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Planting her palms on his chest, she leaned over him, their lips inches apart, to stare into his eyes.
The dark pull of his eyes on her soul made her want to look away, but damn if she could. With extreme slowness, she slid down Slade’s hard cock and stopped, unmoving.
His palm struck her ass.
The slap stung. It shocked.
And it turned her on like nothing before it.
Unable to hold still another second, she drove her body down on him again and again, urging them hard and fast toward a blazing finish. His jaw clenched. The depths of his eyes burned. And his strong fingers dug into the spot on her ass he’d just slapped to remind her he owned her body.
“Damn you,” she gasped.
His wicked laugh carried her over the edge. His low growl and the splash of his cum inside her had her pussy contracting with her own mind-spinning release.
She had no memory of hitting the bed or Slade wrapping her in his arms, but suddenly her mind cleared and she remembered the image of Ramon’s son on that phone screen in Mexico. He stood in front of the Washington Monument.
Quickly, Lena rolled off the bed.
Slade let out a groan. “You think we can ever finish and…cuddle?”
She threw him a look as she grabbed her shirt. Damn, he was gorgeous stretched out on her bunk. But she couldn’t allow him to take over her brain anymore. Sex was fine—cuddling was out.
She pulled on her bra. “We used to do that. It didn’t work out well. I’m good with this—for now.”
In their line of work, who knew what tomorrow would bring for either of them?
Only now she had the baby to think about too.
ELEVEN
Lena turned her back on Slade, cutting off his view of her perfect perky tits. Then he saw the palm print on her ass, the pink outline of his hand, and his cock surged.
Totally insane, blinding lust tore through him, and he swiped his hand down his face in an attempt to dispel it.
When he looked again, she’d pulled on her panties and cut off his view of his mark on her.
Fuck, what made him slap her ass that way? In all the times they’d ended up in bed together, or against any surface they could find at the time, he’d never done such a thing.
He studied her. She didn’t seem to mind when he did it. In fact, she came quickly afterward, as if that sting of his palm spurred her on.
He let out a noise that had her twisting to stare at him. She thrust her shoulders straighter. “Stop looking at me that way.”
Seeing she was finished with him now that he’d given her several orgasms, he swung his legs over the bunk and stood.
She took one look at his naked body and walked out.
With a chuckle, he dressed and used her personal bathroom to clean up. After leaving her private space, he prowled the rooms of headquarters but didn’t find her again. Dammit, when were they going to discuss the baby?
She’d given him the slip. After a few more minutes of searching for her, he gave up. He could crash here in one of the spare bunks or on the couch in the common room, but he had a comfy hotel to return to.
He left under cover of darkness. Walking the streets at night never bothered him, but after Mexico, he wasn’t so trusting of the shadows. He kept his hand near the weapon riding along his spine, prepared to make a grab for it.
He crossed a few streets at a fast clip. Once he reached a more public area, he could grab a lift to his hotel, but for now, walking suited him. He needed time to ponder everything.
His vacation was cut short, so he didn’t get a chance to relax and think about what was on his mind at the time—Lena.
It was always Lena. The woman haunted his every move, dominated his every thought.
