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Following where Trey leads, I take in the small nondescript lobby area before we’re led up a circular staircase. My heels fall silent as I step from the marble floors to the spotless red carpet runner along the steps. We pause at the second-floor landing. Soft movement above us has me looking up to a four-foot-wide chandelier. The crystals sway slightly with the heavy blast of air pouring from the air vents above.

Trey speaks with a man briefly before urging me to follow him once again. Up another level. Then another. On the fourth floor, my breaths become labored from the climb in heels. Sensing my need for help, Trey snakes an arm around my waist with a gentle tug until I’m leaning against him, allowing him to support some of my weight as we’re led down a dark hall.

The gun digging into my side offers some reassurance that we’re safe. That and the two agents ahead of us and at least four taking up the rear of our little train.

“Toot toot. We’re all on the Randi train.”

Trey snorts, the vibration going from his chest to mine. “Please don’t say that. People will start to think you’re collecting agents for your harem.”

Scrunching my face like I’m contemplating the idea, I can only hold it for a few seconds before bursting out laughing at his scowl.

Turning a corner, we step into a private room. My laugh dries up immediately, catching in my chest at the sight of the single table covered in a brilliant white tablecloth with two chairs halfway tucked beneath.

But that’s not what has me speechless.

Releasing his hand, I move across the room, unable to take my eyes off the glittering lights of the city. In the distance the Washington Monument stands tall and proud with the dome of the Capitol Building barely visible just beyond.

It’s beautiful. I press a hand to the cool glass. A body pauses behind mine.

“You like it?” There’s an uncertainty in his voice that grips my heart.

“It’s perfect. I love seeing the city like this. Like I’m just a bystander. Able to watch everyone go on with their lives without my presence interrupting their day.”

He sweeps my hair from my neck, warm lips pressing where it meets my shoulder. I’m too caught up in watching the streets below to notice when he steps away. When I can finally rip my gaze from the life happening just below us, I find him at the door, whispering with T. The conversation stops when they notice my attention.

Trey shoots T a look I don’t understand before pushing him out the door and flipping a lock. With all the confidence in the world, he leans back against the closed door and shoves his hands into the pocket of his slacks.

“It’s just you and me now, baby. Ready to celebrate our engagement properly?”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Trey

Even from across the room, the flush that smears over her cheekbones at my words is clear. Shoving off the door, I pound my fist against it to ensure the lock holds even though I know it will. The guys checked the entire building out earlier today, even left a few agents behind to make sure no one messed with the locks or surveillance equipment or placed anything in the room I had reserved for the night.

Because I wanted this room specifically for one reason.

Absolute privacy. I’d expected to be pouring my heart out and asking the beautiful woman in front of me to marry me, none of which I wanted to be seen by anyone else, even my fellow alpha team brothers. This moment is for us.

We’ve cut the video and audio feeds in this room and ensured the windows are completely blacked out, meaning a reporter—or sniper—can’t see anything when looking in.

Reaching out, I tuck a lock of dark silky hair behind her ear. The skin beneath my fingers pebbles with tiny goose bumps as I trace along her jaw and down her neck.

“Are you hungry?” I know she is, and I’m an ass for even hoping she’ll say no so I can eat my fill of the only meal I’ve wanted for days. My roaming fingers follow the deep V of her sleeveless silk top, shifting to move along the swells of her breast.

“Are you?” Her reply is filled with want. Even with a bra, the stiff peaks of her tight nipples are visible, calling for me to take a quick nibble.

“I think you know what I’m hungry for, Mess. What I’m always hungry for with you.” I overtake the small gap between us, sliding a hand down her spine and pushing her hips flush with my own. A sharp breath of air pushes past my tight lips at the heat pouring from between her thighs and straight into my stiffening cock. I grind against her, enjoying how her body immediately responds, flexing against my own.

“Trey,” she breathes. Her hands rest on my shoulders, short blunt nails dig into my jacket.

Too many clothes.

Way too many damn clothes between us for what I have in mind.

Releasing her, I retreat a step and shrug out of the suit jacket and shoulder harness, keeping the latter close in case of an emergency. Her perky tits rise and fall in rapid succession. Those hazel eyes are glazed over with her rising lust as she tracks every move I make. After removing both cufflinks, I shove the platinum studs into the silk lining of my slacks pocket.

That dirty, sweet tongue I want lapping my dick flicks out, wetting her lips.

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