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They walked back toward the car and got in. Flick waited a minute to check the street to see if anyone had followed them. They wouldn’t go straight home anyway. They’d drive to one of the other houses to change cars and disguises. Flick couldn’twait because he wasn’t a fan of this wig and the way it itched against his neck.

“Looks good. You ready to switch and head home? I so want a break in this case,” Beth said.

Okay, it seemed like they weren’t going to discuss the kiss, which was fan-fucking-tastic because Flick wasn’t sure what to say.

Chapter Seventeen

Flick walked through the kitchen, saw Beth in her outfit, and beelined it for the family room. Friggin’ hell. The curtains were closed because it was night, which meant the room had a cozy feel. He didn’t need a cozy feel at all.

Beth—in the tiniest panties he’d ever seen, with a tank top, leaning against the counter, dipping a spoon in ice cream and then licking the spoon. Did she know what she was doing to him, or was this unconscious?

Four days since she’d blown his mind with a kiss he couldn’t forget. He was surprised he could still think with all his blood in his dick. Sweet friggin’ hell. Her panties showed off every inch of her juicy butt that he wanted to squeeze so badly his fingers were itching.

If they had enough ice, he’d take an ice bath because that was the only way he was cooling down tonight.

Yesterday, he’d seen a hint of her nipple when she’d come out of the bathroom and her towel had loosened. She grabbed it before he saw much, but he could only take so much.

They’d slept in the same bed since they’d come on assignment—for safety, at least that’s what he’d told himself. But last night, Beth had rolled over sometime during the night. He’d woken up with his dick a steel pole in his pajamas, her thigh slung over his, and her head on his shoulder. He’d had to go shower and take himself in hand. It had taken everything in him to not scream her name as he came in the shower.

He walked back and forth across the room, trying to decide what to do next. Should he go upstairs? It was a little early for bed, but his control was non-existent. All the reasons he shouldn’t do anything with his best friend went out the window when she walked around in her skimpy nightclothes. Oh, who was he kidding? She could be in a parka, ski goggles, and five layers of clothing, and she’d still turn him on.

He breathed deep and asked for patience when he caught her light scent as she joined him near the sofa. She walked over and stood in front of him. She was tall at five feet, eight inches, and if he was going to kiss her, he wouldn’t have to bend over to reach her.

He stared into her eyes, seeing the heat in them. He wasn’t imagining that. What did she want?

She grinned at him, stepped close until her breasts were brushing his chest, slid a hand around his neck, and pulled him down.

“Let’s try this again,” she whispered against his lips before he shivered at the first touch of her. He breathed deep, trying to keep control, but then her tongue licked at the seam of his lips, and he was done fighting this.

He grasped her lush cheeks and pulled her tight against him. His zipper was going to leave a permanent imprint on his dick,but having her sweet mound rub against him made him not care. He opened his mouth and let her tongue in.

She swept in, then she fucking devoured his mouth. He couldn’t keep from kneading her ass, tugging her closer, and sliding his leg between her legs.

He kissed down her neck before sucking her nipple into his mouth through her camisole. The sounds she made while he touched her had him wanting more.

He lifted her up to carry her to the sofa. He laid her down and stared at her. The woman who could make him smile on his darkest day. Was he really doing this with her?

She motioned come here with her finger and spread her legs a little. She was fucking gorgeous. He rarely got to see her not in one of her disguises, but she’d showered, and her dark red hair was loose around her shoulders and drying.

He put his knee on the sofa and leaned over her, his eyes devouring her pale, perfect curves coupled with her muscled arms. The woman he was falling for could be soft when needed but could kick ass with the best of them.

He touched her lips, then slid his finger down her neck and across her chest, sliding under her camisole to touch her nipple, the areola puckering at his touch.

“You’re beautiful,” he rasped.

He leaned closer, sliding her straps off her shoulders to grasp her globes, pushing them close so he could taste one after the other.

He wanted her naked in front of him so he could touch and taste every inch of her skin.

He reached for her panties, and his phone went off withAnother One Bites The Dust.

He stared at her. “I’m sorry. I’ve got to take this. It’s my brother’s ringtone.”

She nodded. “Of course,” she said.

“Hey Brody, I was getting worried,” Flick said.

Static on the line cut through. “Yeah, it got a little hairy,” Brody said.

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