Secret Identity (What's Her Secret?) (4 page)

“Fine. Come inside before some random person decides they desperately need a latte.” She moved aside to let him in then closed and locked the door behind him.

He moved up right behind her, not touching her but in her space in a way that made her instantly aware that they were alone for the first time. She fought to keep her breathing even, not from fear but from the almost overwhelming urge to pull him into the back and do something that didn’t require talking.

She turned to the side enough to look him in the eye. “What do we need to talk about?” she prompted, deliberately using his word choice.

He fixed her with a level gaze. “What you’re doing here and what answers you can give me about Harlan Coffman.”

She froze, running through her options in her head. Shit, she was alone in here with him. Her backup gun was in one of her cargo pockets, but she wasn’t sure that at this range she could get it out without him being able to stop her or take it away. Especially if he was, as was becoming evident, more than just a delivery guy.

She needed to put some distance between them, but as soon as she took a couple of steps back away, he followed her, his expression becoming concerned.

“Hey, don’t be scared.” He reached into his pocket and she tensed, preparing to fight back.

But instead of pulling out a weapon as she’d been expecting, he pulled out something else that caused her mouth to literally drop open in shock.

“Oh my God.”

Chapter Four

He raised his eyebrows, but before he could say anything, she grabbed his free hand. “Come in the back. Now.”

Sienna tugged him to get him going in the direction she wanted. Her mind was going a million miles a second and she couldn’t get him into the greater privacy of the office quickly enough.

As soon as they were both in there, she slammed the door behind him then held out her hand, impatiently beckoning for the familiar object in his.

He gave her the flat wallet while watching her closely.

She flipped it open and studied the badge inside, swallowing her surprise. “You’re a cop?”

“Sort of,” he answered, which was true. The DEA wasn’t exactly the local police.

When the hell had the Feds become involved and moreover, why the fuck hadn’t anyone told Sienna or her team? And why did she get the feeling that he didn’t know she was undercover?

She decided to play dumb. “What exactly seems to be the problem, officer?”

His expression didn’t change, but she could sense that he was assessing her. “Special Agent,” he corrected. “But you can just call me Greg.”

“Okay, Greg. Sorry. I don’t usually talk to law enforcement.” Yeah, that was a total lie, but whatever. “I don’t understand what this is all about.” That, on the other hand, was the utter truth.

“We’d like to have you come down to our office and answer some questions about Mr Coffman and about Primo Café in general.”

She felt like she was playing catch-up. What would her character say? “I’d be happy to, but I’m not sure if there’s much I can tell you. Especially about the café. I just started working here today to help out.”

“That’s fine. Whatever information you can give us would be helpful.”

Sienna hated to admit it—and never would under pain of death—but Greg was about ten times sexier now that she knew who he really was. It took a smart and focused person to get as far as he had, and intelligence was a huge turn-on for her.

It occurred to her for the first time that she now knew for certain that Greg wasn’t a suspect. Immediately her mind went to an area considerably lower on her body, which was already aching with the memory of what Greg and she had done on the dance floor the other night…and all the other things they could do. Yes, that night they’d both been breaking the rules—well, maybe
bending
them. But a bit of public dance-floor flirtation wasn’t the worst of what she’d heard about going on while undercover, not that she’d ever indulged before. Okay, so it had been more than flirtation, but still.

And now it wouldn’t even be an issue. At least from the standpoint of cop to potential suspect. Maybe it was still a bit dicey to become involved in any way with another person working the same case, but they weren’t even under the same jurisdiction.

If that was justifying her next action to herself, so be it. Her conscience was—mostly—clear. His? Greg could worry about that. The insane chemistry between them had to be dealt with. Now.

The adrenaline burst from the scene out by the door had finally faded and left in its wake a humming sort of arousal burning her from the inside out. She walked confidently forward until she was pressed against him.

Greg’s eyebrow went up with a smoothness she envied. “Can I help you?”

Her lips twitched with the effort it took not to smile in triumph. He wasn’t moving away, though he could easily. “Yes, you can.” She slid her hands into the back pockets of those tight uniform pants she’d admired earlier.

Almost at the same time, he put his arms around her in a similar embrace. Her cargo pants didn’t have rear pockets, but that didn’t faze him. Instead, he cupped her ass in those huge hands, molding and caressing it through the thick fabric.

“What can I do for you?” His voice had dropped in tone and volume to a husky, intimate near-whisper. He’d bent his head to speak near her ear, then lingered there. His nearly invisible, blond five-o’clock shadow rasped against her cheek and she shivered in response.

“You already did something for me. I think it’s time I did something for you.”

Instead of waiting for his comeback to her counter-offer, she backed away enough so she could manhandle him toward the office chair, then she gave him a slight push in the middle of the chest. He fell heavily into the seat, never losing eye contact with her.

Sienna knelt and heat flared in his eyes.

She ran her hands slowly up and down his muscular thighs, trying to settle her thoughts. She’d needed to regain control of the situation, because when he’d had his hands on her, suddenly her gun had started burning a hole in her pocket. Its placement was low on her thigh, and she didn’t think he could reach that far in the position they’d been in, but until she got some more information about his involvement here, she sure didn’t want him finding her weapon.

And right now, the last thing she wanted was work disrupting this scene. She spent enough of her time immersed in her job, to the detriment of her social and sex life. Sienna knew what she wanted and, damn it, afterwards was soon enough to get back into the professional mind-set. Hell, it was pretty likely that the information Tyson had alluded to with his coffee order was letting her know about the Feds’ involvement—which would mean a huge debriefing and collaboration planning session.

