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He damned near shuddered at the pleasure. Fuck him, she was like a fire herself, burning him from the inside out.
“We’ll know.” They’d worked too long, too hard and this sale was too important to Warbucks’s reputation.
She finally nodded as her tongue slipped between her teeth to lick over the lobe of his ear. His palm cupped her breast, his thumb stroking over her nipple.
The hard tip was warm silk, tempting his mouth even as he fought to hold back.
“What about our other party of interest?” She breathed against his ear as her hands rasped down his chest to his taut abdomen.
“Either way, full disclosure will be demanded,” he assured her.
She nipped at his ear. “Tell me who he is.”
He almost grinned. “Abbas? A true bastard.”
“Uh-huh.” Her lips moved to his neck as the mission began to take second place now that she had the information she needed in case Falks or Greer approached her.
“Fifteen percent fee.” He finally remembered as her tongue stroked beneath his ear.
“Hmm,” she murmured as her fingers moved to his belt and slowly loosened it.
Hell, they would end up melting the snow from the shelter faster than the warmth of the fire would.
Moving back slowly, he sat down on the bench, staring up at her as he gripped her thighs and pulled her to him. He needed a taste of her, just a little bit. He couldn’t get enough of her, no matter how much he tried.
Jerking the hem of her sweater over her silken stomach he laid his lips against her flesh and listened to her breath catch, felt her hips arch.
He touched her and she caught flame along with him. It was like spontaneous combustion, and it was destructive.
“Straddle me.” He pulled her closer as his head lifted.
A flush mounted her face as she moved to straddle his hips. Leaning back, he arched his hips as she came over him, driving his denim-covered cock between her thighs.
“Damn, you’re hot, even dressed,” he growled as he gripped her hips, ground against her and moved her over him.
“Dangerous game here,” she panted. “I could end up tearing your clothes from that sexy body of yours and having my way with you.”
“You’d have to beat me to it,” he promised her. “Because I’m less than a second from doing the same to you.”
He gripped her hair and pulled her to him, demanding a kiss that he knew would sear his senses. And it did. It burned into his brain, sent flames shooting over his nerve endings and exploding in his balls.
He could lay her back and strip her, have her, taste every inch of her body, and pray to God no one caught them. The chances of being caught were slim to none, he assured himself. Only a few people would know where they were. The guests at the party wouldn’t be slipping out here until after dark. They were a bit more circumspect in their liaisons.
John felt her hands thread through his hair, her fingers clenching as she tried to pull him closer. Her lips moved beneath his, her tongue accepted his, rubbed against it, tasted him as he tasted her. They both groaned, the sounds of pleasure washing around them as they strained closer.
His head tilted as he moved to taste more of her. His hands were beneath her sweater, cupping and caressing her unbound breasts, stroking her nipples and dying for a taste of them.
There was a mission here that he was supposed to be concentrating on. A job to do. Hell, Jordan would kill him if he found out how distracted he was becoming and just how important Bailey was becoming to him.
The unit was all that mattered to Jordan Malone. Bailey was all that mattered to John. This wasn’t going to work out for the other man where missions were concerned. And nothing else was going to work out for John if he lost Bailey.
Holding her to him, his lips sipping at hers, his hands stroking her breasts, her nipples, he knew he couldn’t live without the taste of her, the touch of her. He needed this simply to survive.
“Well, it looks like we’re definitely interrupting something here.” The low, irritated foreign drawl had John’s head jerking back as he pulled Bailey from his lap to the relative protection of his side.
“You’re so bad, Jerric.” Catalina’s cool, feminine tones were filled with amusement. “You could have given them a few minutes before interrupting.”
Bailey stared back at the couple, her senses alive like never before, and felt a flush work over her face as she faced Jerric Abbas.
