baby,” he said, moving inside me. “Let me hear you.”

His thrusts were slow but deep, hitting all the right spots. One hand gripped my hip, the other reached around to touch my chest.

“Harder,” I begged, pushing back against him. “Please, harder!”

He listened, going faster. The sound of our bodies filled the car, mixed with our moans and breathless swears.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, leaning in to kiss my back. “So fucking good.”

“Don’t stop,” I said, feeling another climax coming. “I’m so close.”

He reached between my legs again, rubbing my clit. “Come for me, Catherine. Now.”

The way he said it pushed me over the edge. I came hard, my body shaking all over. He followed right after with a deep groan, slamming into me one last time.

We collapsed on the seat, breathing hard. I felt weak and totally drained. We stayed quiet for a few minutes.

Then the car slowed down. We were almost at his place. We quickly fixed our clothes, trying to look like nothing happened.

“The driver totally heard all that,” I said, blushing as I fixed my dress.

Lennox just shrugged, not even bothered. “He gets paid to keep quiet.”

As we fixed ourselves up, I saw him change right away. His face went cold again. The heat from earlier was gone. He was back in control.

“So that’s it?” I asked, annoyed at how fast he could shut off. “We just act like nothing happened again?”

“Isn’t that what you want?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Just sex. No feelings. No questions.”

I didn’t say anything. What could I say? He was right. Feelings would only mess up my mission.

The car stopped. Lennox fixed his tie and looked at me. “We both know what this is, Catherine. Don’t act like it’s more.”

His words hit harder than I expected. Before I could reply, he said, “I’ve got an early meeting tomorrow.”

That caught my attention. Spy mode kicked in. “The one Vivian talked about? What’s it about?”

His eyes changed. “Why do you care?"

“Just curious about my husband’s work,” I said casually, trying to play it cool.

He stared at me for a second, then leaned in close. “Curious enough to sneak into my office again? Or were you looking for something else that night?”

My heart dropped. He knew. He knew I tried to break in.

“I—”

“Don’t bother,” he cut me off. “Whatever you’re up to, Catherine, just remember one thing.” He grabbed my chin, making me look at him. “I’m always watching you.”

The car door opened. He let go and stepped out, then reached back to help me out. I took his hand, trying to stay calm, but one thought kept running through my head:

He knows more than he’s saying. And tomorrow, I might find out just how much.