hated
herself for being jealous over a man who, by all rights, was
virtually a stranger to her. So, she did what she did best.
Deflect. “I’ve heard they never do when you’re paying for it.”
“Play nice, children.” Cooler’s statement had no
heat in it.
They finished their briefing and suited up, getting
ready to complete the job they had before them.
αβ
Sarah stared at the ticket in her bandaged hand. Two
full weeks with Grey. The entire situation had her nervous.
Gunfire and bombs are fine, but time with my husband
freaks me the fuck out.
The joint op had been a success. An Irish faction
had been hired to take the sheikh out. In her opinion, the world
would have been better off if the ass had been killed. But, she
wasn’t in charge. Reason for that—I’m no good with
politics.
So, here she was, one hand curved about the handle
of her duffle and the other her ticket. She stepped out of her
shoes and put them in a bin. Her bag, she placed on the conveyor
after it. The TSA agent waved her up to the x-ray machine, and she
stepped in, putting her arms up in position, ignoring the pain in
her ribs. He gazed at her when she stepped out.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I will be.” She shrugged as she gave him a wan
smile. “Two weeks of vacay will hopefully be all that’s
needed.”
“Okay.”
Shoving back into her tennis shoes, she carried on,
strolling to her gate. With a groan, she settled back into an empty
seat, away from most people. Sarah closed her eyes and willed the
aches away. It didn’t take long, and she was in the air on her way
to JFK to change planes. At that gate, she again took a seat away
from most people, retreating into her own little world.
“Sore?”
That voice. It just wasn’t fair. The center of so
many fantasies, it could bring her to orgasm with little more than
a single word.
She opened her eyes and found herself snared by an
aquamarine gaze. Her belly clenched with raw need and a craving
only he could assuage. His loose-fitting jeans hid nothing and
emphasized it all. Perhaps because I know what’s beneath there.
I can’t believe he’s here.
His green long sleeves had been pushed up, showing
strong forearms. The hem hung partially tucked in his pants, lying
in a diagonal over his crotch. Her tongue flicked out as she
dragged her gaze back up—leisurely—his hard body. The dark grey
skullcap on his head did funny things to her insides. She loved the
look on him.
“A bit,” she remarked as he lowered himself next to
her. He smelled of outdoors and adventure. And sin—don’t forget
sin. Does sin smell like something? Must be because I smell
him and think about all kinds of sinning.
He raked his stare over her. “Where’s your—” He
pointed at his forehead.
“Make up.” She’d had her head gashed open on the
final bit of the op. His stare went on for what felt like forever.
“What?”
“I want to kiss you.”
More belly flips. Blatant. Honest. Grey, all the
way.
She blinked. “So, what’s stopping you?”
His eyes flicked to her mouth. “I don’t know if I’d
be able to stop once I start.” That deep, smooth voice was nearly
her undoing.
“Oh,” she managed to squeak out. She cleared her
throat. “So, we’re going to an island?”
“You not like islands?”
“Every place is an island if you want to be
technical. The Earth is mostly water and surrounds all the
continents.”
“Have you been to this particular one?”
“No.”
He leaned closer. “Good, we can explore it together.
I would have been there in Atlanta, but I had to go to DC at the
last minute.”
“I’m still not sure why you want to do this.”
“Are you so averse to giving us a chance, Sarah?
What, think your mother won’t approve? My parents would be fine
with it. Well, Mom will be pissed I got married without telling
her, but they have never said a bad word about you.”
“We grew up in the same town.”
“Newsflash, lots of people marry from
herself for being jealous over a man who, by all rights, was
virtually a stranger to her. So, she did what she did best.
Deflect. “I’ve heard they never do when you’re paying for it.”
“Play nice, children.” Cooler’s statement had no
heat in it.
They finished their briefing and suited up, getting
ready to complete the job they had before them.
αβ
Sarah stared at the ticket in her bandaged hand. Two
full weeks with Grey. The entire situation had her nervous.
Gunfire and bombs are fine, but time with my husband
freaks me the fuck out.
The joint op had been a success. An Irish faction
had been hired to take the sheikh out. In her opinion, the world
would have been better off if the ass had been killed. But, she
wasn’t in charge. Reason for that—I’m no good with
politics.
So, here she was, one hand curved about the handle
of her duffle and the other her ticket. She stepped out of her
shoes and put them in a bin. Her bag, she placed on the conveyor
after it. The TSA agent waved her up to the x-ray machine, and she
stepped in, putting her arms up in position, ignoring the pain in
her ribs. He gazed at her when she stepped out.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I will be.” She shrugged as she gave him a wan
smile. “Two weeks of vacay will hopefully be all that’s
needed.”
“Okay.”
Shoving back into her tennis shoes, she carried on,
strolling to her gate. With a groan, she settled back into an empty
seat, away from most people. Sarah closed her eyes and willed the
aches away. It didn’t take long, and she was in the air on her way
to JFK to change planes. At that gate, she again took a seat away
from most people, retreating into her own little world.
“Sore?”
That voice. It just wasn’t fair. The center of so
many fantasies, it could bring her to orgasm with little more than
a single word.
She opened her eyes and found herself snared by an
aquamarine gaze. Her belly clenched with raw need and a craving
only he could assuage. His loose-fitting jeans hid nothing and
emphasized it all. Perhaps because I know what’s beneath there.
I can’t believe he’s here.
His green long sleeves had been pushed up, showing
strong forearms. The hem hung partially tucked in his pants, lying
in a diagonal over his crotch. Her tongue flicked out as she
dragged her gaze back up—leisurely—his hard body. The dark grey
skullcap on his head did funny things to her insides. She loved the
look on him.
“A bit,” she remarked as he lowered himself next to
her. He smelled of outdoors and adventure. And sin—don’t forget
sin. Does sin smell like something? Must be because I smell
him and think about all kinds of sinning.
He raked his stare over her. “Where’s your—” He
pointed at his forehead.
“Make up.” She’d had her head gashed open on the
final bit of the op. His stare went on for what felt like forever.
“What?”
“I want to kiss you.”
More belly flips. Blatant. Honest. Grey, all the
way.
She blinked. “So, what’s stopping you?”
His eyes flicked to her mouth. “I don’t know if I’d
be able to stop once I start.” That deep, smooth voice was nearly
her undoing.
“Oh,” she managed to squeak out. She cleared her
throat. “So, we’re going to an island?”
“You not like islands?”
“Every place is an island if you want to be
technical. The Earth is mostly water and surrounds all the
continents.”
“Have you been to this particular one?”
“No.”
He leaned closer. “Good, we can explore it together.
I would have been there in Atlanta, but I had to go to DC at the
last minute.”
“I’m still not sure why you want to do this.”
“Are you so averse to giving us a chance, Sarah?
What, think your mother won’t approve? My parents would be fine
with it. Well, Mom will be pissed I got married without telling
her, but they have never said a bad word about you.”
“We grew up in the same town.”
“Newsflash, lots of people marry from
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