Spy Games: Lethal Limits by Mia Downing Read Free Book Online

bound and gagged. Her handiwork. He scrolled to something and tossed it on Chase’s desk.
    “Kate thought you’d enjoy this,” Jake said, gesturing to the phone. Tia had to hand it to him, as embarrassed as he should be, Jake didn’t look anything more than mildly uncomfortable about the whole thing. But then, maybe showing his picture would draw Chase away from realizing Jake wanted to fuck his wife in the worst way.
    Tia’s cheeks burned with heat, her neck flushed as Chase picked up the phone and his brows arched over surprised eyes. She’d never bound a man and left him before. It was a little mean. Okay, a lot mean.
    “No wonder she hates Paris,” Chase said very softly, a small glimmer of amusement playing about his lips. He slid the phone across the desk to Jake, then glanced at Tia. “I take it he didn’t consent to playing hostage.”
    As much as Chase terrified her, she refused to look at Jake. “We didn’t negotiate limits, sir. But he consented to my most twisted, sight unseen, so…”
    Chase laughed and Tia jumped. “If you can bind that one, you’re a hell of a good agent.”
    “Thank you, sir. I think.” She still didn’t dare look at Jake.
    “Take it as a compliment. He’s a handful to work with. Kate’s said as much for the past year.” Chase practically beamed at her. “Now he’s all yours.”
    ****
    They sat in Jake’s truck in the parking complex later, Jake scrolling messages on his phone, Tia sitting shotgun. Jake had no clue where they were going. Chase was big on team building bullshit. He would prefer to take her to the club and just be done with the sexual tension between them, but Chase would have a cow if he did that on company time.
    He owed Tia. Giving him the opportunity to show Chase his bondage photo put his affection for Kate deep enough under the radar so his friend wouldn’t kill him. At least not until Kate was speaking to Chase. That bought Jake time to come up with a plan to put Kate’s mission for him in play.
    Tia looked out the window, watching a group come off the elevator, probably heading to a meeting or something, since it was way too early for lunch. She hid her emotions as well as Chase, behind exotic, almond-shaped eyes that glared in his direction.
    Jake decided to break the ice, but he’d be damned if he’d let what happened in Paris go quietly. “So you going to tell me why you fled?”
    “I told you why. It wasn’t working.” Tia gave a sharp laugh. “I told you I’d pay the punishment. But really, you deserved it for leaving me just as vulnerable.”
    “At least I uncuffed you!”
    “If I had released you, would you have let me walk away?”
    No, he wouldn’t have. He would have fucked her senseless and would have missed his plane to Budapest, which would have pissed off both Kate and Chase. Jake sighed and checked his phone again.
    “I didn’t think so.” Tia looked out the window.
    The silence returned, and if his life were a bad B movie, there’d be crickets in the truck.
    Jake’s thoughts turned to Kate and how pissed she had to be, how scared, and how lonely since she wasn’t talking to Chase. Kate didn’t make friends easily. Who did when they were a spy? Charlotte was still across the pond, working, and he doubted Kate would confide in her. He sighed inwardly. They were friends, first and foremost.
    He tossed every ounce of caution into the wind and shot Kate a text. Are you okay?
    No, was Kate’s quick response. I hate him, I hate you, and I wish we could just go back in time and change everything .
    Jake knew she didn’t hate either of them, but the pain radiated from her text, oozed between the letters and into Jake’s heart. He wanted to go back, too.
    Do you need me? It wasn’t probably the smartest thing to ask. If she said yes, he’d go. And if he went… But he couldn’t help himself. Damned if he didn’t like playing with fire. Where are you?
    We’re finished. I told you what needed to be done. Do