Audio Book Romance Demo__ Debbie Irwin
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Chapter six. The first thing I did was tucked my hand inside my jacket and slyly slide my fingers along the inner pocket. Had to be sure the microdrive was still safe. And yet an epiphany spread a strange sort of calm through my adrenalized system as I touched the drive. Jesse Marvel would not have left secrets worth murdering for at his home, but I think I knew where I would keep them close to my heart. The glare of the headlights were so bright I attempted to keep from shielding my eyes and looking of the innocent rabbit. But I had to block the ma go blind, shifting my weight squarely above my hips. I crouched a little and assumed a ready stance. I was prepared to deliver a kick or punch to the first ******* who approached. And let's just hope that Kevlar would keep up its end of the bargain. Um, is shame that voice SOCom, a latest with cocky attitude, astonished me. On the other hand, I hadn't expected him to nap in the flowers had I. Eddie Power stepped out before the headlines. Two nondescript, hulking thugs wielding guns flanked him to either side not up for the climb. Eddie taunted. I immediately process that Eddie was not working for the team. I'd thought he waas Ah, Parana Corporation, looking to procure its rivals secrets. Or maybe he'd never switch sides. But I just hadn't pinned the thieves correctly. So they've been working together all along climes. Not a problem, because I get him to talk. Who? Once I knew it was you, I decided to stick around for the fireworks. We've had our fireworks Madeira, Or did you forget already? Oh, I remember. I just wished he'd had a difficult time with my presence, as I did with his sexy, beguiling. Now this could go really easy or riel hard, he explained. In that obnoxious voice, a teacher reserves for the bad kid. It's your choice, I presume. It's not another kiss. You're looking for ****. I had to try. I knew the moment was tense in life or death, but I had a quirky sense of humor, and it never reared its head unless it could get me killed. Could you cut the lights? I don't think my makeup can take the pressure Eddie approached, and when he got close enough to kick his body blocked the majority of the blinding light, but I didn't kick. In fact, I'd loosened from my fight stance. But this dog wasn't shivering with her tail between her legs, either. I really do enjoy these Leah zones, he muttered. You know, I have dreams about you who's pummeling who to get the prize. There is wrestling involved, but we're both usually naked. Please, Eddie, don't give yourself so much credit. It was just sex, I said of that frustratingly unforgettable encounter. It meant nothing tense moments like that all his seem to tempt while lust to the fore. Like right now, every hair on my body lifted and acted as tiny antennas seeking contact. The touch, the hiss of a man's breath across my mouth, the promise of hot sex. It rocketed through my system like liquid fire. Yeah, okay, so it's a twisted fantasy, but it's my fantasy. So let it ride. And this girl wasn't little or scared. I know how to a handle men like Eddie Powell. The micro drive, he insisted and stepped right up to me. Eddie reached out and smooth the back of his hand over my cheek. There it Waas the hiss of his breath upon my lips. I inhaled calm. Don't react. I wasn't about to go out this way, fighting like a dog. Remember? You want it? He nodded. I splayed open my jacket to reveal the inner pocket and looked up through my eyelashes at him. Take it as his hand reached for the prize. I dropped the jacket and it flat back over my breast. Edit and miss a beat. He slid a hand under the leather, taking great pleasure in gliding his fingers over my breast. I sucked in a breath as he touched my nipple. I was wearing my Demi cup bra trimmed with sexy black lace. Yes, it was bulletproof, but I felt sure provided little protection against the far Eddie had ignited. For one delicious moment, I closed my eyes and tilted back, my head soaring into the touch, and Eddie worked it for every last nickel. His fingers spread and glanced, one after the other over my nipple. The urge to arch my back worked before I could stop it. But the bright headlights held back by lust to the simmering point. I wasn't exhibitionist, nor was I an idiot. This little diversion was part of the plan. Take it, I murmured. You're win this time