Page 62 of Rival Hero


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My forehead creases with confusion. “Your HHD?”

He taps at his forehead with his pointer finger twice. “Human hard drive.”

A snort laugh escapes me, making me cup my mouth and nose to cover it. “Well, if you figure that out, I hope you’ll share your secret with me. There are quite a few files in my HHD that I’d like to delete permanently.”

Still sounding and looking a little stiff, he rolls his neck to force himself to relax. “Okay, so where were we?”

Before I can respond, my brain short circuits at Cal’s reappearance in the room. He takes his seat wordlessly, looking cool as a cucumber. You’d never know he had his tongue down my throat and my hand on his erection five minutes earlier.

Stealthily, I glance at his lap region to see if he’s still pitching a tent.Oh, drats.Can’t tell.

My eyes snap forward when he casually asks, “What’s the new case? You need help?”

His nonplussed tone is quite a change from the throaty growls he was emitting earlier. I can still hear them boinking around the recesses of my hormone-drunk mind.

Yes, boinking. Because that’s what I want to be doing with him.

Tomer answers flatly, “We’re good for now. I’m using it as a training exercise for her. A test run to see if she’s ready to handle this on her own, which she probably is.”

Klein nods, offering a silent agreement and revealing nothing about how he’s feeling. It’s so unsettling since he’s normally the scotch tape level of emotionally transparent.

Tomer’s continued explanation draws my attention. “The principal is the daughter of Senator John Higgins. She’s gotten three death threats via email in the last week.”

Klein’s mouth falls slightly agape. “A US senator?”

My head whips toward Tomer, and once again, I’m a ping-pong ball being volleyed between these two. “Nah. He’s a Florida state senator. Lives here when he’s not in Tallahassee.”

“Is it a full protection detail or an IT consult?”

I swivel my head to see how Tomer replies, since Klein’s question is directed at him. Should this conversation continue much longer, I’ll need to book an appointment with a chiropractor. If we’re going to keep working in this shared space, we should redesign the desk configuration. Maybe a triangular setup would work better.

Tomer faces his computer again, grabs his mouse, and tips his chin in my direction. “Mia is point on this one; ask her.”

That bland man is so damn cunning. He doesn’t believe for a hot minute that Klein and I resolved oursubstantialissues in thirty minutes, so he’s testing us.

Klein’s impassive face shifts to mine, brows raised in question.

After clearing my throat and forcing a swallow, I channel my inner Buddhist Monk, aiming for a Zen-like tone. “A little of both so far. Big Al sent Henderson for in-person protection, and Junior is scheduled to relieve him tonight. That should buy us time to see if we can track down the tango. It’s the senator’s hope that we get this resolved as quickly and quietly as possible so we don’t disturb his daughter’s life or gain media coverage.”

Cal lifts a shoulder in a half shrug and rolls out his lips like he’s offering me a seat. “That’s what they all want, but it’s not usually up to us.”

“Any other questions?”

My voice is so chill that you’d never know I’m picturing myself on my knees under his desk, choking on his cock.

But you better believe I am.

Our gazes lock for a heated moment before his eyes drop to my mouth. When he bites his lower lip, I force myself not to devolve into a puddle of Mia juices on the floor. Someone could slip.

“Do you need any help?” He lifts his chin, pointing it at my monitor. “With the case?”

“No, thank you. I’ll ask if I have any questions.”

“Okay.” The word falls from his mouth so gently it practically caresses his lips as it passes by.

At the bottom of my field of vision, I detect movement, but I’m too enraptured by his mouth to pay it any mind. Slowly and with deliberate intention, he brings his hand up to my face, thumb extended. Instinctively, I shy away from his touch, but he catches me and drags the pad of his thumb across my lower lip, swiping it from left to right, then back again.

My jaw drops slightly, parting my lips, and my breath hitches. My eyes track the delicate way he pulls away, revealing a bright pink smudge across his thumb.

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