Mastered By The Mavericks by Angel Payne

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     the building, to gather initial intel. If Adler’s goons can’t see this thing, it’ll
     have free reign of the whole building.”
    The acid eased by a few drops as Brynna jerked in surprise, the action peeling her
     back from Reb a couple of inches. Rhett would’ve been ecstatic with at least a couple
     more but it was a start.
    “Really?” When she directed the question his way, his tension softened again. “That’s
     possible?”
    He held up the box. “World’s most fun RC car. It has a range of five hundred miles.”
    Her eyes warmed as her smile widened—and just like that, his muscles became taut rope
     again. Why’d she have to look that beautiful while feeling up the middle of Reb’s
     rib cage? “Special Forces. One of the best places to be a tech geek,” she cracked.
    And Goddammit, why’d she have to call his ball with such accuracy?
    “Okay, who’s been feeding you our deep, dark secrets?”
    He managed enough of a grin to turn it casual.
    Hers faded, in the shadow of her total sincerity.
    “I don’t know a remote from a radio wave, but I sure as hell honor those who do.”
    He had nothing for that. How could he, when she spoke with such a magical, heartfelt
     husk? When the sheer spell of her voice filled his brain with only one obsession now:
     the image of her “honoring” him in other ways? On her knees. Those huge eyes turning
     up to him. That strawberry sweetness of a mouth, opening to take his cock inside…
    His spun back toward the desk, concealing his hard-on by pretending to check the monitor.
    Was that what enticed Reb to the about-face on his hostility toward her? Had it been
     the magic of her voice, even just asking him for something simple like a bottle of
     water? If they’d started talking and she started in on other subjects… hotter subjects…no wonder Rebel had been a goner.
    Not the Zen candle of thought he needed right now.
    “Of course, one of us will need to get in at first, to plant the camera.” Rebel turned
     to pace toward the patio, though threaded his fingers through Brynn’s first, conveying
     he did so reluctantly. “It’s a little less than an hour into Austin. I’ll leave around
     eleven, get there about midnight, be in position to move on things about thirty mikes
     after that.”
    Well, that did wonders for dampening the boner. Setting down the controller with a
     definitive thunk, Rhett pushed off from the desk and paced outside, too. “Who the hell says you get to have the fun?”
    The sun bore down on the lake, casting Rebel’s forceful features into silhouette as
     he looked out on it. “Because if I’m caught or killed, at least the camera’s inside
     and you can drive it. If you’re eliminated, mouse cam is dead and useless.”
    “Stop.” Brynn stomped out now, hands flying to hips, hair fanning in the wind. “Nobody’s
     getting caught, killed, eliminated, or dead.” She exhaled with definition. “The three
     of us will go together.”
    Rebel angled a sharp stare back at her. Rhett clenched back a growl—and then a grimace.
     Growling wasn’t usually his style—and if he indulged, it was motivated by specific
     circumstances. Watching Reb get his Dom face on was definitely not one of them. But
     never had he seen that look outside a kink dungeon before. Never did he think Reb
     would meet a woman who inspired it like that.
    Or anticipated that he’d get so furious about such a connection.
    “No.” Well, that made it easier to bite out the word. “Moon’s…right. He knows the
     skins and skeletons of buildings better than me.” The concession tasted like sour
     milk in his mouth. “And it’s best if he goes streamlined. We’ll only bog him down.”
    Brynn spun, looking ready to challenge him to some hand-to-hand now. “You mean I’ll bog him down.”
    He let her come, his feet planted and his jaw squared. The little brat didn’t know
     it, but this was a huge fucking favor. An excuse to match her piss