release. If he concentrated he could still smell her.
“Come on, dance with me. Mike’s talking to Noah.” The object of his thoughts walked over and grabbed his hand. He didn’t have the heart to tell her n o . And quiet frankly, he wanted to feel her generous curves pressed against him.
He pulled her close on the dance floor, even though the song really didn’t warrant it. He wasn’t about to blow his chance to hold her close.
“You are a v ery naughty man, Gideon Sinclair .” She smiled up at him. He hadn’t known her long, n or even now did he know her very well, but he could see she was happy. Damn Mike.
“Not as naught y as you, Ms. Sorenson.”
“Gideon!” She slapped him on the shoulder. “You’re not suppose d to remind me.” Her face flamed but her smile was still wide and bright. Yeah, she might have been embarras sed about what they had shared – what they all three had shared – but she wasn’t ashamed. A big difference.
“But darling, it’s one of my favorite memories of you.” He spun her wide making the skirt of her short evening dress swing around her legs. She looked good tonight.
They danced for a few more minutes. “I closed my eyes.”
His dark gaze me t hers. They both knew he was referring to the night in the cabin when Mike had tied her to the bed. When Gideon had sat in a soft leather chair with his hands clenched. And his eyes closed. But he’d listened. He’d listen to every moan, every gasp, every cry of pleasure and pain.
And he’d wanted it too. It had taken all of his control and most of his conscience not to join the two on the bed.
Now he stood on the sidelines again. Alone. Unsatisfied.
“Oh.” Her lips closed together.
“He’s a good man, Beth Ann. He’ll take good care of you.”
“I know. Now all we have to do is find you a woman to take good care of you. You have a very dangerous job.” A shadow fell over her face. Mike had suffered a gunshot wound during the case that had quickly spiraled out of control. Gideon knew the man didn’t regret one moment of that pain sin ce he’d won Beth Ann in the end.
He grunted and continued to dance . Yeah, his job was dangerous, but that’s h o w he liked it.
After a few moments, Beth Ann spoke again. “Does Daisy carry a gun?”
“What?” He’d been lost in the sensation of a full-figured woman in his arms. He was going to have to get himself one.
“Daisy, does she carry a gun?”
He so did n ot need to hear that name .
“No, she’s the admin assistant. Why?”
“Because if she did, I’m pretty sure I’d be dead right about now.” She nodded to her right.
Daisy and Quint had stopped dancing. They stood with Noah and his paralegal, Tara . Another couple. When Mike joined the m, Gideon knew his dance with Beth Ann was over . He stopped and walked her over to her frowning fiancée . He couldn’t resist le tting his hand slip below her waist to cradle her ass.
“Hello.” He nodded to everyone, giving Daisy a barely there acknowledgement. He didn’t want thoughts of her to interfere with the lingering sensation of Beth Ann in his arms.
He zeroed in on Tara . “Come dance with me , beautiful.”
Daisy felt hurt and anger war inside her. Yes, there was no reason why Gideon Sinclair should have asked her to dance. Except, she was the only single woman in the group! Tara had her handsome, smiling boss , Quint’s woman had made a pit stop , and Mike and Beth Ann were once again glued at the hip.
But no, the man didn’t ask her to dance. If his greeting had been any briefer , it wouldn’t have existed.
Not that she car ed. She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder, saying fuck you without speaking.
She so did care.
Gideon Sinclair was a hot, hot man. This was saying something considering the room was filled with hot, hot men. The partners from Mike’s law firm and half the agents from the bureau were here celebrating his resignation and his engagement. There room was wall to wall
“Come on, dance with me. Mike’s talking to Noah.” The object of his thoughts walked over and grabbed his hand. He didn’t have the heart to tell her n o . And quiet frankly, he wanted to feel her generous curves pressed against him.
He pulled her close on the dance floor, even though the song really didn’t warrant it. He wasn’t about to blow his chance to hold her close.
“You are a v ery naughty man, Gideon Sinclair .” She smiled up at him. He hadn’t known her long, n or even now did he know her very well, but he could see she was happy. Damn Mike.
“Not as naught y as you, Ms. Sorenson.”
“Gideon!” She slapped him on the shoulder. “You’re not suppose d to remind me.” Her face flamed but her smile was still wide and bright. Yeah, she might have been embarras sed about what they had shared – what they all three had shared – but she wasn’t ashamed. A big difference.
“But darling, it’s one of my favorite memories of you.” He spun her wide making the skirt of her short evening dress swing around her legs. She looked good tonight.
They danced for a few more minutes. “I closed my eyes.”
His dark gaze me t hers. They both knew he was referring to the night in the cabin when Mike had tied her to the bed. When Gideon had sat in a soft leather chair with his hands clenched. And his eyes closed. But he’d listened. He’d listen to every moan, every gasp, every cry of pleasure and pain.
And he’d wanted it too. It had taken all of his control and most of his conscience not to join the two on the bed.
Now he stood on the sidelines again. Alone. Unsatisfied.
“Oh.” Her lips closed together.
“He’s a good man, Beth Ann. He’ll take good care of you.”
“I know. Now all we have to do is find you a woman to take good care of you. You have a very dangerous job.” A shadow fell over her face. Mike had suffered a gunshot wound during the case that had quickly spiraled out of control. Gideon knew the man didn’t regret one moment of that pain sin ce he’d won Beth Ann in the end.
He grunted and continued to dance . Yeah, his job was dangerous, but that’s h o w he liked it.
After a few moments, Beth Ann spoke again. “Does Daisy carry a gun?”
“What?” He’d been lost in the sensation of a full-figured woman in his arms. He was going to have to get himself one.
“Daisy, does she carry a gun?”
He so did n ot need to hear that name .
“No, she’s the admin assistant. Why?”
“Because if she did, I’m pretty sure I’d be dead right about now.” She nodded to her right.
Daisy and Quint had stopped dancing. They stood with Noah and his paralegal, Tara . Another couple. When Mike joined the m, Gideon knew his dance with Beth Ann was over . He stopped and walked her over to her frowning fiancée . He couldn’t resist le tting his hand slip below her waist to cradle her ass.
“Hello.” He nodded to everyone, giving Daisy a barely there acknowledgement. He didn’t want thoughts of her to interfere with the lingering sensation of Beth Ann in his arms.
He zeroed in on Tara . “Come dance with me , beautiful.”
Daisy felt hurt and anger war inside her. Yes, there was no reason why Gideon Sinclair should have asked her to dance. Except, she was the only single woman in the group! Tara had her handsome, smiling boss , Quint’s woman had made a pit stop , and Mike and Beth Ann were once again glued at the hip.
But no, the man didn’t ask her to dance. If his greeting had been any briefer , it wouldn’t have existed.
Not that she car ed. She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder, saying fuck you without speaking.
She so did care.
Gideon Sinclair was a hot, hot man. This was saying something considering the room was filled with hot, hot men. The partners from Mike’s law firm and half the agents from the bureau were here celebrating his resignation and his engagement. There room was wall to wall
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