intruded. His brain jumped from one fact to another, connecting all the dots. Leading him to the next moves he would have to take along the journey to find Deanna’s mother and eliminate any possibility of a terrorist attack by Primera Mexica with whatever it was that Miranda had discovered.
But first a shower.
He rolled from bed, grabbing his ribs as they protested the movement, though they felt better than they had the day before. The rub and binding had helped for sure. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he removed the wrap and then walked to the bathroom. Closed the door and got the shower going as hot as he could stand it. The warmth would help his ribs as well, he thought as he undressed.
He hadn’t been wrong, it occurred to him as the water slipped over him, undoing the kinks in his body and alleviating some of the ache in his side. The heat surrounded him, reminding him of the warmth of Deanna’s arms as they had enveloped him. Of the heat generated as their bodies had nestled together and the press of her body, so strong and yet so feminine.
Between his legs, desire awakened an erection and his balls hardened as he imagined holding her close. Cupping those generous breasts and tasting them.
With a groan, he eased his soapy hand down and encircled himself. Stroked while he ignored common sense and let his mind wander to thoughts of Deanna and making love to her. Of hearing her soft husky moans from beneath him as he drove her to a climax. Having her arms surround him once again, pulling him close.
Shuddering, he allowed his release to wash over him, way too quickly because he couldn’t permit himself the leisure of savoring his daydreams for too long. Reminding himself that’s all it could be with her—daydreams—until the assignment was done.
And as soon as it was successfully concluded, he had no doubt that she would be open to more. When that happened, he certainly would take way longer before finding his satisfaction and hers.
Finishing in the bathroom, he exited to find an assortment of messages flooding his BlackBerry, including one confirming a connection between Hector Lopez and Primera Mexica. Finally a link that confirmed how the fringe group might have learned about Miranda Adams’s discovery of the tomb and a possible relic.
He immediately dialed ADIC Williams and was rewarded with a grumpy, “Do you ever sleep?” In the background, he heard a female voice, Williams’s wife Bill supposed, echoing the complaint at the hour of the call.
With a chuckle, he said, “Us CIA guys don’t have the luxury of sleeping late like you FBI guys do.”
“Tell me you’ve got good news, right?” ADIC Williams asked with a resigned sigh.
“Definitely. My men got a hit on Hector Lopez. He’s got ties to PM and based on our review of the journals, he had contact with Miranda Adams. She had reached out to him before her disappearance.”
“That is good news. So what’s our next step?” Although Williams was technically in charge, Williams had enough sense to know when it was time to let Bill take the lead in the investigation.
“A trip to Mexico City. I’ll have my people make arrangements with the intelligence attaché at the embassy. Coordinate with him to set up a way to meet Lopez.” His mind was already spinning through all the ways to ensnare Lopez. Find out just how deeply he was woven into the plans that PM had for Deanna’s mother and her discoveries.
“Sounds like you’ve got all the bases covered. Keep me posted and in the meantime, we’ll continue to offer any support you may need,” the ADIC confirmed before he hung up.
Dressing in his jeans and another sweater once more since they would likely be traveling and he wanted to be comfortable, he eased his holster back on and slipped in his automatic pistol. Grabbing a Windbreaker from his bag, he put it on because he planned on doing a quick check on the two guards before they were relieved by the next watch.
When he exited
But first a shower.
He rolled from bed, grabbing his ribs as they protested the movement, though they felt better than they had the day before. The rub and binding had helped for sure. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he removed the wrap and then walked to the bathroom. Closed the door and got the shower going as hot as he could stand it. The warmth would help his ribs as well, he thought as he undressed.
He hadn’t been wrong, it occurred to him as the water slipped over him, undoing the kinks in his body and alleviating some of the ache in his side. The heat surrounded him, reminding him of the warmth of Deanna’s arms as they had enveloped him. Of the heat generated as their bodies had nestled together and the press of her body, so strong and yet so feminine.
Between his legs, desire awakened an erection and his balls hardened as he imagined holding her close. Cupping those generous breasts and tasting them.
With a groan, he eased his soapy hand down and encircled himself. Stroked while he ignored common sense and let his mind wander to thoughts of Deanna and making love to her. Of hearing her soft husky moans from beneath him as he drove her to a climax. Having her arms surround him once again, pulling him close.
Shuddering, he allowed his release to wash over him, way too quickly because he couldn’t permit himself the leisure of savoring his daydreams for too long. Reminding himself that’s all it could be with her—daydreams—until the assignment was done.
And as soon as it was successfully concluded, he had no doubt that she would be open to more. When that happened, he certainly would take way longer before finding his satisfaction and hers.
Finishing in the bathroom, he exited to find an assortment of messages flooding his BlackBerry, including one confirming a connection between Hector Lopez and Primera Mexica. Finally a link that confirmed how the fringe group might have learned about Miranda Adams’s discovery of the tomb and a possible relic.
He immediately dialed ADIC Williams and was rewarded with a grumpy, “Do you ever sleep?” In the background, he heard a female voice, Williams’s wife Bill supposed, echoing the complaint at the hour of the call.
With a chuckle, he said, “Us CIA guys don’t have the luxury of sleeping late like you FBI guys do.”
“Tell me you’ve got good news, right?” ADIC Williams asked with a resigned sigh.
“Definitely. My men got a hit on Hector Lopez. He’s got ties to PM and based on our review of the journals, he had contact with Miranda Adams. She had reached out to him before her disappearance.”
“That is good news. So what’s our next step?” Although Williams was technically in charge, Williams had enough sense to know when it was time to let Bill take the lead in the investigation.
“A trip to Mexico City. I’ll have my people make arrangements with the intelligence attaché at the embassy. Coordinate with him to set up a way to meet Lopez.” His mind was already spinning through all the ways to ensnare Lopez. Find out just how deeply he was woven into the plans that PM had for Deanna’s mother and her discoveries.
“Sounds like you’ve got all the bases covered. Keep me posted and in the meantime, we’ll continue to offer any support you may need,” the ADIC confirmed before he hung up.
Dressing in his jeans and another sweater once more since they would likely be traveling and he wanted to be comfortable, he eased his holster back on and slipped in his automatic pistol. Grabbing a Windbreaker from his bag, he put it on because he planned on doing a quick check on the two guards before they were relieved by the next watch.
When he exited
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