Page 28 of Elling & Jackie

"Not a problem."

"Love you, bye," she said.

"Love you, too, sis." Jett disconnected the call.

She set her phone on the nightstand and curled onto her side on the bed. So, Mr. Campbell was really Federal Agent Campbell.

She groaned, rolling to her back. The whole situation was whacked. Why would a Slag member want to be close to a Federal Agent?

Positive Agent Campbell wasn't here to catch her communicating with her family or going to interview her, she concentrated on what he would want Elling for. Was it about Slag Motorcycle Club business? Had they caught Elling doing something illegal?

Was he a rat?

She rubbed her hands over her face. No, he couldn't be a snitch. She would never find a man who turned the tables on his club, no matter what colors he rode under, attractive.

As someone who had suffered losses and heartbreak from others hurting her family members, being a traitor disgusted her.

She rolled to a sitting position, grabbed her robe off the foot of the bed, and wrapped the material around her naked body. Looking at her phone, she checked the time. Good, there was only three minutes until one of the women working in the office came and relieved Terri so she could go on a fifteen-minute break.

She paced, watching the time, knowing she couldn't walk across the hallway without making sure nobody watched the security screens.

Time up, she stormed through the room, across the hallway, and knocked on Room 45.

Surprisingly, the door swung open under the power of her knuckles. She stuck her head into the dark room. Had Campbell arrested him?

"Elling? Are you here?" she whispered.

A hand grabbed her wrist, propelling her into the room. She swung out, pulling against the force holding onto her.

The door shut behind her. Her heart raced, panic filling her. She fisted her free hand and swung, connecting with flesh.

A male grunt broke through the roaring panic pulsing through her body. She yanked her body backward, unable to get away.

"Stop." Elling's voice calmed her struggle.

Or, maybe it was his broad, hard body pressing her against the door that quieted her. She panted, dragging air into her lungs.

"Why didn't you answer me when I called your name?" She pushed against him, angered over being scared to death. "God, I thought it was someone else grabbing me."

Her chest rose and fell, bumping into him. Something felt off.

She gasped, realizing it was her bare skin touching him. Trying to move against his immovable body, she attempted to get her hand between them to drag the material of her robe in front of her closed, and couldn't cover herself. Her robe had come undone during her struggle.

"Don't move." He lowered his head.

He was close.

So close.

"I need to talk to you." If it was one of her brothers staying at the hotel and there was a Federal Agent four doors away, she would hope some kind soul would warn him.

"Not now." He lowered his mouth to her ear. "I want to enjoy this."

She stiffened at his words and realized he no longer held her wrist, but his hand had traveled to her bare hip, making slow circles against her naked skin, pulling her body forward against him—back and forth.

The hard ridge of his cock inside his jeans pressed against her. The heat coming from him left her sex throbbing. Her hips loosened, and her body movements came from his manipulations.

She couldn't see him in the dark room, but she could feel him, and he overwhelmed her. The lack of sleep, the stress, the mystery going on in the hotel under her watch, she just wanted all the tension to leave.

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