Set Me Free (A Fugitive #2)(45)

Billy's hands were twitchy as he opened the office door. He yanked me inside and I spun away from him with a laugh. He leaned against the door, breathing hard, struggling for his usual confident flair.

I bit my nail between my teeth before beckoning him with my finger. He rushed towards me so fast he nearly knocked me over. My backside was shunted against the large wooden desk as he forced his tongue into my mouth, his hand running up my body and squeezing my breast.

I pushed him back with a little laugh.

"No fair, you're wearing more clothes than me. Let's even that up, shall we?"

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his neck and enjoying the fact I wasn't being slobbered on for a second. Billy sighed, running his fingers into my hair. I needed to keep control of the situation, those hands of his were itching to get access to my body. I kept my head low. The only way he could reach me was if he yanked my hair and pulled me straight. Would he have the guts to do that?

I noticed a shadow flicker outside the door as Billy's grip grew a little strong. He started tugging me straight as the door crept open and I was forced to go with it.

"Oh Billy you feel so good." I moaned as his lips hit my neck. I felt like a traitor saying it and I hated the fact Zach probably heard me, but it hid the sound of the door opening.

Billy chuckled against my skin as his hands began to roam once more. I needed to get his mouth off me so Zach could do his thing.

I pushed Billy's shoulders back with a wicked grin.

"My turn again." I kissed his neck. He tipped his head back, giving me easy access as I trailed my tongue over his chest. His fingers were digging into my hips, his desire pressing against me.

It was grossing me out big time, but we had a plan and I wasn't going to flake.

Thankfully it only took a moment for Billy to jerk away from me, struggling against the strong hand wrapped around his face. I tried to steady his body so he wouldn't throw Zach off balance, but it didn't really work. As Billy went slack, he toppled back, taking my boyfriend with him.

I scrambled forward, shifting Billy to the side. Zach struggled out from beneath him.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded and I launched towards him, pressing my mouth to his...erasing Billy's filth. Zach's hand slid up my back, no doubt trying to calm my trembling body. He eased back from my desperate kisses and whispered, "It's okay. You never have to do that again."

His breath caressed my skin as he ran his finger down my hairline.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my fingers feeling forgiven by his soft embrace. With a shaky nod, I got to my feet, pulling him up behind me.

"Let's just get this done." I flicked on the desk lamp and looked around the room. "Did anyone see you come in?"

"No, I told blondie I was searching for the bathroom. I don't think anyone spotted me heading this way."

"If they did, they'll be expecting for some kind of conflict, thinking you're coming after me. So let's make this quick."

"Even if that isn't the case, let's make this quick."

I nodded with a soft laugh. My insides were running crazy. Billy's touch still lingered on my skin and I couldn't wait to wash it off.

My eyes had been scanning the room as Zach talked. "You check the desk," I murmured as I headed towards a large print resting on the eastern wall. Running my fingers around the edge, I shifted it, hoping to find some sort of safe behind it, but it was just a picture.

I tutted and then systematically checked each painting in the room.

"No luck?" Zach whispered.

"None. How about you?"

He shook his head.

"No paperwork, no computer, nothing?"

A spike of despair drove through my center at his mumbled no. My legs were getting jittery as I crossed my arms.

No. I had to stay focused. No running. If I let reality in for even a second, I'd lose the plot. I moved to the bookshelf and began shifting books back and forth, trying to find some hidden compartment or lever.

Zach was still by the desk.

My heart began to pound louder and faster as each second passed. How would Tenner not have something in his office? How could we be so wrong?

Zach grunted as he felt around the desk. "These drawers won't open."

I whipped around to face him. "You mean they're locked?"

"No, it's like they're glued shut." Shifting the chair over, he knelt down and felt beneath the desk. "Wait a sec, what's this?"

I rushed over to the desk, crouching down behind him. Zach ran his fingers around the cavernous space beneath the desk, showing me the slight crack.

"Is that a door?"

"I think so. Those drawers on the front must just be for show. What do you wanna bet there's something hiding in this space?" He tapped his knuckles against the wood.

Scrambling for the desk lamp, I pulled it down and shone it into the space. That's when I spotted the metal glint in the bottom corner. Crawling into the space, I ran my finger over the keyhole and nearly laughed.

"I can pick this. Is there a paperclip or something up there?"

I pulled a pin from my hair and straightened it out as I waited for Zach. A moment later he was pressing a small metal object into my hand. I straightened it out as well, curving it at the end just as Marlin had shown me. It was awkward working on my side, using my elbow to support my weight, but I didn't really have a choice. Forcing my breathing to flow in and out evenly, I pushed the two bits of metal into the keyhole. A few jiggles later and the lock turned.