One of his hands slips between my legs, and just the smallest movement of his fingers causes the thin fabric of my thong to delicately scrape against my clit.

“Are you wet for me, Bell?” he asks, his whispered voice gliding over my skin.

“Yes,” I whisper back. He shakes his head, unsatisfied with my answer.

“Yes, what?”

I close my eyes as he lowers his head, gasp as his teeth graze my nipple. “Yes,” I say again, “I’m wet for you, Lander.”

I feel his smile against my skin. With little effort he lifts me enough to pull off my panties and then my skirt.

And now I’m wearing nothing.

He pushes me onto my back, my legs dangling off the edge of the table.

“You’re going to spy on Travis for me,” he says, his hands moving from my calves, to my hips, to my stomach, to my breasts.

“Yes.”

“Will you enjoy it, Bell?”

Again his fingers slide between my legs and he’s touching me as I writhe before him.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what, Bell?”

“Yes, I’ll enjoy it.”

His finger pushes inside.

“You won’t disappoint me, will you, Bell?”

“No,” I breathe. His thumb moves to my clit. “I’m not going to disappoint you in any way.”

“That’s good,” he says. “It would be a shame if you did, particularly when you’re so capable of bringing me so much pleasure.”

I bite down on my lip before replying, “I always give as good as I get.”

His smile spreads into a grin and his fingers continue to play. I can feel myself being brought closer and closer to the edge.

“I want you to tell him that you overheard me on the phone. Tell him I addressed the person on the line as Mr. Talebi.”

That name again. I want to ask what it means, but then Lander’s thumb starts making little circular movements, adding a new and exciting sensation. I cannot question him now. All I can do is agree.

“What are you going to do, Bell?” he asks as he brings me closer and closer to orgasm. “What will you say to my brother?”

“I’ll . . . I’ll tell him . . . tell him that you were speaking to Talebi,” I gasp.

“Say it again,” Lander says. “I want to make sure you memorize your lines.”

“You were speaking with . . . Oh, God!”

“No,” Lander says. A second finger pushes inside, making me whimper in pleasure. “I don’t speak to God. Who will I be speaking to?”

“Talebi,” I moan.

“That’s right. You’ll tell him that for me. Won’t you?”

“Yes.” I’m so very close I can barely stand it.

“Do you like spying for me, Bell?” he says, his voice low, teasing. He knows the answer.

“Yes,” I say again.

He leans over me, whispering into my ear, “You will be my little spy, stealing secrets and exploiting them for my entertainment.”