“It’s been too long.” Impatient fingers trailed up her thigh under her skirt, while hot breath set the skin of her neck on fire.
Sara scowled at him and pushed his hands off her leg. “I know, but not now. Not here, Michael.” She shoved against his chest to put space between them to no avail. He wouldn’t budge.
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“Did they ever prove if the agent was on the take?”
Jenna shook her head and started gathering the dinner plates from the coffee table. “They turned over the information to your office, but you know how you guys handle everything internally. No one on my side ever heard what happened one way or the other.”
This new information cast more suspicion on his partner. Dinsley’s behavior was already suspect before this, but if he were on the take… Read more »
“What, angel?” He caressed her cheek. “What is it?”
She sighed and dropped her gaze. “Making you wait the six months like you were just some guy I met at college was pointless.” Read more »
“Sara, what’s wrong?”
If her life were a Michael Bay film, this was the point where the camera would swing around her and Paul in a slow, full circle. Just like the phone call in Bad Boys II that let Will Smith and Martin Lawrence know that things just got real, Sara could feel the decided shift. It was a moment where it felt like nothing would ever be alright again. Read more »
It was well past eight o’clock before we had, what we hoped, was our Plan B. We knew Blackstone could strike at any time on Sunday, so we’d have to be ready for him tomorrow. It was a long shot, but I thought our plan just might work. Read more »
“We find them.” Paul was already changing out of his bowling shoes. “There’s nothing else we can do right now.”
Sara followed his lead and switched shoes. “They could be anywhere right now.”
And Sucre could be doing anything to Nika. Read more »
“Damn it all straight to hell!” Jenna shouted, tossing her cell phone to the floorboard of the car.
Jackson gave her a sidelong glance. “Everything okay?”
“No. Read more »
Jenna struggled to get out of Trista’s leather pants for a moment before remembering she hadn’t taken off her shoes yet. She reached for her shoes and tumbled back onto the bed. The shoes hit the floor with a thud and she winced. Good thing Trista was staying at Blaine’s that night. Even if she weren’t too drunk to avoid making noise with her shoes, the walls in the condo weren’t as thick as she’d like. Especially not when the nosy best friend’s bedroom was directly below. Read more »
She awoke still snuggled to his bare chest. It must be morning…or very close to it. The room was no longer dark; instead, dusky hues of predawn light filtered through the curtains. In that moment, she was content to stay in his arms for the rest of her life.
Perfect peace. That’s what this was. That must be how it felt to wake up with the man you loved. Read more »
Sleep simply would not come for Sara. It didn’t matter how long she spent envisioning total blackness, it would not take her from her current state of consciousness. Tossing and turning was perhaps more pointless than sheep counting.
Why was it that her bed felt so empty in the darkness? She always slept alone. Tonight shouldn’t feel so different. Read more »
Never in her life had she felt such utter peace as she did at that moment. She couldn’t move – she didn’t want to – for fear of disturbing the delicate illusion within. How long could she keep this up before movement or words would be expected? How long could she stay in bliss? Read more »
The air between them sizzled and popped with electricity. “Look…I don’t know what’s wrong with you all of the sudden today, Michael, but my mother’s kitchen table is on fire.”
“They’ve got it under control out there.” His hands skimmed her waist.
“Maybe someone needs to come get things under control in here then.”
“Oh, I’m working on that, Sara.” Read more »
The room was suddenly stifling. His breath was like fire on her skin and his eyes burned with the same intense glow as he stared at her. Her mouth was dry; breath was impossible. What was happening just didn’t make sense. She should put a stop to this. Read more »
Once dressed, Sara fluffed her hair and inspected her appearance in the mirror. Her skin was flushed and her lips were swollen from being kissed. On the outside, she had it together enough to rejoin her friends and share a meal. Sure, they’d all know by looking at her what had gone on in her room, but considering how long she’d been behind closed doors with Paul, anyone would be hard pressed not to know. Read more »
An unnatural quiet, even for the solitude of her room, settled over them. No wind snarled against the window panes. No muted laughter drifted in from the other room. The sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears should have deafened her yet it was muted next to the sizzling inferno scorching through Paul’s eyes, the heat emanating from them threatening to engulf her, consume her, if she let him set her ablaze. Read more »
