His brows lifted as he met my gaze. One slightly bruised eye looked me up and down, making heat lick over my skin. "Oh, Agent Kincade, I might just let you steal my virtue. But newsflash, you don’t need the alcohol. If you’d been in any kind of mind space earlier, I would have shagged you against your door in full view of your neighbors. But now, do you mind terribly if I just lie here and you can, you know, hop on? I can definitely get it up. I just can't move the rest of my body."
My jaw dropped, but no words emerged.
"I can still make it good for you, but maybe if just this time you'd rip my trousers down and, you know, we'll figure it out."
I thought he was kidding. I honest to God thought he was joking by making a lewd suggestion like that, but then my gaze traveled down to... Well, there was the thick length of him pressing insistently against his trousers. "East Hale, you look like death. Like someone literally tried to beat all your breath out of you, and you think you're getting lucky now?"
"Well, a beautiful woman just walked into my flat and told me she had big plans for shagging. Trust me, I can make it work."
"You're an idiot." I placed the rosé on the table. "Where are your washcloths?”
He feebly pointed in the direction of the hallway. "In the closet, it's the second set of doors on the right. You'll find towels and washcloths and the like. And the ice, obviously, is in the freezer."
"First aid kit?"
"In the linen closet with the towels. You can't miss it."
I slipped off my shoes, not wanting to possibly dent the gorgeous acacia hardwood. Then I quickly shuffled off to get the supplies. I found the first aid kit and washcloths where he said they were. In the kitchen, I dragged open some drawers until I found a plastic bag and hit the crush setting on the ice dispenser and filled the bag. And then I found a bigger bowl and filled it with warm water. It was a major balancing act, but I managed to carry everything to the living room.
Was it possible he looked even worse than he had three minutes earlier? "Jesus Christ, who did this to you?"
First, I cleaned up his eye, removing the blood as he hissed when I pressed a bit on his bruise. In the first aid kit, I found bandages and butterfly sutures, those tiny ones that can be used in place of stitches. Something told me East was not going to the hospital.
"You don't have to do this. I can take care of myself."
"Yeah, right. Someone broke into your flat. Have you called the police?"
"Nope. Besides, you're here."
"You know that's not how it works. I'm Interpol. I work on large task forces. This isn't my purview. We need to report this."
"Nope. Please don't."
"Why not?" I sat on the coffee table across from him and stared. "What are you into that you're so afraid someone would find out?"
His moss green eyes met mine. There was so much turmoil and emotion swirling in them. But I couldn't read them clearly. Was there deception in their depths? I wasn’t sure. Was there fear? No.
"There's nothing you need to worry about, I swear," he said.
I sighed and then leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him. Our lips were ever so close, and he sniffed me. "God, you smell amazing."
"Yeah, I know. I put perfume on for you. I was taking no chances with my orgasms."
He coughed a laugh. "You're just as cocky as I am."
"Yeah, well, just so you know, my pussy is also magic."
“Oh, I know.” He coughed. Then he kept coughing as I gently rubbed his back.
"I need you to sit forward a little bit so I can get your suit jacket off."
"It hurts to move. Help me, please."
I pulled him forward, and that motion somehow had him planting his face right on my chest. He sniffed deep. "God, can I fuck your tits? You don't have to hop on. You could just bend down, bare them, and I will figure out how to rub my cock between them. Just, please..."
"Oh my God. Really?'
"I will point out you are the one who has my face in your tits."
And that was how Bennett James Covington and Bridge Edgerton found us. Bridge paused in the doorway, met my eyes, slid his gaze down to East’s face, laughed, and then made himself at home. Covington was next. He didn't even register any surprise. "Mate, if you're trying to tell us that you're shagging Nyla, we pretty much figured that out already."
East groaned. "She was trying to smother me with her tits. You came just in time to save me."
I scowled down at him. "No, he's an idiot. He won't sit forward so I can take off his jacket and see how bad the wounds are."
Ben's brows snapped down, and I caught that movement. He started shouting orders about first aid kits and ice. But I shook my head. "You idiots are late. I've already done that."
Both of them lifted their brows. "Oh, right."
Bridge chuckled low. "What part of the first aid are you on now? I’m sure I could point out where East has the most pain…”
I narrowed my gaze, and he laughed. I was struck dumb for a moment. Because I'd never seen so much as a photo of Bridge Edgerton smiling. We hadn't interacted much, honestly. But his smile, it was like sunshine. Wasn't it a shame that he didn't smile more?
"Idiots. You're all idiots. Grade-A idiot number one right here," I said, pointing at East.
And then East did the thing that made my pussy clench; he planted a kiss right in the center of my cleavage, and I gasped. "What the—?"
He mumbled against my skin. "I'm sorry. It's just, I don't know if I'm ever going to get the chance again, and
