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The first spurt exploded out of him. He pressed his mouth to her sleek throat and gave in to all the passion, the desire…the goddamn need to have this woman.
“A…J!” Her soft, rasping cry took him down in a drowning pool of emotion. With each jerk of his hips and pump of his cock, he drove them to the final shaking end.
She hung limp in his arms. He curled around her, hips still locked against her ass and his balls throbbing.
Outside the curtain, a low buzzing noise brought his head up. Indika turned her head toward the sound too.
“Your phone.”
“Yes.” Fuck, he needed to get that. It could only be somebody with intel.
Indika flattened herself to the wall, the action causing his cock to slip out of her body. “You’d better get it.”
Without another word or backward glance, she stepped out of the shower.
Fuck.This wasn’t how amazing sex between them should end. But he had to fight for what was right, and that meant answering the call when it came.
He switched off the water and reached for a towel and his phone just as Indika, wrapped in a beige towel, slipped out the door and closed it behind her.
His lips tightened across his teeth as he brought the phone up. It had stopped buzzing but he saw he’d missed Oz.
Just as he started to text a message in return, the phone buzzed again. He brought it to his ear.
“Your target’s on the move,” came Oz’s ominous warning.
“Shit.” He stepped forward and cracked open the door, throwing a glance toward Indika’s bedroom. Her door was closed, but he wasn’t exactly free to speak with her just a few thin walls away.
“I’m listening.”
He drew the door closed and focused on Oz, but his mind kept drifting to Indika. She knew he was taking a call and could probably guess why. He could only imagine the bricks she’d heap on the fortress she built around herself.
“My team has picked up Raheem on surveillance cameras. Ten minutes ago, he was pumping gas at a station off the interstate headed out of New York City.”
“Okay,” he breathed out in a low tone he hoped wasn’t overheard. “You think he’s headed for DC?”
“It’s likely. Abubakar’s cell is scattered and lying low all around the city.”
“Right.” All their combined sources told them there were at least twenty terrorists from that cell in hiding. And Raheem was coming to lead them.
“Send me the footage. I’ll feed it to Blackout this time,” Apollo said.
“On it.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Always. You know, Apollo, you’re damn good at being underground. You sure you want to return to Blackout?”
For a beat, he didn’t know what to say. “Coming from you, that’s the highest praise.”
“Well-deserved. Just know that I can always use a man with your skills on The Guard.”
“Is that a job offer?”
Oz snorted. “Figured you would have already picked up on that. But yeah, it is. Give it some thought. You don’t have to answer right now.”
Leaving Blackout would require a lot of thought he didn’t have time for right this minute. It wouldn’t be an easy decision if he chose that path. Blackout was his entire identity.
But The Guard’s headquarters was in Maryland. Not a bad drive to DC…to Indika.
