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I take a long shower, longer than usual. I hate the way she manages to get the last laugh. I want her and I hate that I want her. This isn’t what I’m used to. Usually I never want to spend time with anyone. It’s usually fuck them and leave, but now, I can’t stop thinking about her. How she’d feel beneath me, writhing and begging me for release. Shit, this has got to stop, I need to get my head on straight. I’m sat in my office chair when Cyrus and the Sergeant from narcotics come strolling in.

Cyrus has a smug smile on his face like he knows something I don’t. “Do I want to know why you’re smiling like that?” I ask.

“Oh you’ll know soon enough. Steve, want to enlighten my Sergeant?” I know by Cyrus’s tone I’m not going to like this.

“I need your help with an operation, it’s in relation to the one a few weeks ago with Nico Moretti.” Well that doesn’t seem too bad there must be some sort of catch to this. “Define help.”

I look to Cyrus in question, he’s trying to suppress a laugh I can tell, his cheeks are flushed and he’s practically shifting on his feet in excitement.

“We’ve received a tip off. There’s going to be an initiation of a new crime boss at a S&M club downtown and a possible exchange of drugs and weapons. We have managed to get names on a guest list through an informant, but I need two undercover officers to go in masked.”

I’m still not grasping why Cyrus is finding this hilarious, has Emilia got that far underneath my skin that I’m now stupid and can’t think for myself? “Ok, well, do you have anyone in mind? Emilia has experience undercover, or Cara is good under pressure and has surveillance knowledge,” I explain.

Steve gives me a sly smile and says “I’m glad you mentioned Emilia because I definitely want her, but I need a male officer to guise as a couple in the club and I want you to go in with her.” Pure shock glistens over my face and turns into anger. “Not a fucking chance I don’t do undercover anymore, I’m a sergeant not a field agent,” I exclaim.

“That’s exactly why I need you on this. This is big Kade. I need two officers with experience and you’re both it. I’m not asking either, order comes from the chief. I’m sorry.” He shrugs.

As far as I care, the chief can go fuck himself. I was only alone with Emilia for twenty minutes this morning and came out of the gym with a massive hard on. How am I supposed to get through a whole operation with her by my side. Let alone at an S&M club where we pose as a couple. Just one operation, one night. How hard can it be?

EMILIA

Ican’t believe I did that. I writhed my body against him like it had a mind of its own. What was I thinking? What’s worse, he responded to my movement. I don’t think he hates me anymore, it’s either that or he just wants to fuck me. If I go by what anyone tells me about him, it’s the latter. Now I’m stuck with him for an operation at a club. I’m just getting ready to go into the briefing room, already dressed for the role I’m about to play. I don’t want to waste any time.

I enlisted Cara’s help in choosing my outfit, I don’t know enough about S&M to know what the dress code is. She chose a strapless black skintight dress that barely covers my ass with a lacy overlay skirt that trails behind me. I also have a lace black mask that somehow makes the blue of my eyes pop even more. My long silver hair is in waves, brushing past my shoulders halfway down my back. As I walk into the briefing, there are 10 officers inside—part of the surveillance team I’m guessing. Cyrus, Kade and Steve, the Sergeant from Narcotics, are standing at the front of the room. I didn’t think there would be this many officers getting briefed at once.

Cyrus whistles in my direction and I just want the ground to swallow me whole. Kade gives him a warning look, I’m not sure why, maybe because it’s unprofessional or maybe it’s more than that.

I sit through the briefing, noting all the glances my way. There is not one female officer in this room apart from me and Cara. My skin itches with all the attention. I’m more comfortable in action, not sitting here amongst colleagues being scrutinized like a piece of meat.

“If I see one more glance towards officer Hale, I will demote every single person in this room, and make you all do drills our next training day until you’re vomiting your guts up.” Kade warns. Every single officer in the room averts their eyes and I can’t help but look towards Kade with a slight smile. He doesn’t show any emotion in his stone-cold expression.

Once we’re all dismissed, Steve pulls me and Kade to the side. “You two need to be convincing as a couple, if they snuff you out, you’re both fucked. You need to look like you want each other, not despise each other, is that achievable?” He asks.

