I Spy a Wicked Sin by Jo Davis Page A

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    And the whole piece popped inward. In surprise, she jerked away and it popped out again, spring-loaded. The entire panel slid neatly and almost soundlessly to the left, revealing a metal ladder facing her, affixed to the brick.
    “Holy shit,” she breathed. “Robin, I think we found the Bat Cave.”
    She peered over the edge. The ladder descended into darkness and, she bet, to Jude’s “war room” underground. There, she was likely to find one or both of the missing encrypted files.
    A groan from the bedroom kicked her pulse into overdrive. Cursing her bad luck, she pushed the strip again and the panel slid into place once more. She’d have to return when the coast was clear, but at least she’d made progress.
    Glancing around to be sure all was as she’d found it, she turned off the light and moved stealthily out into the bedroom. Jude was sitting up on the side of his bed, back to her, stretching and obviously trying to wake up.
    She was halfway to escape when he stiffened. “Who’s there?” God, he must have the supersonic hearing of an owl. She cleared her throat. “It’s me, Lily.”
    He turned his head toward her, a slight frown on his handsome face. “What are you doing?”
    “I came to check on you like I’d promised Liam.”
    His expression cleared and he made no attempt to cover himself. “Oh. Well, that was sweet. I hope my being naked doesn’t bother you.”
    “Not in the way you mean, which I believe we’ve established,” she said, smiling. “How do you feel?”
    “Surprisingly, much better. I’m usually out for the day when it hits, but the nap and the meds seem to have done the trick.”
    Lily closed the distance between them. The proof of how much better he felt jutted from between his thighs. Licking her lips, she wondered if he always got morning wood.
    “I—I’m glad. No more nightmares?”
    “None that I recall.” But his posture tensed, shoulders hunched as though to weather a blow.
    Seemed she’d touched a nerve. Was he telling the truth? She thought so, but it was hard to say.
    She brushed a stray lock of fiery hair from his face. “Liam told me about it earlier. Are you sure you’re all right?”
    “I am now. No problem.”
    She had her doubts. He fell quiet for a few moments, clutching the bedcovers. “Right. That’s the same load of bull I’m getting from Liam.”
    “Well, then, that should tell you I’m fine. He knows me better than anyone.”
    “I’m not talking about you . I’m talking about Liam.”
    He frowned. “What do you mean?”
    “Are you completely oblivious to anyone but yourself? No matter what he claims, he’s not fine at all. Haven’t you sensed something’s not as it should be with him?”
    After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. “I suppose so,” he said slowly. “Now that you mention it. Has he confided in you?”
    “No. I asked him, but he doesn’t know me well enough to feel comfortable sharing whatever’s bothering him.”
    “Yet he’s plenty comfortable enough to share other parts of himself with you,” he said shortly.
    Warmth spread in her tummy. “And that bothers you?”
    “Yes, and no.” He gave a soft laugh. “I don’t know why it should confuse me. It’s not as though Liam and I haven’t shared lovers before.”
    “I’m not your lover,” she pointed out.
    “Yet.” Then he lay back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. Slowly and deliberately, he let his legs fall open, treating her to a delicious pose. “But that can be remedied.”
    A mischievous half smile curved his lips, green eyes visible through the fiery hair falling all around his face. The corded muscles of his chest, stomach, and biceps stood out in relief, bunched under golden skin. His long, thick cock rested on his belly, heavy balls nestled underneath.
    “Are you trying to memorize me, honey?”
    He knew she was ogling, damn him. “You have no idea.”
    “Really? Why don’t you come here? I’ll give you something