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Over and over it ripped through him until he gasped her name, buried his head at her neck, and gave himself to it.
“Baby. Baby.” He couldn’t bear letting her go. Shudders, tremors raced through him. His knees were weak. It seemed the strength he had always depended on was failing him, and it was going fast.
He’d buried one hand in her hair, holding her head to his shoulder as he poured himself inside the tight grip of her pussy.
“I want to hold on to you forever,” she sobbed against his shoulder. “Don’t let go of me, John. Not yet.”
“I have you, baby,” he whispered, holding her closer, trying to bring her body fully into his. “I have you. Right here.”
She stared up at him, her beautiful green eyes dark with satisfaction and the edges of pain.
“It’s going to be over soon,” she said softly against his shoulder. “Warbucks will be neutralized, the missiles will be safe, and it will all be over.”
And he could hear the hollow pain in her voice that they would be over as well. He wouldn’t let it happen. He couldn’t let it happen, and Jordan would have to understand that. There came a time when a man had to accept where his priorities lay. His were with Bailey. They should have been with Bailey all along. Vengeance was nothing compared with the hell he had faced without her.
Everything wasn’t going to be over, though. He would make sure of it. They weren’t going to be over. He wasn’t letting her go. But first, he had to face Jordan. There was always the chance that Jordan could just have him canceled. It was in his contract, after all. The warning that ignoring or disobeying orders could result in a silent order to terminate.
Not that he thought Jordan would do it. But he owed it to Bailey to know exactly what they were going to be facing before he broached the subject with her.
It would mean a lot of trust from her; it would require a lot of trust from the other team members to bring her in.
She would love it, though. Bailey was a damned good agent. Too good to just quit.
“I think I’m hungry,” she said softly into the silence as she sat up and pushed her hair back from her face before looking down at him. “What about you?”
“We missed dinner.” He turned and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “And your friends are getting worried about you. The story is that you fell in the gardens and cut your arm. You’ve been recuperating.”
“I’m surprised you’ve kept them out of our bedroom.” She laughed, a low sweet sound that wrapped around his heart.
He grinned back at her, then grimaced as his cell phone rang. Picking up the device, he flipped it open. “Vincent.”
“I’m coming back in,” Travis told him quietly. “I’m about five minutes from the cabin.”
“We’ll be ready.” He jumped from the bed as he disconnected and turned back to Bailey. “Get dressed, Travis is on his way in.”
She breathed in roughly. “Does he know who hired Alberto?”
He shook his head. “He won’t report until he can do it securely.”
He moved to help her from the bed, then stepped back at her playful glare. “I can still walk, John.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not exactly an invalid from that little scratch.”
“Give me a few years to get over the sight of that bastard ready to slice your head from your shoulders,” he bit out, his voice rough as the image of it rose in front of his mind again. “That wasn’t one of my better days, Bailey.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t rate it very high either, John. But see, I’m just fine.” She spread her arms away from her luscious body as he felt his balls tighten in an impending erection.
“You look fine as rain, baby.” He sighed with the knowledge that he couldn’t have her again, not yet. “But if you don’t get dressed, Travis is going to end up seeing just how fine you really are, because I’m going to have you flat on your back again.”
That brought a smile to her face, but the quiet, somber intensity in her eyes was still present.
BAILEY PULLED ON JEANS, a sweater, and thick socks. She was leaving the bathroom when Travis’s quiet knock heralded his return to the mansion.
Opening the door, John let him in as Bailey turned on the white-noise generator and poured them all a cup of coffee.
“Thank you.” Travis accepted the cup as he sat at the small table on the other side of the room, farthest from the door.
Taking the other two cups, John moved to the table to join him as Bailey trailed behind him.
“We interrogated Rodriquez,” Travis said softly. “He didn’t have a lot of information, though. He was contacted anonymously. The money was deposited electronically into his account and he was given your identity. All he knows is that whoever hired him informed him that they would be at the party and they would know if he actually succeeded in earning the money.”
