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Outside? Ha! Her comfort zone was in another time zone.
A sexy tourist? She could do that. She'd heard about the way agencies like NASSD treated their rookie agents. But she hadn't worn the title of rookie for seven years, and she sure as spit would never want to be considered a NASSD agent.
Never wanted it, never will.
Still, NASSD prided themselves on finding the new recruit's one weakness and playing on it, testing their will to extremes, pushing them to the edge of their sanity. Glancing at David, she thought this mission fit the bill. Her will to do extreme things to him drove her to the edge of her sanity.
Charis Marie McKoy! Behave yourself! Her lip curled as her mind disobeyed and did the exact opposite. Thoughts of him jogging over to her and sweeping her in his arms as he planted the hottest, wettest kiss she'd ever experienced made her purr. He'd then trace the inside of her mouth with his tongue, tasting her, and in turn, allowing her to taste him. She imagined his hands gliding across her flesh. They'd roll around on the sand, in the surf, just like in the movies.
She removed the sunglasses from her face and placed them on top of her head, pulling the front of her annoying curls off her face.
To her chagrin, he stood in place and stared right back at her, capturing her eyes with his. Good thing he couldn't read minds. The way he cocked his brow at her, his lips pulling into a sly grin, forcing a shudder from her, made her wonder.
He didn't wear sunglasses, and she noticed the way his dark eyes danced as he continued to watch her. God how she loved those deep brown eyes. Hooded, endless, mixed with powerful emotions. Kind eyes, despite the hurtful things he'd said about her beloved ICE agency.
Now as she stood here gawking at a man as big as life and incredibly mouth-watering, her heart jumped around in her chest like a little kid on a trampoline. He looked even more chiseled to perfection than she'd remembered. But then again, he'd had a year on the beaches of Maui to help condition him into the vision of the beautiful man before her.
His beachcomber shorts stopped mid-thigh. The Maui sun had done his body good, she had to admit. No shirt, no tan lines, just a hard body and sun kissed to perfection. He was a true work of art.
And like any work of art worth a hoot, Agent David Snyder was a hot commodity. Hot, indeed.
Three days. It took her a whopping three days to track him down. NASSD took longer planning the op than it did for her to find him. Why they asked her to find him instead of using their own agents still bothered her. NASSD rarely asked for ICE's help. At least not on something like this.
They treated ICE like barrel-scrapings. Well, until they wanted something. Then NASSD would be their best friend. She knew what they wanted.
David Snyder. She licked her lips, not blaming them in the least. Deep down, in the crux of her thighs, she wanted him, too.
NASSD and ICE had an unwritten agreement. ICE would take their discards, and in return, they got... What? Exactly what NASSD intended-their discards. It was high time they reversed the trade and took in an agent from ICE.
She'd just as soon tell them all to go to hell, and in binary. That would take the all-bronze-no-brains agency a while to decipher. If ever.
Instead of dwelling on her bitter diatribe toward NASSD, she decided to make the best of it. She'd pave the way for other ICE agents. Lord only knew how many other ICE agents felt the same way. The want for change. The need for something more than sitting behind a desk for the rest of their lives.
No more. The fact she found David Snyder and now stood here gawking at him had to prove to NASSD an ICE agent had the ability to do just as good a job as one of their own agents, maybe even better.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out
A sexy tourist? She could do that. She'd heard about the way agencies like NASSD treated their rookie agents. But she hadn't worn the title of rookie for seven years, and she sure as spit would never want to be considered a NASSD agent.
Never wanted it, never will.
Still, NASSD prided themselves on finding the new recruit's one weakness and playing on it, testing their will to extremes, pushing them to the edge of their sanity. Glancing at David, she thought this mission fit the bill. Her will to do extreme things to him drove her to the edge of her sanity.
Charis Marie McKoy! Behave yourself! Her lip curled as her mind disobeyed and did the exact opposite. Thoughts of him jogging over to her and sweeping her in his arms as he planted the hottest, wettest kiss she'd ever experienced made her purr. He'd then trace the inside of her mouth with his tongue, tasting her, and in turn, allowing her to taste him. She imagined his hands gliding across her flesh. They'd roll around on the sand, in the surf, just like in the movies.
She removed the sunglasses from her face and placed them on top of her head, pulling the front of her annoying curls off her face.
To her chagrin, he stood in place and stared right back at her, capturing her eyes with his. Good thing he couldn't read minds. The way he cocked his brow at her, his lips pulling into a sly grin, forcing a shudder from her, made her wonder.
He didn't wear sunglasses, and she noticed the way his dark eyes danced as he continued to watch her. God how she loved those deep brown eyes. Hooded, endless, mixed with powerful emotions. Kind eyes, despite the hurtful things he'd said about her beloved ICE agency.
Now as she stood here gawking at a man as big as life and incredibly mouth-watering, her heart jumped around in her chest like a little kid on a trampoline. He looked even more chiseled to perfection than she'd remembered. But then again, he'd had a year on the beaches of Maui to help condition him into the vision of the beautiful man before her.
His beachcomber shorts stopped mid-thigh. The Maui sun had done his body good, she had to admit. No shirt, no tan lines, just a hard body and sun kissed to perfection. He was a true work of art.
And like any work of art worth a hoot, Agent David Snyder was a hot commodity. Hot, indeed.
Three days. It took her a whopping three days to track him down. NASSD took longer planning the op than it did for her to find him. Why they asked her to find him instead of using their own agents still bothered her. NASSD rarely asked for ICE's help. At least not on something like this.
They treated ICE like barrel-scrapings. Well, until they wanted something. Then NASSD would be their best friend. She knew what they wanted.
David Snyder. She licked her lips, not blaming them in the least. Deep down, in the crux of her thighs, she wanted him, too.
NASSD and ICE had an unwritten agreement. ICE would take their discards, and in return, they got... What? Exactly what NASSD intended-their discards. It was high time they reversed the trade and took in an agent from ICE.
She'd just as soon tell them all to go to hell, and in binary. That would take the all-bronze-no-brains agency a while to decipher. If ever.
Instead of dwelling on her bitter diatribe toward NASSD, she decided to make the best of it. She'd pave the way for other ICE agents. Lord only knew how many other ICE agents felt the same way. The want for change. The need for something more than sitting behind a desk for the rest of their lives.
No more. The fact she found David Snyder and now stood here gawking at him had to prove to NASSD an ICE agent had the ability to do just as good a job as one of their own agents, maybe even better.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out
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