Sexual Games [The Heroes of Silver Springs 8] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF

and his cock pulsed in sheer agony.
    “I’m sure you will,” Cameron dared to say, then turned and walked swiftly back to the elevator, feeling Thaddeus’s heated gaze on him with every retreating step.

Chapter Two
     
    Mallory kept her speed to the posted limit, driving through the Waterston streets with one hand on the wheel and the other on the console gearshift. She hoped she painted the picture for laid-back cool even though everything inside her was tied in knots. A tension-filled silence tainted the air inside her Lexus. Jackson hadn’t said much since getting into the car. She’d noticed him scoping the area as she’d pulled away from the woods where she’d found him and could almost see the wheels turning in his head in full FBI mode.
    “What happened tonight?” She glanced at him and desire tightened another knot in her core. He looked the same as he had when their paths had crossed earlier that day at HQ. He had the same effect on her now, too. Everything from his shiny black shoes with a black Armani suit and tie over a crisp white button-down shirt to his utilitarian-cut brown hair screamed agent-licious. The man was sexy as sin and dangerously yummy. Okay, so she was guessing on the yummy part. In all her years of chasing after him, he’d never allowed his control to slip even for a kiss.
    He’d held her, though. In a moment of apparent weakness after she’d finally pushed him too far, he’d drawn her against him and short-circuited every sense in her body. She’d fit against him like a long-lost puzzle piece, her pliant curves to his solid frame, and she’d known he felt it, too. When he held her, he couldn’t hide his attraction to her, couldn’t hide the need she so often saw brewing in his stormy gray eyes. That had been the first and only time he’d admitted aloud that he wanted her.
    Then he’d made the threat that stayed with her till this day, released her, and walked away.
    Beside her, Jackson shook his head and continued staring out the passenger-door window. “I’d prefer to only tell the story once, at the office when we get everyone rounded up.”
    “Were you hurt?” She started to slow for a stale yellow then gauged the distance too close to stop. She punched the gas, gliding the car beneath the traffic light just as it turned red. She glanced at him. The fleeting red glow illuminated the muscle ticking in his jaw.
    “Not physically,” he answered dryly, not looking at her. “My ego took a hell of a blow, though.”
    Mallory knew what it cost him to admit that. Tough as nails, stuffy, and often a pompous ass, Jackson Graham didn’t let much penetrate his steely shell, especially on the job. He was a robot, or at least that’s what he preferred people to believe. He kept his emotions hidden, on and off assignment.
    Except for that one time.
    Yeah, and that one time had scared her to the tips of her toes.
    “I apologize for pulling you away from Cinderella’s.”
    He made the conversational shift before she could prod for more answers. She let it go, finding a string of patience within herself to latch onto until they reached HQ.
    “It’s no big deal. I was considering leaving when you called anyway.” That was a half-truth, but she went with it. She’d really been debating on another drink, a dance with Jim, possibly more.
    “Considering?” Jackson finally looked at her, his expression blank, guarded. “Was there something that might have kept you there if I hadn’t called?”
    Should she tell him? Would it help her mission or hinder it? Making Jackson jealous had never worked for her before. That was if she’d ever managed to make him jealous in the past. If she had, he damn sure never let it show.
    “I thought about staying for another drink, maybe a dance or two.” As she said it, she felt herself slip into you-want-to-fuck-me mode. She’d been playing the game with Jackson for years, laying it on thick, not attempting to hide an ounce of her attraction