full head of silver hair. “Sweetheart, this isn’t going to be easy.”
Victoria released a slow, steady exhale. With the simple endearment, she realized that this was more than an assignment. This was personal. “Who?” she asked, but wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer.
“Jaron Quinn.”
Oh God, no. She blinked a few times, lying to herself that this was just another operative and not the more than six feet of solid muscle with brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Jaron made her thighs tremble and her heart flutter. She crossed her legs and squeezed, refusing the flash of arousal. It was simply warm in the office because six months had dulled any affection she might have once believed she felt for Special Op. Quinn.
“I know this won’t be easy for you.” He sighed and the tired lines at the corners of his eyes deepened.
No surprise. Nothing about Jaron Quinn could be easy. He thrived on difficult situations. A good portion of the time he created his own trouble. Like when he fucked her over. Actually, he was pretty good at fucking her over, which happened to be the reason she was upset. Damn the great lovers of the world. “I can handle the assignment.”
But could she handle seeing Jaron again? She was screwed, or inevitably, she would be if she took the assignment and spent time with the man who gave amazing oral. She still had wet dreams where his wicked tongue worked miracles on her pussy. She’d wake, need an orgasm more than her next breath, and have to imagine her dildo was his big, beautiful cock.
Jaron Quinn had just one major problem. He had an unmatched talent for pissing her off.
Their relationship had been a whirlwind romance. She’d known him from Echelon Shield for several months. A drink after an ES briefing had led to his apartment, to six months of incredible sex, and the feeling of being in a relationship. Only apparently, they hadn’t had a relationship, just great sex.
“Good. You leave this afternoon.”
“That’s fast.” There wouldn’t be time to prepare to see Jaron. That was probably best. Less opportunity to change her mind and let the selfish, arrogant—she sighed—highly skilled, deliciously dangerous special op figure out a way to save his own ass. God, don’t even get her thinking about his ass.
“Can’t be helped. We have an opportunity to get you in. Evenson is having a party. You’re invited. You won’t be on the guest list. You’re private entertainment.”
“And Jaron?”
“He’ll be at the party. Evenson has kept him close. He’s going by the name Jaron Whitt.”
“I need details. What was his exact assignment?”
“We sent him in to plant spyware that will enable ES to track Evenson’s financial interests.” Amine’s chair squeaked and groaned as he adjusted his girth. “Intel thus far is alarming. We believe Evenson Enterprises is transferring corporate money to terrorist organizations working within the United States.”
Victoria tapped her manicured fingernails on the edge of the armrest. “Where is Homeland Security on this?”
Amine shook his head. “Investigating Evenson is like investigating the President. Evenson is one of the untouchables.”
Victoria nodded. Untouchable, but not for Echelon Shield. Amine had inside contacts at the highest government levels. Yet, Amine accepted that any consequences would fall on him alone.
Amine finished the briefing. “Bring him home.”
“I will.”
Amine smiled and kissed her cheek. “And watch your own ass, too. I don’t want to have to send Reynolds in for you.” With that, he sent her out of his office. That was just his way. She didn’t doubt his affection for her.
Frank Amine had served with her father in the military. They’d been close, fought in the same war-torn countries, walked through hell, and hated when they lost a member of their team. Nothing had been harder for Frank than coming home without Scott Rosso. Because her mother was dead too, Frank had
Victoria released a slow, steady exhale. With the simple endearment, she realized that this was more than an assignment. This was personal. “Who?” she asked, but wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer.
“Jaron Quinn.”
Oh God, no. She blinked a few times, lying to herself that this was just another operative and not the more than six feet of solid muscle with brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Jaron made her thighs tremble and her heart flutter. She crossed her legs and squeezed, refusing the flash of arousal. It was simply warm in the office because six months had dulled any affection she might have once believed she felt for Special Op. Quinn.
“I know this won’t be easy for you.” He sighed and the tired lines at the corners of his eyes deepened.
No surprise. Nothing about Jaron Quinn could be easy. He thrived on difficult situations. A good portion of the time he created his own trouble. Like when he fucked her over. Actually, he was pretty good at fucking her over, which happened to be the reason she was upset. Damn the great lovers of the world. “I can handle the assignment.”
But could she handle seeing Jaron again? She was screwed, or inevitably, she would be if she took the assignment and spent time with the man who gave amazing oral. She still had wet dreams where his wicked tongue worked miracles on her pussy. She’d wake, need an orgasm more than her next breath, and have to imagine her dildo was his big, beautiful cock.
Jaron Quinn had just one major problem. He had an unmatched talent for pissing her off.
Their relationship had been a whirlwind romance. She’d known him from Echelon Shield for several months. A drink after an ES briefing had led to his apartment, to six months of incredible sex, and the feeling of being in a relationship. Only apparently, they hadn’t had a relationship, just great sex.
“Good. You leave this afternoon.”
“That’s fast.” There wouldn’t be time to prepare to see Jaron. That was probably best. Less opportunity to change her mind and let the selfish, arrogant—she sighed—highly skilled, deliciously dangerous special op figure out a way to save his own ass. God, don’t even get her thinking about his ass.
“Can’t be helped. We have an opportunity to get you in. Evenson is having a party. You’re invited. You won’t be on the guest list. You’re private entertainment.”
“And Jaron?”
“He’ll be at the party. Evenson has kept him close. He’s going by the name Jaron Whitt.”
“I need details. What was his exact assignment?”
“We sent him in to plant spyware that will enable ES to track Evenson’s financial interests.” Amine’s chair squeaked and groaned as he adjusted his girth. “Intel thus far is alarming. We believe Evenson Enterprises is transferring corporate money to terrorist organizations working within the United States.”
Victoria tapped her manicured fingernails on the edge of the armrest. “Where is Homeland Security on this?”
Amine shook his head. “Investigating Evenson is like investigating the President. Evenson is one of the untouchables.”
Victoria nodded. Untouchable, but not for Echelon Shield. Amine had inside contacts at the highest government levels. Yet, Amine accepted that any consequences would fall on him alone.
Amine finished the briefing. “Bring him home.”
“I will.”
Amine smiled and kissed her cheek. “And watch your own ass, too. I don’t want to have to send Reynolds in for you.” With that, he sent her out of his office. That was just his way. She didn’t doubt his affection for her.
Frank Amine had served with her father in the military. They’d been close, fought in the same war-torn countries, walked through hell, and hated when they lost a member of their team. Nothing had been harder for Frank than coming home without Scott Rosso. Because her mother was dead too, Frank had
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