The first touch of his fingers against her most sensitive flesh made her gasp and arch against the console. He started with light, teasing strokes that had her trembling. When he found her clit and circled it with perfect pressure, she cried out his name.
"That's it," he murmured. "Let me hear you. Let me know how good this feels."
He worked her with skilled fingers, building the tension inside her like a coiled spring. When he slipped one finger inside her, then two, stretching her deliciously, she thought she might come apart.
"You feel incredible," he said against her throat. "So tight, so perfect. I can feel you getting close."
His thumb found her clit while his fingers moved in a rhythm that made her see stars. The dual stimulation pushed her right to the edge.
"Come for me," he commanded. "I want to feel you fall apart in my hands."
The combination of his words and the perfect pressure sent her over the edge with shocking intensity. Her climax crashed over her in waves, pleasure so intense it bordered on painful. She cried out his name, her body arching as he worked her through every aftershock.
"Beautiful," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her neck as she came down from the high. "Absolutely beautiful."
When she finally caught her breath, she looked up at him with eyes heavy with satisfaction and renewed hunger. "My turn."
"Baby, you don't have to—"
"I want to." She slid off the console, her legs unsteady but determined. "I want to taste you."
Her hands went to his belt, and her gave a low moan as she worked at the buckle. When she freed him from his jeans, he was hard and ready, and the sight made her mouth water.
"Fuck," he groaned when she wrapped her hand around him. "That feels incredible."
She stroked him slowly at first, learning what made him gasp. When she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, the sound he made was pure male pleasure.
"Yvette, Christ..." His voice was strained. "Your mouth is perfect."
She worked him with lips and tongue, taking him deeper while her hand stroked what she couldn't fit. His responses guided her—the way his breathing hitched, the way his hips jerked when she took him deep.
"I'm not going to last," he warned. "If you keep doing that..."
She looked up at him with wicked eyes and redoubled her efforts, wanting to give him the same shattering pleasure he'd given her. When his climax hit, she felt the power of it in every tense muscle, heard it in the broken way he called her name.
Afterward, they held each other close. Vincent's hands stroked her hair as she cuddled next to him.
"That was..." he started, then seemed to lose the words.
"Incredible," she finished, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.
She could feel him stirring against her hip already, could see the renewed hunger in his eyes when she looked up at him. "I want all of you," she said. "I want to feel you inside me."
His eyes blazed with desire as he lifted her back onto the console, positioning himself between her thighs. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything."
Just as he was about to join with her, the gentle chime of a perimeter alert broke through their intimate cocoon.
"Motion sensor," he said, immediately alert. "Single vehicle."
She scrambled to fix her clothing while he brought up camera feeds. One black sedan was slowly circling the property, its occupants clearly studying the security setup through tinted windows.
"RareCore?" she asked, her heart pounding for entirely different reasons now.
"Probably. It’s a surveillance team, that’s for certain." His voice was grim as the vehicle completed another circuit. "They're mapping our defenses, looking for weaknesses."
"What do we do?"
