Jordan dipped his fingers between her folds and dragged them through her slit, gathering her cream and spreading it around her pussy lips, up to her clit, which swelled beneath his touch. Trish whimpered and tried to stay quiet as he played with her pussy, feeling the heat and slick wetness growing.
It was unfortunate he didn’t have enough time to make her come… but was squirming and distracted, and he liked that nearly as much.
Jordan saw the museum coming up and slid his hand from between her legs to hold his fingers up to her lips. Sexual frustration flashed in Trish’s big, blue eyes as she realized he didn’t mean to finish, but she opened her lips to receive his fingers anyway, and her little, pink tongue cleaned her cream off of his digits.
The hover-car landed, and the frustration grew in her eyes as Trish pressed her legs together. He liked her aching for him.
Trish blinked and recognized where they were: it was a museum. One she’d visited before she’d been taken. Jordan pulled her inside, her hand firmly clasped in his.
The Wolf’s soldiers followed behind them and spread out through the crowd. Most of the Wolf’s people were dressed as civilians, including Jordan, although if anyone thought he was a regular guy—with his height, muscles, and fluid way of moving—they’d be an idiot.
Slinging one heavy arm around her shoulders, Jordan tucked Trish into his body and kept her pressed close by his side as they entered the museum.
It didn’t take her more than a few minutes to realize Jordan wasn’t looking at any of the exhibits, although he did stop in front of several for a minute before moving on.
Trish looked at the first few, but Jordan had some destination, some goal, in mind, and she found herself becoming too nervous to pay attention to the exhibits. Instead, her gaze began to dart around the room, and she shifted her weight restlessly.
What was he looking for?
“Stay still and look at the painting, or I’ll spank you the entire ride home,” Jordan ordered when Trish began to become too antsy. Maybe he should have given her an orgasm in the hovercar instead of leaving her on edge but he’d thought the sexual frustration would be more distracting to her.
He probably shouldn’t have brought her at all, but he’d thought she’d enjoy the Museum. Plus, he didn’t like the idea of pretending to be part of a couple with anyone else; it felt wrong, somehow, and everyone had paired into couples for this mission.
The guards would find groups more threatening than separated couples wandering around the museum. The entire force was made up of a mixed bag of soldiers and civilians to helpthem blend even more. Across the hall, Jordan spotted Vaughn and Matthew, cuddled around each other as they looked up at a sculpture. They looked completely involved in the art, and were doing a much better job of being inconspicuous than Trish currently was.
After the threat of being spanked, she’d settled a little but, as they moved deeper into the museum, she kept looking around at the people instead of the exhibits. Jordan was torn between finding it adorable and being frustrated.
In many ways, Trish was the perfect cover. She was so small and delicate-looking that people’s eyes glanced over Jordan because they saw a normal couple: a large, possessive partner and a smaller, more vulnerable partner. They would look at him and Trish and assume he was there to please her. At least, they would as long as Trish looked involved in the exhibits.
So, every time he caught her sneaking another look around, he added a minute of spanking to her tally, making her flush and then pale.
She snuggled in closer to him and tried to focus on the exhibits. By the time they reached the artifacts of Ancient Egypt, Jordan had her up to seven minutes of being spanked on the ride home. That was also the room where he caught the first glimpse of his prey.
Murmurs in his earpiece told him everyone else was getting into position, too. Those who had come with civilian partners sent them back to their rendezvous points, each with a guard in case someone put them together with the person they’d been walking around with. Not that Jordan put much faith in the Moonie guards to do so.
“Wait till you see these idiots,” Paul’s voice murmured in his ear, just before the target group came into view.
Jordan nearly laughed.
The targets, Ken and Lisa, stood with their six incredibly obvious bodyguards arranged around them. The guards were heavily muscled in a way that said they’d earned their bulk in a gym rather than fighting, and had weapons bulging against their athletic clothing.
The four who were ‘undercover’ were only about fifteen feet away from Lisa and Ken, clearly watching the couple instead of pretending to look at the exhibits. Two were eyeing a large, chattering group of students in the corner who were heading out of the exhibit while they ignored the couples wandering around the room.
Exactly how Jordan had wanted it.
He was still a little let down by how easy this would be. The best the Moon’s government could provide for its citizens to buy was no real match for the soldiers of the Wolf.
Trish tensed beside him again, and Jordan turned his head to see Zadia approaching. While he’d given one guard per three civilians for the rest of his group, he’d assigned Zadia specifically to Trish. Jordan wanted to make sure Trish didn’t try to run, but mostly he worried about her getting lost or hurt when everything went down. People would panic, and, while he concentrated on picking up the targets, he wouldn’t be able to focus on protecting her.
Zadia was nearly as good as Jordan was, though, and she’d protect Trish while he completed his mission.
He hoped Trish had enjoyed the time at the museum.
Zadia slid up beside them, flanking Trish, and focused on the headdress they stood in front of. “Everyone’s in position.”
“Good. Watch over Trish.”
Jordan began walking toward the couple at the back of the room, keeping his steps casual and meandering. The group of students finished exiting, and Lenore pointed them toward some other exhibit, waving her hands excitedly. From there, she’dblock off anyone headed in this direction while Andrew did the same at the entrance Jordan had just come through. It was amazing how easily people were willing to be redirected as long as the person directing them wore a uniform.
