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“I didn’t do it for your benefit.” She told him swiftly, causing his lips to tilt in amusement.

“I am sure you didn’t.” He trailed a finger down her cheek, loving the feel of her satiny skin. She had loosened her hair from the severe chignon, and the thick strands were tumbling around her face.

Her lips were parted, and he wanted to believe her - in fact, he was sure they were anticipating the touch of his lips. Unwilling and unable to wait any longer, he tilted her chin and bent his head, brushing his lips against hers.

Her fingers curled into the dense dark hairs on his chest, her pulse quickening. Even the feel of his breath against her was making her hot and bothered.

“Kiss me, Ryleigh,” he ordered hoarsely. “Show me how much you want me.”

She started to refuse at first; then, with a low moan, she touched her tongue to his lips.

“More,” he demanded, his body responding to the slight touch alarmingly. “Give me more.”

She did. Becoming bolder, she started to nibble at the flesh, feeling the triumph at the flexing of his muscles and the hammering of his heart. Moving closer to him, she started caressing him, her free hand roaming his flesh and touching his nipple. He jumped, his hand digging into her flesh. With a tortured groan, he covered her body with his.

Chapter 9

She had definitely been followed. When she left the office at seven minutes to seven, she had shaken off what she thought was paranoia and told herself that the unobtrusive-looking brown sedan across the street had nothing to do with her. That had played out for about three miles on the highway.

She had started to breathe easier when she glanced into her rear-view mirror and did not notice the vehicle behind her. But she had done the stupid thing of veering off the main road and taking a shortcut. Now she knew she was being followed. The car was several feet behind her and gaining, very soon, it would be on her bumper.

Swallowing the lump of fear that had lodged inside her throat, she clamped her hand on the steering wheel and tried to reach around the back for her cell phone. Suddenly, remembering she could make the call from her car, she tapped the app on the steering wheel and searched for Michael’s number.

“Ry?”

Uttering a sigh of relief when he responded, she glanced up into her rearview mirror to see the vehicle still behind her.

“I think I am being followed.”

“Where are you?”

Stifling another sigh of relief that he did not ask unnecessary questions, she looked around for a street sign or marker. “It’s a dirt road leading off of the highway.”

“You are on your way home?”

“Yes. I made a stop at that international market to get some -”

“I know the place. I am at the precinct, but I will see who is nearby. Can you describe the vehicle?”

“Brown sedan - I cannot see the license plate.”

“Can you see the occupants?”

“Two men in the front seat. I cannot see their faces. I noticed the vehicle parked across the street when I was leaving, but I didn’t think-”

“It’s fine. I have located some officers nearby, and they are on their way. Keep talking to me.”

“Thank God,” she said feelingly. “I cannot speed up by much because of the loose dirt.”

“Which means they cannot go any faster either.” He assured her. “I just checked, and their ETA is in five minutes. Shit.”

“What is it?”

“I am sorry, Ry. I am operating the phones, and there is a pile up on the intersection-”

“Go on, I’ll be fine.”

“They should be there shortly. Please call me when they arrive, and keep all your doors locked.”

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