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She cursed lightly. “It’s Celine. She wouldn’t call at this time unless it was an emergency.”

Alex looked at the time. It wasn’t yet seven a.m.

“Celine, is everything okay?”

Alex wasn’t able to hear much of the other side of the conversation, not that he would have understood anyway, since the woman was rambling on in French, but he already knew it wasn’t good. He found his boxer shorts still inside his jeans, and quickly pulled them on.

After a short, mainly one-sided conversation, Yvette ended the call and looked at him.

“We’re going to have to head into the office,” she said, eying his boxer shorts with something like regret.

“What happened?”

“Celine went in early this morning. She’d scheduled a call with Australia to discuss the upcoming visit of an Australian minister. When she walked in, the door was open.”

Alex tensed. “The outside door?”

“No. That was closed, as normal. The night guard was still there. He was the one who let her in. But the door to our suite of offices, on the top floor, was wide open.”

Fuck.

“Did she go inside?”

“No. She went back downstairs and called us. She’s with the guard now. I told her we’d be there soon.” Her expression softened. “I’m sorry we won’t get to have a repeat of last night,” she said carefully.

“Believe me, when we have sex again, it won’t feel like a repeat. There’s so much more I want to do with you.”

Alex reached over and kissed her, the kiss hard, possessive. He wanted her to feel him on her lips all day. He wanted her to remember everything about the way they fit together.

Yvette made a little, throaty moan and pressed closer to him. The brown tips of her breasts pressed against his chest.

Fuck.

She felt so good.

He was instants away from pulling her back down onto the bed when she broke the kiss. Alex forced himself to release her.

At least one of us still remembers duty.

“We have to go in. And before that, I need a shower.”

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Alex

Alex was furious—at the thief, but mainly at himself, for being so cocky, and for so clearly underestimating their adversary.

While Yvette showered, Alex had gone down to the car, where he kept a bag of spare clothes. By the time he came back, Yvette was already wearing a bra and panties in creamy white lace, her nipples and trim bush showing clearly through the barely there fabric.

Her smile had told him she knew exactly what she was doing.

He’d gone into the shower groaning, knowing he didn’t even have time to take care of things in the shower.

The cuckoo clock hadn’t yet struck eight when they’d walked into the office.

As he’d feared, the keyloggers were both gone. It was as if they’d never even been there.

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