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She felt him coming as her clit exploded beneath his fingers. He erupted with a hard flex of the shaft buried inside her, heat suddenly jetting against the too sensitive tissue, moist and so sensual, so erotic, that her womb clenched and spasmed again, throwing her relentlessly into another explosion that tightened her vagina around the already pulsing length of his cock.

She shouldn’t feel it like that, she thought distantly. Not with the condom she’d glimpsed between his flesh and hers. She shouldn’t feel his release like fiery caresses filling her.

She shouldn’t . . . but it was so good. The pleasure was so exacting, so deep that the fluttering response of her vagina clenched at his flesh again, holding him and rippling around him until the fiercely engorged flesh finally stilled.

Exhausted, completely unraveled and boneless, she wanted nothing more than to sleep. Nothing else mattered, to the point that she closed her eyes. Just for a minute, she promised herself. Just a little nap until she caught her breath. Darkness whispered over her and stole her into a warm, sheltering place of utter peace and dreamless rest.

Lifting her, Graham turned her in his arms, sheltering her against his chest as he managed to restore his clothes enough to get her to the bedroom. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her upstairs, wondering if his knees had the strength to make it to the bedroom.

He laid her on the bed, pulled the remnants of the pretty skirt from her hips, and for the second time that day collected a damp cloth to dry the perspiration from her body. Between her thighs he cleaned the mix of her silky response and his semen from her, feeling none of the overwhelming panic he would have felt with any other woman.

He knew the moment the condom burst. Hell, he’d felt the release boiling in his balls, had known despite the release he’d had that morning, he was going to explode inside her so damned hard it would steal his mind.

And he’d been right.

His senses had completely overloaded as he watched himself fuck her, watched his cock stretch her until he was certain he had to be hurting her. Instead she’d cried out for more, coming around him with such snug inner spasms it had stolen his control completely.

Finishing cleaning her off, he shed his clothes and removed the ruined condom before pulling a pair of cotton pants on and returning to the office.

He’d left the file on the desk and the office open. Instead of storing it in the drawer now, though, he gathered it together and left the office with it. Locking the door behind him, Graham pulled the phone from the pocket of his pants at the vibration of a call coming through.

Checking the caller ID, he answered it quickly.

“Everything okay?” he asked Elijah as he moved up the stairs.

“Everything’s clear.” There was still a thread of anger in the other man’s voice. “I wanted to check before returning Doogan’s call, though. He’s demanding a report.”

Of course he was, Graham thought with a heavy sigh. “This isn’t something I want to hide from him, Elijah,” he answered. “She’s too important to risk simply because her family and Doogan clash.”

“Natches has his moments. They’re either dumb ones or smart ones, no in between, and the dumb ones seem more prevalent,” the other man stated harshly. “He hasn’t changed much over the years, from what I understand.”

“Not a whole lot,” Graham admitted. “The dumb moments aren’t nearly as numerous as they were before Rowdy and Kelly married, though, from what Dad said before he died. Rowdy and his cousins used to be some hell-raisers.”

“Yeah, now they’re just hell to be around,” the agent grunted.

“There is that.” Graham almost chuckled at the thought. “By the way, when reporting to Doogan, don’t give him the name of the contact that brought the information in.” He refrained from mentioning Tracker’s name. “Doogan doesn’t need to worry himself over some things. That contact is one of those things.”

“No kidding.” Graham could almost see Elijah pushing his fingers through his hair and rubbing at his neck. “Okay, I’ll call the bastard back. I put a few more cameras up while I was out and tied the entire program into this number. If you hear it ping, check it. Your number’s secondary and it might mean I’ve somehow been compromised and you’re in deep shit.”

Reentering his bedroom, Graham moved into the huge walk-in closet just inside the doorway, where he’d installed the monitors and controls to his own hidden camera system.

“Got it,” he murmured. “Check in on schedule and keep your eyes open.”

“Always,” Elijah promised.

Disconnecting the call, Graham closed the closet door, moved to the wall behind it, and depressed the hidden release there. The wall slid down soundlessly, revealing a large security monitor and a dozen different views of the property surrounding the house.

Elijah was stationed on the hill across from the house, looking down on an angle that afforded him a view of the back gardens and pool area as well as the side of the house and front drive. The other views were clear of human intrusion, and that was all that mattered at the moment.

He depressed the control once again and the wall slid back into place but the restless feeling inside him still plagued him.

Something wasn’t right. It was nagging at him, refusing to come together. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Something he had a feeling could very well end up tipping the scales out of his favor and into his enemy’s if he didn’t figure it out quickly. If he didn’t figure it out before he lost Lyrica forever.

NINETEEN

Emerging from the bathroom several mornings later, her only covering the lacy black panties with a tiny, vividly pink bow just above the cleft of her rear and a matching bra sporting a bow between her breasts, Lyrica came to a stop at the sight of Graham stepping into the bedroom wearing nothing but loose black cotton pajama bottoms. Carrying a large tray in his hands with several covered dishes, he was obviously surprised to see her awake and showered.

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