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“You okay?” he breathed in her hair, still pumping with sure, long strokes, still holding onto her ass as he pounded her into the wall.

“Yes-s-s-s-s,” she hissed again, her eyes tightly closed, her fingernails dug onto his taut, muscled backside, urging him to be quick about this quickie.

Not like Shane needed encouragement. He’d set a good hard rhythm and was hitting all the right spots. Oh, man, was he nailing it, err, her. But they really couldn’t get caught having sex like this. Not in whoever’s house this was. Oh, yeah, Smoke’s. Everlee couldn’t even hear the shower, only the buzz in her body. Was the water still running?

What was she thinking?!

At the moment? Of nothing and no one but Shane. The work roughened coarseness of his palm on her ass. His hot and heavy breath in her ear. The overheated, very masculine muscle coursing deep inside of her.

She’d never been half-dressed nor driven crazy like this before. Not once in her mixed-up youth. Had never been with a man like Shane, either. He was gentle but rough and wild at the same time. Wild, like her. He was kind, but damned decisive once he made his mind up. And strong. So strong. Everlee melted into indescribable pleasure of him holding all of her weight. Its slick incline deep in her core flashed urgently, then morphed into a racing tsunami. And she came. On an orgasm that crested high, so high, she was tossed into a mix of radiant starlight, tinged slightly with lead agent torment.

The torment fled when a cataclysmic explosion of pleasure took over. Shook her down to her wanton core. Her body stiffened under the engulfing onslaught from the powerful man joined with her. His legs had turned into obedient pistons that seemed to never tire. Her legs clenched into a manacle around Shane’s hips. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she’d never felt anything like this before. Not once.

Her legs had turned into vises, gripping him while more waves of pure pleasure zipped through her like another lit fuse. Its detonation came just as swiftly as the first and tossed her higher, blinded and blessed, into a second, brighter universe of never before seen stars. Real stars. Real pleasure. She was fireworks. She was stardust.

So this was that elusive beast called Orgasm. Twice in a row.Damn.

“Do it again,” she ordered, her voice as raspy and ragged as shit.

Shane’s pounding turned fiercer. Harder. Within seconds, he groaned a hearty, “Fuck!” His entire body stiffened. His hips and his thighs and his knees. His release kicked loose and Everlee felt its unique, scalding heat pulsing inside of her. For the first time in her life, she wished she weren’t on birth control. That they weren’t wasting the essence that might’ve become a child. Their child. A dark-haired, smiling little son with sparkling blue, mischief-filled eyes. Or a daughter. A blue-eyed daughter would be just as good. Make that perfect.

What a foolish thought! Where had it even come from?

Everlee wasn’t good enough to be a wife, never a mother.

Stupid damned tears!

Shane stilled, and they were both panting like draft horses after a tractor pull, or something like that. Draft horses pulled tractors, didn’t they? Maybe racehorses would have been a better analogy.

They were still at the same wall. Her back against it. His breath hot and heavy on her neck. Their clothes were undone enough, yet not nearly enough. Both were slick with sweat. Sated? Momentarily, yes. But explaining the scent in the air and their current state of dishevel would be a challenge. Not like Everlee cared what Ms. Smart thought.

Shane took her mouth in an all-encompassing, gentle kiss that prickled her skin while it stole the last of Everlee’s heart. He ran his nose down her neck to the top of her breast and kissed her there, too. “I want a real date,” he whispered against her sensitive skin. “A real, sit down to dinner date. No one but us. Clothes are optional.”

“Towel, now,” she deflected shakily, which made Shane grin.

“You’re so bossy,” he teased as he drew close for another kiss, this one on the top of her nose. “I love that most about you, LT.”

Love?Did he say the L word? Already?

“Shut up and hurry!” she clipped, shushing him to step on it before—

The blow dryer revved on in the bathroom.Oh crap!

Their heads pivoted to the still closed door, the only barrier between them and Ms. Smart.

The spell was broken. Like a lightning strike, the logic card in Everlee’s impulsive brain cycled back online.The damned thing.Along with it came the corrective zap of what would be a well-deserved reprimand from theEnergizer Bunnycalled Alex, reminding her that a true hardass owned The TEAM. And her. What would he say if he knew what they were doing now? That they were this kind of distracted while on a mission? That they weren’t even thinking about their jobs—or him? At all? Tonight, of all nights? Here, of all places?

Oh, damn.

Just as fast, a rugged blast of ice-cold censure slapped the front of her cerebral cortex and shut down her impetuous plans for the handsome man worming his way back inside her arms. Initially, Shane had let her assume command of this mission, probably because he was a newbie of only two days. Anyone would have done that. But he was in control now, and as much as Everlee wanted more time with him at the wheel, she was about to wrest that control back.Now was not the time and this was not the place. She never should’ve led him on.

“Shane,” she murmured around the warm, wet suction of his tempting lips.

His answering, “Hmmm” vibrated against her mouth like a sexy complaint.

Man, it was hard to think. She tried again, this time with, “Tuesday.”

The tender onslaught ceased. Yeah, that was the perfect mood-buster.