“Colin?” Evie asked when I gave her my attention once more. “The sexy Brit at your firm?”

Despite my complete confidence in Evie and our love and desire for each other, jealousy exploded inside my head, pounding at my temples. “Yes, the dead man who used to work with me.” I was only half-kidding.

Evie’s eyes widened in surprise, then her lashes lowered, but not before I caught the coy gleam in them.

“I should have known he was a spook. He just screams 007, don’t you think?”

I growled, gripping Evie’s waist and pulling her against me. “Don’t push me, baby. Or you’re going to find yourself bent over my knee with a very red ass. And then I’ll show you exactly who your man is, by fucking you into next week.”

She looked up at me through her long, dark lashes, her brown eyes heated. “Promise?”

I stifled a groan with a curse. I was going to need to learn to control myself. If I had to spend the whole mission with a hard on, it was going to make things extremely difficult. “Behave,” I scolded. Just then, the doorman whistled and a cab pulled up to the curb.

Before climbing inside, she leaned up and whispered in my ear, “Jealousy is a sexy look on you. It makes me wet.”

For the love of…I was so screwed.