Besides, she’d been at it for nearly ten hours without stop. According to the Wage and Labor people, every working person needed break time, and she was about to take hers.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” he attempted, though she could tell it was a half-hearted effort.

“I don’t see why not.” She couldn’t resist adding, “It’s not like I’m some kind of suspect or something. We’re just two people who have a…connection.”

He cocked an eyebrow skeptically, and Sienna barely restrained a smile. If their roles had been reversed, she would have been suspicious too, though instincts were something that developed in a hurry in their line of work. Hers told Sienna that Greg was one of the good guys, and hopefully by his acquiescence to her touch, he got the same vibe from her.

She’d kept her hands busy while she was talking, unbuckling his belt and opening the hook fastening of the pants before slowly drawing down the zipper. He was already half hard and getting more so every second as she took her time getting to the prize.

Stopping short of taking him out of his boxer briefs, she instead used her hand and fingers to learn the feel of him while stroking him through the thin cotton.

Greg reached out and trailed his fingers across the edge of her ear then continued along her jaw line. A hot surge of feminine power made her lips curve. Though he was being patient, that gesture made it clear exactly what he wanted. And she wanted the same thing—had for two days and now that she had the chance, Sienna had every intention of following through…just not quite yet.

Leaning in, she breathed out heavily against the cotton over his erection then inhaled his masculine scent.

“Fuck.” Greg’s abs rippled as he tipped his pelvis up, seeking contact. He slid his fingers into her hair, though he didn’t grab onto it. Not that she would have minded.

“Not yet,” she answered and was pleased to see his cock shift in reaction to her promise.

She finally took pity on him, not wanting to abuse his gentlemanly behavior in letting her set the pace. Running her fingers along each hip, she instructed, “Up.”

He obediently lifted his hips and she worked his pants and briefs down to his lower thighs, being careful of his erection. No gun at his back. Probably had it in an ankle holster then, because she’d be surprised if he was unarmed.

Greg’s skin from the upper legs to his waist was almost white, and smooth except for a small, trimmed patch of dark blond pubes. The contrast, especially at his waist, was very pronounced. This was definitely not a guy who did any nude tanning. And his cock?

Wow. Nice
.

This was an instance where a guy’s height and build definitely translated over to what was in his pants. She was bit surprised to see he was uncircumcised, but not put off—not by a long shot. Just gave her more to play with.

He was stiff enough that the smooth, red head of his shaft was mostly visible above the lighter skin of his foreskin. She gave it a little help in escaping its confines by grasping him and giving a few gentle pumps that had him thumping his head back on the headrest of the chair.

“Oh God. You’re gonna kill me.”

That kind of honesty deserved a reward. She rested one palm on his knee for leverage, gripped him around the base, opened and slid her mouth halfway down his cock. “Mmm…” Smiling a bit around her mouthful when he gave a loud groan, she added pressure with her tongue as she drew back up to the tip before gliding back down.

She continued to enjoy working him at a steady pace, loving the girth stretching her lips. A salty burst on her tongue and his grip on her shoulder cued her into his need for more. Greg tensed his thigh as he thrust up and tried to spread his legs farther apart but was hampered by his clothes.

After a few more passes, she pulled off with strong suction, then stood back out of his reach. Decision time. She could just finish him off and chalk it up as tit for tat, so to speak—
quid pro quo
from the other night.

Or she could be selfish and have some fun herself. Though was it really selfish if he was bound to enjoy it as well?

Sounded like a win-win to her.

Chapter Five

Greg watched her intently as she walked over to the door, his expression tightening. He probably thought she was getting ready to take off or something. She could have drawn out the suspense if she was more of a tease, but she found she really just wanted to get back to Greg and get the hell out of the pants that now felt entirely too confining.

She closed the office door and reached for her bag. After rummaging in it for a few moments, she emerged victorious with a condom. The expression of instant relief on his face might have been humorous if she hadn’t been so freaking hot for the guy. First things first, though.

She crouched down and unlaced her boots as fast as she could manage. When she finally had them undone, she stepped out of them and fastidiously lined them up under where her bag was hanging. Better that he think she was overly neat—which she really wasn’t—than for him to think there was some reason for her keeping her belongings away from him. Her service revolver and badge were in her purse, and of course her backup gun was weighing down her cargo pants, practically dragging them down as she undid the fastenings.

Sienna stepped out of her pants, pulling her socks off at the same time, careful not to let the gun clunk on the floor. Then she neatly folded the pants up and tucked them into her bag before zipping it closed.

Thank God she had a thing for nice expensive lingerie. In just a pair of sexy black lace panties and her tank tops, carrying the condom, she crossed the room back to Greg. He’d been slowly jacking himself during her striptease, and when she got to him, he reached out to her. She went to place the condom in his hand, but he batted her hand aside and instead curved his arm around her hips, dragging her off-balance so she collapsed partially on him.

“C’mere,” he belatedly invited as she relied on him to keep her from crushing him or hitting the floor.

“I am here,” she muttered as she struggled to regain her bearings.

“On second thought…” He gripped her waist and lifted her to her feet, then bent to unlace his own boots.

She smirked as she recalled how frustrated he’d become with his limited mobility earlier. “Pants a bit too tight there?”

He kicked his work boots under the desk. “Only when they’re around my legs, straitjacketing me. And I think I caught you enjoying my tight pants earlier,” he retorted as he shoved them down and off along with his black boxer briefs.