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He kept working her, milking the climax until she slumped against his chest.
“Yo, douchebag.” Rory’s voice from the hall brought their heads up.
“Shit.” Before Moe could stop him, the man knocked the swinging door open and stuck his head in. Moe shielded Parker, but hiding his tented erection was useless. “What the ever living fuck.”
When the wanker saw what was going down, he jerked back, letting the door close, grumbling, “We gotta go.”
Parker, breathing heavily, chuckled softly against his back. The sound tickled down his spine and went right to his already overinflated cock.
“Check your phone, man,” Rory called. “We’ll be in the car.”
Moe lowered Parker so her feet were on the floor, keeping a hand on her waist to steady her. With his other, he gripped the edge of the vanity, fumbling for self-control, his legs trembling with exertion and the fact he didn’t get off.
Satiated, she grinned, her lids at half-mast. “Looks like I owe you one, soldier boy.”
“You bet your sweet ass you do.” He nipped her bottom lip as he checked his screen to see a text from Beatrice. “Seems like we’ve got a new mission.”
Still leaning on him, Parker glanced at it. “I didn’t even get my chimichanga, dammit.”
As they exited the restroom, an older fellow stumbled in giving them an odd glance before realizing what must’ve been going on. He winked at Moe. “Lucky you.”
“Yeah, mate. Lucky me.”
Outside, they joined Rory and Amelia who were in the rear seat of the SUV. Moe put the car in gear and headed to SFI. At least having a new mission gave him something to fill the hollow feeling in his gut. That’s all he needed—a new target to hunt.
No one spoke on the drive into the country where the new headquarters was located, but catching Parker’s smiling face out of the corner of his eye gave him more satisfaction than any orgasm could.
I’ll leave a light on.
Too bad he was going to have to leave her soon.
TWO
SFI Headquarters
Beatrice loved beinghead of Shadow Force International. Loved the rush of pulling a team together for a mission and watching them gel. Her highly logical and intelligent brain thrived on challenges and prodigious, intricate ideas.
As she sat at one end of the conference table, she felt downright giddy with excitement. Giddy was not a term she ever used, and yet, there it was. This community, this family, was growing in ways she’d only imagined and she was taking them to a new level of success.
“I’ve called the five of you together for what could be the most difficult and important mission we’ve ever undertaken.” The group consisted of Rory, her IT and on-the-ground coordinator, Parker, head of the spy division, Cal, her husband and paramilitary team leader, and her super soldier, Trace.
Their outlier, Moe, was the wildcard she liked having on certain operations because of his expertise with kidnappings.
She rolled her Mont Blanc pen between her fingers and thumb. “Twenty-four hours ago, Lydia Charmaine, a once decorated operative and prized case officer, was abducted on her way from London to Colorado for a top-secret meeting. Authorities suspect but cannot confirm her abductors are members of the terrorist group RING. Lydia, while no longer working for MI6 and Scotland Yard, is currently a high-level executive for an independent intelligence taskforce most have never heard of—Ghost Fox.”
Rory and Parker exchanged a glance and shook their heads in unison. Even these two elite operatives were in the dark about this group. Cal, Trace, and Moe mimicked them, all of her team turning inquisitive eyes back to her.
She touched a button on the computer console and a photo of the woman in a smart royal blue suit appeared on the wall screen. “Lydia was a security advisor for the UK for many years under various titles. She also acted as ambassador to France, Afghanistan, and Russia before officially retiring from service. It is rumored that she once single-handedly stopped a war from breaking out in the Persian Gulf. The extent of her knowledge concerning international relations, terrorist groups, and a wide range of cyber, as well as human, intelligence makes her an attractive target.”
“Who exactly is Ghost Fox?” Parker asked.
“Ghost Fox is concerned with global strategies for defense, security, and intelligence. The members are recruited from all walks of life and multiple countries to consult on everything from artificial intelligence to cyber security. They include retired military and civilian experts in various fields. The founders have requested our assistance in retrieving Lydia as quickly as possible.”
The phone in the console rang. “Yes,” she answered.
“Emit Petit, line one,” Connor, her executive assistant, said.
She punched the button. “You’re on speaker.”
