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of absence. Everything coming out of my mouth was bullshit. I knew it, but I couldn’t stop the flow. I’d relish in the moment and suffer the consequences later. And, as bad as I had it for him, there would be some definite consequences.
    I didn’t want him to leave. When my parents died, I refused to say good-bye to anyone else. Jake would be my first good-bye after all these years. He’d leave, and I’d be alone. It was a vicious circle.
    With no warning, Jake grabbed me by the back of my neck and covered my mouth with his. I didn’t hesitate to kiss him back as he dipped his tongue inside and swirled it in time with mine. His warm hand found its way under my shirt, cupping my breast, rubbing my nipple between his fingers.
    I pulled at Jake’s shirt until he released me long enough to help jerk it over his head. He tossed it to the floor and yanked mine off as well. Then, he pushed me back onto the bed, sliding his hands over me. He slipped a nipple in between his teeth and gently tugged on it. Pleasure raced through my body in surges, making me arc farther into his awaiting mouth.
    My nether region was on fire. The sensations were well worth surrendering to, but I’d pay dearly when it came time for him to leave. This was all we would have. One night together.
    “Do you have a condom?”
    “The FBI taught me to always be prepared,” he said, grinning.
    I smiled back. “Even when it’s meaningless sex?”
    His face turned serious. “I don’t do meaningless sex.”
    I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I didn’t have time to respond before his hand found its way inside my pants and pushed them down. I kicked them off my feet as Jake hovered over me, staring down the length of my body. He wasn’t moving anymore. One minute, he was unbuttoning his pants, and the next, he was frozen in time.
    “Okay, what the fuck is that?” he asked.

Chapter Four
    I glanced down to see what I had missed. “Oh, shit! Well, it’s…uh…”
    Jake’s eyes met mine. “Did aliens invade your pants and leave crop circles in their wake?”
    Heat filled my face. “It’s a botched trim job. I forgot about it. If it’s a problem, then we can stop…” I tried to roll out from under him, but he clamped his hand on my shoulder and held me there.
    “I work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation,” he reminded me. “It’s my duty to investigate this, er…sighting…to the best of my ability.” He grinned.
    Wiseass.
    “Stay here,” Jake said. “I’ll be back.”
    “Oh, come on! It’s not that bad.”
    Once again, his eyes flitted down and back up. “No, but it isn’t that good, either.”
    “Then don’t bother.” I tried to nudge him off me, but he didn’t budge.
    He lowered his mouth to mine, kissed me hungrily, and then traced his tongue to my ear. “I’m just getting a condom,” he whispered, his voice aching with desire. “Rules of Protection, right?”
    “Oh,” was all I said as he pushed himself off me.
    He stood at the end of the bed and looked me over again, shaking his head with a smirk. His pants were undone, hanging loosely onto his waist, and the black boxer briefs outlined his raging hard-on.
    Hmmm. Impressive.
    Jake watched me lick my lips. “Hold that thought,” he said, then stepped out of the room. Several minutes went by before he returned—with his pants buttoned. He snatched my clothes from the floor and threw them at me. “Get dressed,” he ordered.
    “What’s wrong?”
    Jake pulled his T-shirt on. “We’ve got company.”
    My first thoughts were that our escorts had returned to check on us, or maybe my babysitters had arrived early. Then Jake grabbed his gun off the table and stuffed an extra clip into his back pocket. I threw my clothes on faster than he had pulled them off me.
    “Who is it?” I asked.
    “I don’t know, but they aren’t FBI or U.S. Marshals.”
    “How do you know?”
    “Because they’re walking the perimeter of the house, looking through windows,”