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He slammed against the wall again and sucked in a breath at the feel of her body heat along his back. The wall itself was cool against his cheek and Pussy chuckled softly behind him as his eyes slid closed.
Everything in his rational mind shouted Fight back! Fulfill your mission! This is not the way an escape attempt is supposed to go!
He was shocked to realize his body, his soul, wanted something entirely different.
Pussy slid her grip towards his wrists and he twitched. The trained impulse to break a weak hold was strong but somehow not enough to let him twist away from her.
“I thought you were immune to my charm,” he breathed.
She made a sound that was so close to a purr he couldn’t call it anything else. “I’m not interested in what you call your charm. I want to see your need.”
Need? He needed to complete his mission. Where did this desire to melt against the wall and let her take charge come from?
Pussy chuckled softly as she felt him start to relax. “That’s it,” she murmured into his ear. “Believe me, I can give you what you want.” She laid her hands over his and pinned them to the wall by his head, lacing her fingers between his. “Say yes. Tell me you want this.” She pressed her hips to his backside, grinding a little.
He clenched his jaw, caging the desire behind his teeth, and she made a soft thoughtful sound and took a stronger grip on his arms.
“You’re stubborn, but perhaps we can sweeten the offer, Mr Bond. Even at such short acquaintance, I like you far more than I like my current employer.” Her voice dropped to a lower, rougher, tone that made a shiver trace up his spine. “I might be of assistance to you, in exchange for…other things.” She made a not-so-subtle movement with her hips and his mouth opened with an uneven breath.
It was tempting, so very very tempting…
"No one is here to see," she said soothingly, as if she’d read his mind. Or his body language. "And you know you want this.” He didn’t answer, and she chuckled. “You do, but you just can’t admit it, can you? Well, never mind, you want my help and surely you can just,” she paused and he could hear the smirk in her voice, “lie back and think of England.”
There was a noise around the corner and he jumped, tensing again. “Someone’s coming,” he breathed, trying to push away from the wall.
She made a small disappointed noise. “Ah well, we could have done this the easy way, but I suppose…”
And Bond was shocked to find himself flipped around and dumped onto the floor with an ease that spoke of considerable skill in some martial art. He stared up the barrel of her gun to the calm and detached expression she wore as the guards appeared around the corner with a shout. She was beautiful, clever, an expert pilot. He hadn’t expected any other capabilities.
She smiled coolly. “You do keep underestimating females, don’t you, Mr Bond? We really will have to see if there’s anything we can do about that. Perhaps we shall have a teaching moment later on.”
To his embarrassment, his cock gave a little twitch of anticipation even as the guards rushed forward to lay hands on him.
With the door securely locked and guards on the other side, he’d eventually dozed off in the comfortable enough room. He didn’t know if Goldfinger had other plans for him, but Pussy certainly seemed as if she might. He kept telling himself that, whatever she had in mind, he should be willing to cooperate. Only so that she would help him get away with his intel, of course.
After all, his usual methods clearly weren’t going to lead to the easy escape he’d assumed. And Pussy Galore was the key to stopping Goldfinger’s plan. If seduction wouldn’t work, he’d just have to meet her demands.
He could handle whatever she wanted in exchange.
No one had to know…
He fell asleep anticipating what that cooperation might involve.