Two Can Play (Entangled Ignite) by Dawn Atkins Read Free Book Online Page B

here.” She lifted herself off him and slammed back down, rising to do it again, then again.
    So good . He couldn’t stop the groan he let out. He preferred the pleasurable agony of a slow build, the ache of holding back, the punch of final release, but if she wanted a fast pump, he was happy to ride that ride.
    She rocked quicker, sure of herself, and good at it. He kept his thrusts deep, pivoting his hips to catch her button, wanting to bring her to climax first. She made little gasping sounds, working at it, her gaze miles away, not with him at all. This, he didn’t like. Sex with someone was a two-way deal.
    She quickened her pace, then slid her fingers down to rub herself, head back, eyes closed.
    He pressed his fingers over hers. “Can I play, too?”
    Her eyes flew open and she froze, completely thrown. Her other lovers hadn’t cared? That was a hell of a thing.
    “You feel good,” he said to reassure her. “So wet…so ready.” He ran his thumb the length of her swollen pearl and she began to shake. In a few seconds, she caught her breath, surprised again, gave a sharp cry, and began to tremble violently. She was coming, but it was the most held-in climax he’d ever been party to.
    He let go, too, groaning in the rush of release.
    Rena collapsed against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her and smiled into her neck, smelling the coconut of her hair and her skin, a different kind of sweet, tasting her sweat, clean and lightly salty. His brain slowed, his push to find Beth eased for a bit. A break was good. A break refreshed him for the hunt.
    Rena, on the other hand, acted as though she’d awakened to a stranger in the dark. She sat up fast, ready to bolt.
    He caught her arm. “Stay a minute. Catch your breath.”
    “It’s caught.” She nearly leaped off the bed to scoop up her robe and tie it tight—shop closed. “Let’s put your points in the database.”
    In another life, he’d try to find out what freaked her so much, but he realized if he didn’t move fast, he’d miss her log-on. He beat her to the chair and pulled her onto his lap.
    “What are you doing?” Rena tensed in his arms.
    “Getting comfortable.” Which turned out to be impossible with Rena sitting stiff as a tree trunk, her butt bones digging into his thighs like roots. Not much for cuddling, are you? But he didn’t want to embarrass her.
    Without moving his head downward, Gage stared at Rena’s fingers on the keyboard, prepared to memorize her strokes. She was fast, however, and the password was long. He caught three letters, an ampersand and a number, but there were eight more characters. Damn. A few keystrokes got her into a database and she typed “Gage Stone” into a search box. A blank screen appeared with his name and ID number. He buried his nose in her warm hair for a second to get more of that coconut scent and the underlay of her smell.
    “This is your stats page,” she said, turning. “What are you doing back there?”
    “Smelling your hair. It’s like coconut.”
    “It’s just shampoo.” She gave him a funny look, as if she liked that but it embarrassed her, then dragged a chair beside him, where she sat, all business now. “You log your shifts here.” She typed in his start time. Next she clicked to a page labeled “Social Interactions.” Scrolling down to “Sex,” she put in his score. His sex score. Ten K. So surreal.
    “No bonus points for technique?” he teased.
    “We don’t do bonus points,” she said, completely serious. She clicked through a bunch more screens.
    “Wait. Slow down. What was all that that flew by?”
    “Files and databases you can’t access yet. You’ll be issued a pass-code with the proper clearance. We get new ones on a variable schedule.”
    Without Rena’s advanced clearance, he’d have a hell of a time finding out what he needed to know. For that, he had to get into her system somehow.
    The pass-codes were given out…changed regularly. How could she