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The maze held a variety of small sheltered grottoes with gas fireplaces, each creating an enchanted private atmosphere that guests were invited to partake of.
He and Bailey set up an arrangement of meeting places there. If one was being used, the next on the list they’d created would be checked.
He moved to the first on the list. It was midway into the maze, difficult to find, and highly private. It was the perfect setting for a tryst, or a covert meeting.
He slid into the grotto, his gaze raking over her slender figure as she shed the jacket she had worn. Beneath it she wore a light loosely woven sweater, jeans, and boots. Her hair brushed past her shoulders, framed her quiet expression, and picked up the rich color in her emerald-green eyes.
God, she’s beautiful, he thought as an image of her the night before, taking his dick, crying his name, shot through his mind. He’d had problems with that all day. The memory of it distracted him and never failed to tighten his cock as his balls throbbed in hunger.
Damn her, he couldn’t get her out of his system and he couldn’t get enough of her. He didn’t want her out of his system. He wanted her in his arms until they both took their last breath. Hopefully years and years from now.
“It’s about time you showed up,” she murmured with a smile as he moved to her and took her in his arms. “I didn’t think you’d ever make it.”
Her body snuggled against his, accepting a part of him that he never wanted to lose. It was almost impossible to pull his head out of his cock enough to concentrate on the mission.
“Are we clear?” he asked, his voice barely a breath of sound as he kissed the shell of her ear.
She caught his wrist and moved his hand to her rear, to the back pocket where she had tucked the slim electronic detector she had been given to sweep their room.
Lowering his hand, he clenched it over the rounded globe and pulled her closer to him, letting her feel the erection that throbbed beneath his jeans.
“I could eat you up right here,” he whispered. “Lay you out on that bench and show you just how inventive I can get with my tongue.”
Her breath caught. He heard the sound, felt the little jerk of her body as her hands moved beneath his jacket to tighten on his shoulders.
“You’re distracting me,” she breathed out roughly.
“I’m distracting me.” His hand petted and stroked over her rear as the image of her spread out on the padded bench nearly had him spilling himself in his jeans.
God, the things she did to him.
“Our friends are definitely a part of the problem.” He kept his voice so low that she had to press her ear to his lips to hear him.
“You met?” The feel of her lips rubbing against his ear in turn had his balls drawing tight.
“With both of them,” he affirmed. “The job is on the table between myself and our other party of interest. Your attempts to investigate as you covered for them over the years were successful. They believe they can trust you, as well as me. We should know within a few days.”
Her hand stroked over his shoulders, her nails scraping against his sweater as her hips moved against his, teasing him, torturing him in the most pleasurable way.
“You’ll be chosen,” she stated. “One of them will come to me soon enough. Myron has yet to meet with me, but I’m expecting him to do so very soon. When he does I’ll let him know I’ve chosen you for the job.” He could hear the distaste in her voice.
Have you received any information on Roth? He couldn’t stop himself from caressing her ear as the hand that rested at her waist dipped beneath the hem of her sweater. The memory of that knife at her throat still had the power to terrify him.
“No.” She shook her head. “He hasn’t been seen since leaving Aspen last night, but I don’t expect to hear anything for several days.”
“He’ll be careful for a while until he’s certain he’s not being tracked,” John agreed. “Do you think Warbucks will pull back and allow him to live?”
“It’s according to how bad he wants to please me,” she said. They were hoping Warbucks’s intent to draw her in went deep enough for a favor. It could give them an edge they could use later.
John nodded. “We should know something soon then.”
The waiting game was the hardest. They had everything in place, their intent had been made clear. Now they just had to wait to see what Warbucks did with it.
“I’ve demanded full disclosure, either way,” he told her. “The price, the item and the buyers involved will demand it simply because of the risk factor. I need to know who to come after if I get screwed.”
And John Vincent was known to come after his enemies.
“How do we know we’ll meet the true Warbucks?” Her hands were as busy as his. They stroked beneath his sweater, her fingers combing through the fine mat of hair on his chest before rasping against a hard male nipple.
