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“Even if both parties agree?”
“I don’t know.” She got out of the car. “But I’m interested to hear how Ava Anders explains it.”
Inside, they started upstairs together. “It seems to me,” Roarke said, “that if she’d wanted to hide the payments to Charles, she’d have paid in cash. And speaking of Charles, did he seem distracted tonight? Even before he understood why we were there?”
“Yeah, something. Maybe some trouble in paradise, even though he said everything was fine.”
“That would be a pity. They work together very well.”
When she started to turn toward her office, he took her hand, tugged her in the opposite direction. “What? I’ve got work.”
“We both always have work. Now, it’s nearly midnight, and you’ve had a very long day.”
“I just want to—”
“So do I. I’m thinking of ordering up some raspberry sauce.”
“Funny guy. You’re a funny guy. Look, I just want another hour to—”
“I have other plans for your next hour.” Shifting position, he began to back her into the bedroom. “Here’s that compromise. That…modification.” He depressed the release on the weapon harness she’d strapped back on to go out.
“Maybe I’m not in the mood.”
“Then…” He trailed a finger down her throat, flipped open the first button of her shirt. “I suppose you’re going to be bored. Fire on.” He opened the next button as the flames flashed in the hearth. “Lights off.”
He continued to back her toward the platform, and the lake-sized bed it held, watching her eyes when her harness and then her shirt fell to the floor. “Step up,” he warned when they reached the platform. “And again.” Then he gave her a light shove so she fell back on the bed.
“I guess I’ll just lie here and take it.”
“You do that.” He lifted her leg, pulled off her boot.
“Don’t take it personally if I nod off.”
“Of course not.” He tossed the second boot aside. He ran his hands up her legs, smiling at her quiver when they stroked over her center on the way to the hook of her trousers. He drew them down her legs, let them drop.
Eve faked a yawn, tapped her hand over her mouth. “Sorry.”
He cocked a brow. There wasn’t another woman in the world, he thought, who could amuse, challenge, and arouse him as she did. He pulled off his sweater, tossed it aside, then sat on the side of the bed to remove his own boots. Behind him, she made exaggerating snorting sounds until he pinched her.
“Oh, sorry. Was I snoring?”
He stood, unhooked his trousers, stepped out of them. “Go back to sleep,” he said as he slid onto the bed, slid onto her. “This won’t take long.”
She started to laugh, and the sound strangled when he closed his teeth over her breast through the thin tank she wore. “Okay then.” She cleared the huskiness out of her throat. “I guess I can give you a few minutes.”
“Well, now, I appreciate that.” He caught her nipple, exquisite control, while he trailed a fingertip up her inner thigh, traced it at the edge of the simple cotton.
He heard
her breath catch, and felt her muscles twitch, then the quiet moan when he slid just under the cotton. Slipping toward the heat and away again, teasing while her heart kicked to gallop under his relentless mouth. All that strength, all that wit, all that will melted into need beneath him.
His mouth found hers, took, as he stroked her up, still up, up to the quivering edge.
Then he rolled off. “Well, that ought to do it.”
Her body all but screamed in denial.
She levered up, straddled him. He was hard as iron, and his gorgeous face covered with humor. “Funny guy,” she said again. Crossing her arms, she tugged the tank up and off, then crooked both her index fingers. “Hands on, pal.”
