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“What?” Toni snapped, decidedly cranky.

He patted his shoulder and grinned. He knew he was pushing boundaries, but he couldn’t resist. It was his job to look after her, wasn’t it? Besides which, neither one of them was going to enjoy this flight if she couldn’t get comfortable. “Let’s snuggle.”

“I amnotsnuggling with you.” She tucked her body into a tight ball. “You’re my employee.”

“Exactly. Meaning you’re paying me to be useful. And right now, I can be most useful as your pillow.”

“I’m paying you to be my bodyguard.”

“Which I’ll do a better job at if I get adequate sleep. And I can’t do that with you swearing like a sailor every two seconds and causing a ruckus.”

“I was not causing a ruckus.” She sounded outraged. Still, as he looked at her dark eyes and flushed cheeks, Spencer couldn’t remember ever seeing a prettier sight. “And I can’t help it if I’m so preoccupied that it’s making me antsy.”

“Preoccupied? By what?”

“Everything.” She curled her stockinged toes, and he had the ridiculous urge to pull off her fuzzy pink socks and massage her feet until she moaned with pleasure. “Flying isn’t exactly my forte, okay?”

“Kind of strange for a gal in your line of work, isn’t it?”

“I can’t help it. Sorry.”

Spencer watched her for a long moment, her whole demeanor tense, and something inside him unfurled. He took a deep breath and patted his shoulder again. “C’mon. You’re the one who told me my job would include ‘other duties as required.’ Let’s just chalk this up as one of those duties.”

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

“Right. You’ll be sleepingonme. Nothing untoward, I promise. Women tell me I make a very comfortable pillow. I come highly recommended.”

“How nice for you.” The snark in her tone made him grin.

“Well, it’s your loss.” He relaxed back into his corner and closed his eyes, the weight of her stare making him want to pull her closer despite his resolve to steer clear. After several seconds, he peeked one eye open to see her scooting a tiny bit nearer. “I don’t bite,” he said. “Unless you like that sort of thing.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.” The fact that he enjoyed a bit of pain with his pleasure wasn’t something he felt was appropriate to share with her. He didn’t know why he’d even let that slip. Instead of answering, he closed his eyes again. “See you in Jubail.”

She waited to make her move until he was almost asleep, until he’d managed to get his mind quiet, to push away every thought of how close she was and how much he wanted her pressed against him. He just barely registered her saying, “Dammit,” under her breath and then, a millisecond later, her warmth moved in alongside him, her head slowly coming to rest on his chest.

He made himself stay still, forced his breathing to stay slow so she could pretend he was sleeping straight through this, though he was certain she could hear his heart pounding, especially when she clutched the front of his shirt.

It took every ounce of willpower he had not to pull her across him and stroke every inch of her luscious curves. Instead, he let her settle in and kept his hands to himself even as his body tightened involuntarily.

Okay. Perhaps this hadn’t been his most brilliant idea after all.

“I’m only doing this because I need my rest too,” she whispered. “I’ve never slept well alone.”

He stayed silent. The smell of roses from her perfume and the citrusy fragrance of her shampoo blended into an aroma that hit him harder than anything he’d had to drink the previous night. The woman was truly intoxicating. Eyes squeezed shut, he did his best to drift off. It had been too long since he’d had a woman. That had to be it. Totally explained his overreactions to her. Toni Williams was his target, his job, his employer. Kyle would have Spencer’s ass in a sling if he got personally involved with her.

Still, as she snuggled closer and his arms somehow found their way around her, all Spencer could see in his mind was the two of them together, entwined in satin sheets, sleeping only after he’d fully sated them both.

4

“Get your lazy ass up and help me load this gear…”

Nick’s wide grin loomed over Spencer’s face, temporarily blocking the hot desert sun.

Spencer groaned, then yawned and stretched as Nick kicked his booted feet. “Fine. I’m up. I’m up.”

He scrubbed a hand through his buzz-cut hair and swung the nearest bundle of supplies over his shoulder before heading toward the transport truck. “Bet you can’t wait to get home, eh, buddy?”

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