Codename Summer (Undercover Embassy, Book Four) Read Free

elaborate epaulettes, left much of her red velvet bustier visible. The matching hat, combined with the fall of her long, silky hair, shielded her face from him, prolonging the anticipation.
    Malik held his breath, waiting for his suspicions to be confirmed, more than ready to begin the long-awaited battle of wills. She turned from the door and tossed back her hair, offering him a smart salute.
    “Good evening, Agent Wanatee.” A smile slowly bowed her lips as she added, “It’s been a long time.”
    Their gazes locked and reality paused as awareness arced between them. It had always been like this with Saroji, only with Saroji. She fascinated him, challenged him and infuriated him all at the same time.
    Her smoky blue gaze searched his face, intense and expectant. If she was waiting for him to react to her “surprise” she’d be sorely disappointed. It was his suspicion that she was Summer that had turned moderate curiosity into obsession.
    “Does your brother know about your fondness for role-playing, or is this arrangement between you and Mistress Autumn?” He stalked toward her, unable to bear their separation a moment longer.
    “Should I be jealous?” She held her ground, sultry gaze locked with his. “You haven’t seen me in over a year and your first thought is of my brother?”
    He snatched the hat from her head and tossed it aside. “Did you miss me?” He advanced again, backing her against the door. “Do you close your eyes and think of me while your customers are on top of you?” The thought both excited and repelled him. He wanted his image lodged securely in her mind, but thinking of anyone else touching her sent fury ricocheting through his spirit.
    “I’m here with you now.” She bit her bottom lip, her lashes sweeping down to shadow her eyes. “Nothing else matters.”
    “Spoken like a practiced whore!” He slapped his hands against the door on either side of her head, crowding her, caging her with his body. “Is turning tricks really better than being my mate? I could have provided for you and protected you.”
    “Spoken like a Gathosian pet.” She glared at him, breasts swelling with each agitated breath. “We might be fighting a losing battle but we’ll never surrender. We’ll die with our souls intact, which is more than I can say about you!”
    Her bitterness shouldn’t have surprised him, but it did. “You have a rather pronounced opinion of me, considering what little you know.”
    “Is this where you list your justifications for betraying your own people? The Gathosians are monsters. How can you willingly serve them?”
    Willingly? He almost laughed. No one willingly served the Gathosians and she knew it.
    He didn’t argue. It would be a waste of breath. She wasn’t ready to accept the truth or even listen to his side of the story. Their only common ground had always been passion. That would have to be enough, for now.
    He cupped her chin and tilted her head back. “Are you Saroji, my betrothed, or Summer, a skillful spy for the Resistance?”
    “I’m not your anything, so I guess that makes me Summer.”
     
    His gaze narrowed and Saroji wanted to pull back the words. She wanted his mouth on hers and his cock buried deep inside her, but not like this, not while anger and resentment hardened his gaze.
    “Fine by me.” He spun her around and placed her hands against the door. Then he kicked her feet apart and reached beneath her skirt, dragging her thong down around her knees. She waited for the brutal thrust of his cock, the fullness she so desperately needed. He ran his fingertips over her hips, up and down her thighs and across her ass cheeks.
    The restriction of her thong around her knees was oddly evocative, increasing the tension inside her. She wanted more, longed for the firm grasp of cuffs against her wrists and the security of cords around her ankles.
    His hand pushed between her thighs, his fingers barely grazing her folds. “You’re already wet.”