Illicit Intuitions: Sensory Ops, Book 3 Read Free

for hours. His allure intoxicated her as effectively as shots of Patron Silver. His power could be detrimental if she allowed it to interfere in her case. “Why are you so intent on seeing me as a liar?”
    “Because you’re intent on proceeding with more evasions than answers.”
    “You’re a suspicious man, Dr. H.” Ava cocked her head and boldly scanned him with her gaze. Bubbles of desire burst in her belly. “That and the way you have insulated yourself within your one-letter name must make life lonely for you.”
    “On the contrary. It minimizes life’s complications.”
    His inexpressive stare dared her to show her real self. To turn his belief that she was a liar into a reality.
    He was doomed to disappointment. “And you see me as such a complication.”
    He smiled.  
    It was little more than a minimalistic lift to one side of his mouth, but with it, his entire façade altered. His ruggedly appealing face brightened. Became approachable.
    One quirk of his mouth and he morphed in to the dark-haired man of danger with a soft inner shell women wove into fantasies.
    One quirk of his mouth and the temptation awakened to discover his taste and know the feel of his whiskers against her skin.
    One quirk of his kissable mouth turned him into a complication.
    “I see you, Ms. Sebastian, as a challenge.”
    She had him. He wouldn’t allow her to leave this room until he secured the opportunity for more answers. Until he was certain he would have the chance to figure her out.
    She turned fully and leaned her back against the wall. Calling on skills of seduction she’d learned from Madame V and her girls, Ava traced a fingernail down the center of his chest and continued until encountering the waistband of his shorts. “Professionally or personally?”
    “We will begin in the morning at seven a.m. Wear a suit.”
    Satisfaction had her smiling. What they would do in the morning didn’t matter. She’d won their first match. She’d gained access to the private Dr. H who had cut himself off from everything…including his birth name.
    He shook his head and reached past her for the door handle. His hand brushed her hip. A lightning-quick bolt of consciousness shot through her and fluttered in her gut with erotic reverberations.
    He canted forward, erasing the inches between them. A hand gripped her hip and pushed her against the door. His mouth descended.
    Her tongue swiped across her lips and brushed his. With a groan, he drove his tongue into her mouth and devoured.
    Buzzing erupted in her scalp. Hesitant desire that couldn’t be ignored and didn’t feel as if it belonged to her alone filled her. The impression overrode thought and senses until her vision blurred. Her body trembled as if her muscles had been overworked.
    Tongues brushed, lips pressed, bodies begged. Her panties were damp and she was whimpering when he pulled back.
    She’d gone from close to potentially too close.
    He wasn’t her lover. He hadn’t given her an orgasm. But he did arouse her.

Chapter Two
    He shouldn’t have kissed her, but damn if it hadn’t been amazing.
    Now, like a fool, he watched from behind the dark-tinted windows in his lobby until Ms. Sebastian got into her car and drove away. She hadn’t looked back with those brilliant eyes shining with intelligence or fidgeted or pulled out her phone to make any calls. She’d remained as relaxed as she’d been in his lab.
    He’d screwed up by kissing her, by inviting her back, but he had to know more about her.
    “Staring after her isn’t going to make you want her less, H.”
    “Who says I want her?” H turned to find his sister, Dana, leaning against the wall with a smug smirk on her pixie-like mouth.
    “You. With your body and your thoughts.”
    He shrugged and turned back to the window. Dana had been with him through the hell of Eston White. When they’d gained their freedom and he’d wanted to take an entirely new name to make hiding from Eston White easier, she’d