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As the volunteers filed in, there were a lot of looks thrown around. At Vivi, at him, and then between those in the group. It wasn’t hard to figure out what he and his wife had been doing before they’d interrupted.
Sabrina had recruited Ranger and Zeb. The instant Vivi spotted the former spymaster, she brightened even more. They’d obviously crossed paths at some point in her career, and Zeb accepted her hug with a pat on the back, acting as though he was embarrassed by her show of affection.
“I thought you were dead,” she said, shifting back and looking him over. Her voice had a note of teasing in it.
“I like it that way.” He rubbed her head with his knuckles. “Prison doesn’t suit you, Doc.”
“It sucked.”
He ran his hands down her thin arms and wrinkled clothes, sliding his eyes to Ian and back to Vivi. “How you gettin’ on?”
“Better now that I’mnotdead,” she answered with a dry snicker. “I had no idea you were part of the Cult of Beatrice.”
He chuckled and winked at her. “All the best folks are.”
Sabrina tossed down tarps and a bag of brushes, towels, and blue tape. Mick hauled two gallons of paint to a corner of the room. “Gonna need a ladder,” he said, surmising the height of the ceiling.
Vivi pointed at the hall. “I’m going to put on some old clothes. Be right back.”
Ian boosted himself off the desk, his gaze locked on her backside. “I need to change, too.”
“Sure you do,” Mick said with a cunning tone in his voice. “Go take care of your woman. We’ve got this.”
He was going to take care of her all right. Ian left the smirks and knowing glances of the others behind and raced after his wife.
He heard the ding of the elevator around the corner and picked up his pace.
Wife. He loved the term. Never thought he’d have one. A year ago, he hadn’t even wanted a long-term commitment. His career had been everything. He’d loved the military, loved the discipline as well as the adventure. When he’d been required by the Navy to routinely see a psychologist after every mission, he’d balked at the idea. Like most guys, the last thing he wanted to do was talk about his feelings.
And then he’d met Vivi.
The elevator doors were shutting, Vivi’s eyes widening when she saw him closing in. He slipped sideways through the tight opening, caught her up and pinned her against the back wall.
She squealed and wrapped her arms around him. He ground his pelvis against her and she pressed her breasts into his chest.
It was one floor, one goddamned floor, and not nearly enough time for anything more than a kiss before the ding announced they had arrived at their destination.
He carried her out, barely noticing one of the guys take a step back to allow them to pass. Her room was too far and she was so warm, so willing in his arms. He kissed her and kissed her and kissed her.
He was never going to let her out of his sight again. Never stop touching her. Never let her go.
Kicking the door to her room open, he loved the way she laughed and then stretched herself out on the mattress once he dumped her there. “So caveman,” she quipped.
“Here I thought it was romantic.” He locked the door and flipped on the lamp next to the bed. She had no windows, no natural light save for a narrow bar along the south wall near the top of the room. While he didn’t mind a sexy tussle in the dark, today he wanted to see every inch of her.
He planned to take his time, savor it, because it had been so long, and he’d believed for months that he would never get to touch her again.
Her eyes were pools of lust as she watched him remove his shirt and unbutton his jeans. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge, reaching for him. Her hands yanked his pants down, his erection jutting through the material of his underwear and into her face.
He would never get tired of hearing her laugh. She tugged the briefs away and took him in her mouth before the sound of it died out.
His body jerked, his hand going to the back of her head, the tickle of her hair under his palm. She clasped his ass cheeks with both hands and gorged herself on him.
“God, Vivi,” he moaned, hips bucking in rhythm with her mouth. She took him deep and pressed her tongue up against the underside of his cock, increasing the sensation.
His back arched and he came in a rush, her continuing to suck every last drop out of him. His knees went weak and he could barely stand, falling onto the bed beside her when she released him.
He lay there for long moments, appreciating her fingers stroking his chest, his legs. She tugged off his boots and pants, tossing them aside.
