By a Thread
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I recapped my wanderings through the parking garage, maintenance halls, stairwell, office, and air duct.
“Overall, your security’s sound,” I said. “All we have to do is fix a few holes here and there, and no one will be able to get to you, me, or anyone else in here short of bringing down the whole building.”
His eyes were fixed on mine, but there was a blank look on his face, as though he were only politely listening to my words with half an ear. I know it wasn’t the most romantic talk, detailing how I’d just paintballed my lover, but this wasn’t the first time he’d spaced out on me in the last few days. Something was on Owen’s mind, and I didn’t know what it was. That worried me more than I would have liked, especially since I’d given him plenty of openings to tell me what was bothering him—openings that he hadn’t taken.
“Owen?” I asked.
Something flashed in his eyes then, something that almost looked like worry, but it was gone too quickly for me to pinpoint exactly what it was. He shook his head and focused on me once more.
“Sorry,” he said. “What were you saying?”
Owen shrugged out of his suit jacket, the muscles in his arms and chest rolling with the motion. Suddenly I was interested in playing something else besides a war game. Something that would be far more entertaining and pleasurable—for both of us. Not to mention keep my lover firmly in the here and now with me. I didn’t like playing second fiddle any more than the next woman did.
Owen started to loosen his tie, but I put the paintball gun down on the desk and strolled over to him. He stopped what he was doing and watched me as I put an extra roll of my hips into my step. Heat sparked in Owen’s eyes—heat that matched the warmth that was quickly flaring up inside me as well.
“Let me,” I said.
Owen watched with dark, hooded eyes as I carefully unknotted his silk tie and let it fall to the floor. Then I ran my hands across his chest, marveling at the warm muscles there before reaching up and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt. I pushed the fabric aside, leaned forward, and pressed a soft kiss to the hollow of his throat. Owen’s arms snaked around me, pulling me close to his chest, and his fingers began pressing into my back, urging me even closer. I definitely had his full attention now.
“Why don’t I help you get out of that ruined suit?” I murmured. “In addition to killing people, this assassin also happens to be very good at cleanup.”
A sexy grin slowly spread across Owen’s rugged face, softening the scar that slashed underneath his chin. “Really? That’s something I’d be very interested in seeing.”
I led Owen into the bathroom. The door didn’t even shut behind us before my lips were on his, and I forgot about everything but the pleasure we could give each other. There would be time enough to figure out what had Owen so concerned—later.
Much, much later.
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Table of Contents
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
‘Widow’s Web’ Excerpt
Chapter 1