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His control snapped, and he plunged into me, moving faster and faster, hitting that sensitive and desperate spot over and over again. Sweat coated my skin, and my own juices spread over my thighs. My pussy tightened, the muscles contracting harder and faster and deeper than I’d ever felt. I jammed my fist against my mouth, blocking the scream that edged past my throat. My body convulsed. Every inch of me was on fire. I clenched down on his dick as he pounded against me, then exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life.

I was so far gone, I didn’t realize I’d taken him with me until the aftershocks passed and I felt his cum leaking out of me, dripping down my crack. I didn’t want to move. Hell, I wasn’t sure I could if I tried. When I opened my eyes, Jason was staring down at me, a look of wonder and adoration and sheer contentment etched into his face. And I knew. In that exact moment, I realized the edge we’d flown over wasn’t only about pleasure or benefits or the best orgasm of my life.

We’d trounced past the bounds of friendship and were headed into the great, wide unknown of falling for each other.

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Jason

I layon my back with Tam curled against my chest. With one hand, I cupped her shoulder. Her fingers intertwined with mine on the other. The room was lighter now that the moon had risen high in the sky and shone through the edges of the closed blinds. A full moon. Maybe that was what had affected me, had driven me to tease her so mercilessly, then take her so hard I’d feared I’d break us both.

And maybe I had.

Physically, I’d never felt better. My body was blissfully relaxed, with her soft curves melded against me. My brain was calm, swimming in post-coital chemicals. My needs were simple. I wanted to lie here, dozing, holding and protecting her, until I’d recovered enough to tease and torture and shatter her again.

But my heart was a wreck. We’d agreed to be friends with benefits. I hadn’t asked for more from her, and she hadn’t offered. Tonight, what had happened between us had gone beyond friendship and blown way past sex. We were in union-of-the-souls territory or some kind of shit.

She stretched beside me, then settled back in. “Maybe we’ll have some hope of getting sleep, now that we burned off all that adrenaline.” She was covering.

I’d stared down into her eyes as she’d returned to her body after I’d sent her careening over a cliff. I’d read her emotions, and I hadn’t bothered to shield mine from her. I probably should have. It would have made it easier to pretend nothing had changed, extricate myself from our tangled limbs, and leave to go to my own bed. Instead, every move I could make seemed wrong. Going. Staying. Falling asleep in her arms. Pulling her on top of me for another round.

“Ugh, it’s awful, isn’t it?” she whispered.

“What?” We were on two totally separate planes of existence if the word awful could be used within a thousand light-years of what we—or at least I—had experienced.

“The waiting.”

At first, I thought she was talking about my refractory time, which seemed to be over. If I moved her hand six inches lower, I could set her mind at ease. Replaying what we’d done and considering what we might still do and imagining her perched on top of me, riding me while her luscious tits bounced up and down, had me rock hard.

“I know forty-eight hours isn’t that long to wait,” she continued, “but there’s nothing more I can do, nothing more I can plan until we know for sure where Pasco is being held.”

“Yeah, they’ll need to work on that runtime before they take the program to market.”

“Let me guess.” She grinned at me. “If you’d have been on the development team, you’d already have it down to twelve hours.”

“No.” It was kind of her to say, and probably an entrée to a conversation she wasn’t sure I wanted to have. I wasn’t sure I wanted to have it, either. But she was the one person in the world who knew all my family issues and how deep they cut. “My dad hired Pasco because he’s one of the best. It would have been nice if he’d mentioned it to me, but as business decisions go, it was a wise one.”

“Because as far as your dad knew, he couldn’t hire you because you were in a federal prison at the time.” She shifted to look up at me. “Have you ever thought about asking X for permission to tell your parents the truth, that you’re really one of the good guys?”

“Sure, especially after...” I didn’t need to finish the sentence for Tam to know I was talking about the divorce. “But it’s not necessary. They love me regardless. He didn’t become an expat because he has a lot of love for the US government.” We were touching on something I’d often thought about but had never spoken, not even to my mother or my ex-wife. “When he left to go overseas, I was suspicious he was running from something.”

She propped up on her elbow. “You think it was criminal activity.”

I’d considered it, but I knew my dad’s core character, and that didn’t fit. “More like recruitment. It could have been bad guys, but also could have been the good guys, if that’s who you believe our bosses are.”

“You don’t?”

“Our direct bosses, TJ and X, yes. But people like the fuckers on the Senate subcommittee who want to shut us down? What’s that even about? We’re on a mission to intercept a chemical bomb on US soil, and they’re cutting our resources. It almost seems like they’re rooting for us to lose.”

“Even if that’s the case, we have what we need to complete this mission. We’ll do it and rescue Pasco at the same time.”

I smiled up at her beautiful face. “Thanks for that ray of sunshine. Doing it faster would be great.” I blew out a long breath, my mind turning over one tweak I might be able to make to improve our odds. “Slogova 1 is our best shot at backtracking the digital signal to locate him. Unless we could piggyback on communications between the thugs holed up in the Ann Arbor warehouse and whoever’s calling the shots on this operation inside the Carbonados.”

She shoved herself up on one elbow. “Piggybacking. Is that possible?”

“It’s a long shot,” I said. I’d been silently mulling over the thought for hours. Finally saying it out loud made it seem more plausible. “It would require boosting the signals in devices we planted a couple of nights ago.”

“We’d have to break back into the municipal building?”

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