It’s #WIPWednesday, and I’ve got more from my upcoming release ‘Early Sins’ the prequel for ‘Lethal Sin‘. I premiered the cover already, so make sure to check it out! I’m so excited about this snippet (a continuation from Saturday) that I’m going to let you get to it fast, just remember that Smith and Camille were at the benefit gala putting up with all the rich elite of the city, and Camille was blending in well. Then, Smith pulled her into the hallway and kissed her. After a brief argument, there’s no more waiting for these two…

—

“Come on.” He flashed a wicked smile, grabbing her hand to pull her with him around a bend at the back of the hallway.

“Do you have any idea where you’re going?” she asked, her shock making laughter hover at the edge of her voice.

“Sort of, I’ve been here exactly once before.” He pulled her down a hallway that she would have walked right past had he not turned them.

“And?”

“And it was for a job, so I did review the plans just in case…” his voice faded as he walked them down the narrow hall, and then he stopped at a door. When he tested the lever handle it didn’t budge, but he smiled at her and simultaneously shoved the handle down while slamming his shoulder against the door. There was a cracking sound and then the door opened.

It was a small meeting room, complete with leather chairs gathered around a long table.

He flipped the light on and tugged her inside, shoving the door closed behind him, jamming it back into the frame. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen that predator’s gleam in Smith’s eyes, but it usually only appeared when they were in the middle of a fight, circling each other, and he was looking for an opening. Now he was focused on her in a very different way, and part of her was tempted to run just so he could chase her. Catch her. Take her.

A better version of that morning’s spontaneous session.

“Last chance, Camille.”

“For?”

“To take this all back.” His voice was lower, rougher, but she just smiled.

“Don’t worry, Smith. I’ll be gentle with you.”

He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, pressing her back against the door with his hard body. Every inch of him was muscle, and she knew that too well from years of being this close for very different reasons. “To be honest, Camille, I don’t know how gentle I can be.”

“Did I ask you to be gentle?” She shoved at his ribs, and he growled low in response, his grip at her waist tightening.

“No. You did not.” With a flash of movement that she almost blocked on instinct he fisted her hair and craned her neck back, those jade eyes looking down at her with all the intensity he usually had when he had a gun in his hand. “You will tell me to stop if you want me -”

“Would you shut up already and kiss me?”

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered and then he tightened his grip in her hair sending electric tendrils looping down her spine just before his lips met hers with the kind of fierce abandon he’d first shown in the hall. He turned them around and forced her backwards towards the table, only breaking the kiss when he had to kick a chair out of the way. Lifting her effortlessly, he laid her out and let out a low groan as he traced his hands down her curves, still hidden under the dress.

She was mesmerized, tongue-tied as he leaned forward and started to press kisses to her waist, her belly, her hips. The fabric was an infuriating barrier. She wanted his skin on hers, wanted him on top of her, inside her. Wanted to make this real before he panicked again and scattered this moment to the wind. “Smith, would you fucking -”

“You and your mouth…” he growled, swatting her side with a stinging spank.

“Let me up and I’ll show you exactly what my mouth can do.” Camille propped herself up on her elbows, meeting his eyes. The intense look on his face made a wicked smile spread across her mouth and she deliberately traced her bottom lip with her tongue – he just chuckled.

“Oh no, C, me first.” He yanked her to the edge of the table forcing her flat, and then shoved her dress up. The crisp sound of a knife opening made her sit up again, and she watched as he swiftly cut the sides of her underwear in two smooth slices, the blade never brushing her skin. Smith tucked the knife away somewhere, pulled off his jacket to toss it onto a chair, and then he raised an eyebrow at her as he slid her gun from the holster. The metal trailed up her inner thigh before he raised it up. “Mind putting this somewhere? It’s in my way.”

“Sure,” she said on a breathless whisper, taking the gun from him to lay it on the table beside her.

Smith grinned as he crouched down between her spread thighs. “Do try to be quiet, I’d hate to have to kill someone for interrupting.”

Camille swallowed, her breath growing short as he stared at her for a moment, and just as she was about to make some snide comment he leaned forward and traced his tongue slowly up her slit. “Fuck,” she hissed.

—

Oh, there’s more to this scene lovelies! Make sure you come back on Saturday for #SatSpanks!