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shuttering into cold planes again.
    “Goddamn it, Viktor. Try,” Marissa snapped. “Or I’m not doing this with you anymore. And you’re not ordering me around like some damned flunky. You were out of line, and you know it.”
    “I was pissed,” Viktor bit out, his arms coming around her, pinning her to the length of his body. He lowered his head and muttered, “Thinking of someone else inside you—” His eyes turned murderous. “Makes me want to kill him and fuck you.”
    Marissa’s heart rate skittered, her skin tingling with sensual awareness as she pulsated between her legs.  
    “I haven’t slept with Brian, or any man, in six months,” she squeaked, a tad breathless.  
    Realization dawned on Viktor’s face, which made Marissa wary. He was pleased about something.
    “Great, we’re good to go then,” Viktor murmured, his mouth brushed the corner of her lips.
    “What the hell are you talking about?”
    “Your last check-up was three months ago, and you were clean.” The blond devil pulled back slightly and shrugged.
    “How?” she sputtered. Why would she even ask? Viktor had no problem with blatant invasion of privacy.  
    Viktor’s blue eyes darkened with lust and were the last thing she saw before his lips claimed hers in an urgent, demanding kiss. His tongue delved deep inside her mouth. An arm braced her front closer while his hand drifted to her ass and hauled her into him, plastering them together tightly. It seemed impossible to pull them apart. The heat between them ignited with Marissa returning his kisses feverishly, wanting to strip him bare and feel his skin over the ripples of muscle. Her sex flushed with arousal as his swelling hardness rubbed against her.  
    Something vibrated between them.
    Marissa tried to pull away.
    “Ignore it.” His voice was ragged. “I need to fuck you.”
    “It could be important.”
    Cursing, Viktor reluctantly set her from him and answered his phone.
    “Yeah.”
    He listened for a beat. His lips were set in a grim line at first, but they gradually curved into a faint smile. “She did, did she? . . . I’m not expecting anything different from you, McCord, but I agree. Maia comes first . . . good . . . tell her we’ll be there in an hour.”
    Ending the call, Viktor looked at her.
    “We?” Marissa asked.
    “Sweetheart, I may have been an ass earlier, and I apologize. But nothing has changed,” Viktor told her. “You’ve got half an hour—” he leaned in until his mouth was a breath from hers. “—to pack your shit.”

    *****
    Viktor glanced surreptitiously at the woman beside him. They were on their way to see Maia, riding in the elevator that would take them to the wing of private rooms where Jack had Maia ensconced.  
    He chewed on his lower lip to prevent the grin of triumph from breaking through. Although it stung that Marissa had castigated him for his less than stellar behavior in handling Jack, she at least agreed that having them watch each other’s back was a prudent suggestion, particularly given that Harry Matthews had a questionable demise. Marissa wasn’t the idealistic black ops agent of eight years ago. There was a confidence and stubbornness that wasn’t in her before, and her uncanny ability to push his buttons grated on him. It also excited him.
    The elevator doors slid open. The VIP wing at New Park Medical was expensively appointed in a sleek contemporary style. The nurses’ station was a sweeping half circle of cold efficiency punctuated with state-of-the-art technology.  
    Viktor nodded to the head nurse who was eyeing him suspiciously. Marissa tried to walk ahead of him, but he grabbed her hand, pulling her beside him. She raised a brow, but there was a smile playing on her lips. Yeah, he was turning into a sap, but he liked holding her hand, and he didn’t give a damn who looked at him strangely—for example—Kane Taylor, who stood outside room 602—Maia’s room.
    Kane Taylor was a contractor who