I look towards Kade, trying to determine whether he’s thinking the same thing I am. I do want him, as much as I’m trying to fight it, I do. He just nods towards Steve, not so much as a word. The man is a closed book, I can’t read him. The drive to the club is short, filled with utter silence. I put my hand on the handle to open the door once the car stops and Kade grabs my other arm to stop me. He looks me over once and then a second time and sighs “Look I want this night over with, let’s get this done smoothly. You do as I say in there and it’ll be over before we know it.” Just when I thought I wanted him, he turns into the arrogant bastard I know.

“How about we get in there and get this done rather than sitting here and talking about it, hm?” I get out of the car quickly and he is by my side before I can even blink. He leans in close to my ear, his breath touching the sensitive skin and whispers “The more you defy me little Viper, the more it turns me on.” Goosebumps raise on my arms, he takes notice and laughs. The prick.

We’re ushered through the entrance by two bouncers, the strobe lights hitting me instantly. I have never seen anything like this in my entire life, even whilst I was undercover. Women wearing leather straps as clothing, spread eagle on a board with men surrounding them. Couples having sex on couches set to the side, sometimes inviting other couples to join. One woman is leading a man around on a leash, he even barks when people approach him. I am way out of my depth here. Kade must sense my unease because he grips my hand and tightens it. He leans in close, the action appearing almost seductive, as he whispers “Relax, we need to seem like we belong here, don’t panic.” It’s easy for him to say, he looks like he fits right in.

He’s wearing a black silk shirt that somehow still clings to every muscle in his body, black tight trousers gripping his solid thighs, and a black suit jacket that is left open just enough to see the beginnings of a tribal tattoo on his chest. His onyx black, cropped hair is neatly styled with one small section of hair flopping over his forehead.

I’ve never known desire like I do now. This man is intoxicating and he has only ever touched me once. I hate to imagine what reaction I would have if he were to touch me anywhere else. I remember how he spoke to me in the car, demanding I listen to him, and the anger starts to resurface. Good, I need that anger to get through this.

A couple walks towards us, a short guy with a much taller blonde woman on his arm. “Hello and welcome to our humble abode, is there anyone here who has taken your liking? Can we set you up?” Kade is about to speak when I interrupt him before he can say a word. “I’m so glad you came over, it’s so nice to meet you. This is our first time here, so we’re just taking it all in.” My tone is smooth, to hide the uneasiness in my gut.

“Oh wow, first-timers, I love it! Well, what are you into?” the blonde squeals.

“Well my partner here loves to be submissive. He was actually looking at the guy being led around on the leash! He loves that at home, don’t you babe?” I direct my question at Kade, knowing full well he’s going to be seething. The hand he has on my hip is tightening so hard I think I might bruise, and his teeth are clenched, but he forces a smile.

“She’s right I do love to be under her command.” I smile back, knowing I’ve won. I stifle a laugh threatening to come out of my mouth as we’re led to an open booth on the side of the room. We’ll get a clear view of the targets from here. Kade slips into the booth first and taps his leg twice summoning me to sit in his lap. I have to hide my contempt, but I do as he says and climb into his lap. He leans his face towards my neck and traces it with his lips, slowly going up as he leaves one kiss after the other. I can’t hide the small gasp that leaves me, my breathing getting slightly heavier with the threats of pleasure overwhelming me. Heat is pooling between my legs and I clench my thighs together. The kisses are light, almost featherlight, and my body is on fire. He knows it too as he starts chuckling into my neck. The arrogant bastard.

KADE

Emilia clenching her legs together is my new favourite sight. What I would give to slip my hand underneath her dress to see exactly what my kisses do to her. I’m shaken from the traitorous thoughts in my head by Cass in my earpiece “Ok the target is across from you in the VIP booth. He’s got three guards with him that we can see, we don’t know when or where the drop is happening so you’ll have to follow them when they move.”

Emilia shuffles in my lap and I groan, out loud. “Will you stop moving?” I growl. The more she moves around in my lap the more I have to think about things I hate to prevent the arousal becoming visible. The pants I have on are tight, it would be very noticeable.

“I’m sorry, I can’t get comfortable sitting in your lap.” She rasps the words through clenched teeth.