this time. The look in her eyes was pure, undiluted satisfaction. “Get the blankets.” Bug is in the hallway beside the linen cupboard.
So she’d conducted her own search, but was smart enough to know not to destroy any of them. Good Lord, she was treating this dangerous situation like their old games…and it was working. Did he know her at all? He’d underestimated her in more ways than one. Even her clumsy attempts to look through his things now held a chilling new meaning. Dear God, she’d been all but dropping written signs for him to pick up, and he’d missed every sign.
“Go get the blankets,” she purred again, her eyes telling him something else…but what?
He nodded and ran for the blankets, and had an inspiration.
After a lightning check of the house, he returned to find her with two pieces of underwear in her hand, hers and his. Props, she mouthed.
He shook his head with an amused grin. He’d never have thought of that. He wouldn’t have wanted to. But she was right. Their first time—and it would happen soon—wasn’t going to be where someone could listen in on them or see them.
She took his hand and led him out into the warm, dreaming sunshine. “Where?” she whispered.
Aloud he said, “Not the water hole, baby. Too many creepy-crawlies…. Behind the pool,” he murmured for her alone. “The steel fence and the filter will hy interfere with any portable listening device he aims out here.”
She nodded, kissed his palm and wrist, and walked toward the pool. Taking one of the blankets, she frowned. “Thermal blanket?”
“Privacy, baby. Can’t have neighbors watching us.” He pulled the foil-covered blanket over the pool fence as far as it would stretch. Then he crouched down behind it, lying on the blankets with her face-to-face. “Interference. It won’t last long before he gets around it, so talk fast. And we’ll have to undress while we’re at it and make the right noises.”
“Of course. I’m not stupid.” She covered them both with the thin cotton sheet he’d brought out and pulled her shirt off. “Did you leave the Air Force two years ago?”
“Yes.” He threw his T-shirt over his head and sent it sailing across the yard.
“Oh, Mitch, darling…” She wriggled against him, driving him crazy. Then her shorts flew across the grass. “What were you doing in East Timor, then? Were you ever there at all?”
“I was there briefly. Training some of the younger guys on stealth work. After that, I was sent to Tumah-ra, an island northwest of Darwin. Oh, baby,” he moaned aloud, losing his shorts, and most of his self-control with it.
She wriggled away from him, her eyes warning him not to try it. “I know where Tumah-ra is. I saw a piece last week about the hidden war there, the world’s reluctance to get involved until—” She gasped. “You took the footage. The baby at the mass grave.”
He nodded, struggling to hold back. “That’s part of my job.”
Between soft sighs and moans she whispered, “Who do you work for? And is that where you’ve been when you disappeared on your ‘courier’ runs? To see her? Or was it to do more spy stuff?”
“I can’t tell you without clearance.” He groaned again and mouthed, I heard a car door shut.
“Yes, oh, darling—that’s so good! But not good enough, McCluskey,” she whispered. “You want my trust? Well, I want more answers, and I want them now!” Her bra came off. “Make it look real. Put your hands on me.”
“We’d better stop whispering. He might have portable sound surveillance on us.” Oh, man, he was touching her naked breasts, her nipples flush against his chest, tight and hard, exciting him almost beyond thought. He caressed her until he thought he’d go insane, landed a gentle kiss on one taut peak, then reared back before she slugged him. Who is this guy? What did he say to you? he mouthed.
“Baby, oh, baby, I want you now!” She flipped her spare undies onto the grass. Don’t
So she’d conducted her own search, but was smart enough to know not to destroy any of them. Good Lord, she was treating this dangerous situation like their old games…and it was working. Did he know her at all? He’d underestimated her in more ways than one. Even her clumsy attempts to look through his things now held a chilling new meaning. Dear God, she’d been all but dropping written signs for him to pick up, and he’d missed every sign.
“Go get the blankets,” she purred again, her eyes telling him something else…but what?
He nodded and ran for the blankets, and had an inspiration.
After a lightning check of the house, he returned to find her with two pieces of underwear in her hand, hers and his. Props, she mouthed.
He shook his head with an amused grin. He’d never have thought of that. He wouldn’t have wanted to. But she was right. Their first time—and it would happen soon—wasn’t going to be where someone could listen in on them or see them.
She took his hand and led him out into the warm, dreaming sunshine. “Where?” she whispered.
Aloud he said, “Not the water hole, baby. Too many creepy-crawlies…. Behind the pool,” he murmured for her alone. “The steel fence and the filter will hy interfere with any portable listening device he aims out here.”
She nodded, kissed his palm and wrist, and walked toward the pool. Taking one of the blankets, she frowned. “Thermal blanket?”
“Privacy, baby. Can’t have neighbors watching us.” He pulled the foil-covered blanket over the pool fence as far as it would stretch. Then he crouched down behind it, lying on the blankets with her face-to-face. “Interference. It won’t last long before he gets around it, so talk fast. And we’ll have to undress while we’re at it and make the right noises.”
“Of course. I’m not stupid.” She covered them both with the thin cotton sheet he’d brought out and pulled her shirt off. “Did you leave the Air Force two years ago?”
“Yes.” He threw his T-shirt over his head and sent it sailing across the yard.
“Oh, Mitch, darling…” She wriggled against him, driving him crazy. Then her shorts flew across the grass. “What were you doing in East Timor, then? Were you ever there at all?”
“I was there briefly. Training some of the younger guys on stealth work. After that, I was sent to Tumah-ra, an island northwest of Darwin. Oh, baby,” he moaned aloud, losing his shorts, and most of his self-control with it.
She wriggled away from him, her eyes warning him not to try it. “I know where Tumah-ra is. I saw a piece last week about the hidden war there, the world’s reluctance to get involved until—” She gasped. “You took the footage. The baby at the mass grave.”
He nodded, struggling to hold back. “That’s part of my job.”
Between soft sighs and moans she whispered, “Who do you work for? And is that where you’ve been when you disappeared on your ‘courier’ runs? To see her? Or was it to do more spy stuff?”
“I can’t tell you without clearance.” He groaned again and mouthed, I heard a car door shut.
“Yes, oh, darling—that’s so good! But not good enough, McCluskey,” she whispered. “You want my trust? Well, I want more answers, and I want them now!” Her bra came off. “Make it look real. Put your hands on me.”
“We’d better stop whispering. He might have portable sound surveillance on us.” Oh, man, he was touching her naked breasts, her nipples flush against his chest, tight and hard, exciting him almost beyond thought. He caressed her until he thought he’d go insane, landed a gentle kiss on one taut peak, then reared back before she slugged him. Who is this guy? What did he say to you? he mouthed.
“Baby, oh, baby, I want you now!” She flipped her spare undies onto the grass. Don’t
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