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His mouth found hers as he reached into his turtle neck and pulled off his voice communicator. He reached behind him, feeling for a place to set it down. He was glad Nutsbe couldn’t hear any of this.

Voyeurism wasn’t Thorn’s thing.

Brigitte’s brazenness was Thorn’s thing.

She turned her back to him, and he brushed her hair to the side as he kissed the nape of her neck.

Brigitte bent over to undo the knots on his laces and loosen them, thrusting her round bottom against him for his appreciation. And he most certainly felt a hefty helping of appreciation as he rubbed his hands over her tight ass.

He yanked his shirt over his head and slid a condom from the tactical pocket of his pants.

When she came back up and saw it, she pressed her body against his. They were kicking at their shoes, yanking and pulling at their clothes, their bodies desperate to shed their encumbrances. After she stepped out of her panties, Thorn wrapped his arms around her and threw himself across the bed, making them bounce, then settle.

She laughed at the move. The merriment and lust in her eyes was a heady cocktail, and he was quickly getting drunk on her.

The pace that had started as carnivorous slowed from crushing lips and jumbled limbs to something much more sensuous as they found pleasure in each other. Her skin under his calloused hands was silk. The stress of the day melted with her smiles and hums.

She was musical in her love making. Her mewling when his tongue found her clit drove him wild. Her long raven hair tickled across his stomach as she bent low, riding him. He brushed it back over her shoulders so he could watch her face − the concentration lines and tension around her eyes, her mouth open and gasping, tilting her head back with the orgasm that pumped through her body, squeezing his dick in convulsive pulses.

Thorn rearranged their bodies, memorizing the curve of her waist and hips as he took her from behind.

She pushed hard into him.

“Stop now, you’re going to make me come,” he warned.

“I want you to. Do it,” she gasped out her commands. “Come.”

God, but that accent worked magic on his dick.

She lay her cheek on the bed and gyrated against him. “I want to feel you coming.”

He wrapped his hands around her hips to still her as the tension exploded behind his eyes, through his body, jerking and thundering, leaving him sated. Thorn reached around her waist and pulled her to him as he stretched out a leg and rolled them in to spoon. Her round ass pressed into his hips. His chest heaved while he caught his breath.

Chapter Twelve

Thorn

Brussels, Belgium

Saturday, Fifteen Fifty Hours

When the blood stopped thrumming in Thorn’s ears and the sweat had evaporated from their skin, Brigitte turned to him, tangling her legs with his, keeping them pinned together.

He tugged off the condom, knotted the end and tossed it into the trash can beside the night table.

When he turned back to her, Brigitte brushed the back of her hand over his cheek. “Margot was so right about you,” she whispered.

Thorn had never slept with Margot, and even if he had, he couldn’t imagine Margot giving a blow-by-blow − so to speak, so he was at a loss. “And what exactly are you agreeing with?”

“A woman could easily find herself taking up the challenge of trying to soften you and bring you under her control. But it would be wasted effort.” She slid her hand down his chest, over his stomach and let it rest on his cock. “You’re a hard man.”

Thorn’s dick stirred awake beneath the warmth − appreciative of the attention.

She sent him a wicked smile, then laughed as she gave his dick, now fully awake and ready to go, a gentle squeeze. “And a hard man is good to find. He knows therealrules of the road.” She stroked him.

“Maybe we should go over those rules.” It was a little late to be gathering this information. But he couldn’t turn back time. He wouldn’t mind postponing this conversation for another roll, but he’d only brought the one condom. He pulled her hand away, reluctantly, kissed her fingers, and held her palm to his chest. “Tell me what your involvement was in the airport today. Is the DGSE working with Omega?”

Brigitte threw her head back and laughed. “Come now. All work and no play makes Thorn a dull boy.”

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