And she did. That and more. All these months Gus had coaxed her to enjoy her sexuality. To put the past behind her and think only of the two of them. And she'd been doing it. Now, even in the midst of this crisis, it occurred to her that nothing this man could suggest would turn her off. She wanted it all with him.I want it all."And that's what you'll get, believe me."Oh, god, had she said it aloud?But in the next moment she even forgot how to speak as Gus lowered his mouth to her, blew a stream of warm air into her pussy and licked her slit the entire length. She moaned again, riding the crest of the heat that shot through her. Her hands fisted in the bedclothes and her heels dug into the mattress."Touch yourself, Anya. Touch your clit for me. Rub it while I fuck you with my tongue."The flare of arousal that flooded her shocked her in its intensity. She slid one hand down over her tummy to find her clit beneath the nest of curls and pinched it between two fingers."Rub it
Once he was sure Anya was sleeping, Gus showered and pulled his clothes back on, then headed downstairs. Linda and Rafe were still busy with their own activities, so he poured himself a fresh mug of coffee and sat down to think about who else he could call. No one could call him, since he was using throwaway phones and disposing of them after a few hours, just in case.It both sickened and saddened him to think that his boss, for whom he'd always had the greatest respect, might be in bed with Virgil Branson in his dirty business. If that was true, he'd certainly fooled a lot of people. But mentally running through the list of agents in the San Antonio field office, there didn't seem to be a lot of other options. He knew it had to be someone in a position to have access to all the information and to the location of witnesses but shit! Dean Barton?Of course, it would explain a lot of things.The rest of the snitches that he called wouldn't say a word to him. Most of them sounded more fr
Anya stifled a small scream. Gus froze in place. Slowly he turned, putting Anya behind him. Jimmy Broughton, holding a 9 mm in his hands, stood inches away from him, outlined in the shards of moonlight that managed to poke through the canopy of trees. And swore because he hadn't taken his gun outside with him because he was so sure this was the one safe place in the world."I'm probably the only one who knows this used to be your home," Jimmy told him. "No one else would think to look here for you.""You bastard," Gus spat. "It's you, isn't it? You're the inside man." But the question was rhetorical."More like silent partner," Jimmy bragged. "Virgil and I have made some hot money over the years.""You protected him," Gus guessed. "That's how he avoided getting caught all these years.""And if hadn't been for that little bitch hiding behind your back, I'd still be riding the gravy train. But I'm taking care of that now." He sighed. You just wouldn't listen to me and send that bitch awa
It was one o'clock in the morning before everything had been wrapped up. Jimmy was taken away by two agents who'd helicoptered in from the San Antonio office.The car with Jimmy's friends was long gone but Dean Barton, who'd flown in with the agents, assured everyone when they swept up the pieces of Virgil's organization they'd no doubt catch him in the net. At last he stood on the back porch shaking hands with Gus."I can't tell you how sorry I am you had to go through this," he said, not for the first time. "I should have been smart enough to see what was happening. Or to put someone else on the case when we couldn't find where all Virgil Branson's support was coming from.""Spilt milk," Gus told his boss. "No one could have seen it.""We got into all his personal files and discovered a bunch of properties he owns, around here as well as in other states. I'm running a coordinated effort to hit them all at once I'm sure we'll find Virgil in one of them and that will be the end of hi
PART TWO: Dancing with DangerThe party had been going on far too long. It was a weeknight so dinner had been scheduled for six o'clock. The hosts had spoken and made their plea, things should be wrapping up now. The room should have been at least half empty. But it seemed no one was the least bit interested in leaving. The din of conversation competed with the sound of the orchestra, which segued from one rhythmic tune to another and people continued to jam the dance floor as well as both bars.Standing quietly in one corner, Rachel Winters looked glanced over the room. She couldn't quite conceal a smile of satisfaction. Another successful fundraiser for The Harris Foundation. Despite tough economic times, the people who had the money couldn't seem to give it fast enough to Sam and Loraine Harris, people with old money and a very old social position. People everyone wanted to curry favor with.Now the Harrises were mingling with their guests, discreetly collecting checks, their bod
She shook herself from her reverie to find Lincoln Harris standing in front of her with an expectant smile. Dancing with him was last on her list of things she wanted to do. Just being with him gave her a headache. She didn't like the man. The fact that he was handsome in a classical sense and kept himself in top condition didn't offset his personality. He was egotistical, self-involved and arrogant.Unfortunately he was also the heir to the family fortune, CEO of Harris Industries since his father's semiretirement and president of the foundation board. He wasn't someone she could easily brush aside. Or god forbid, offend in any way. Any imagined slight on her part could make her life very difficult. Board meetings that he ran gave her fits but she'd learned long ago how to deal with the Lincoln Harrises of the world. She just wished Sam and Loraine weren't quite so blind to him.Rachel rubbed her forehead. Tonight for some reason she was edgy and Lincoln Harris wasn't a recipe for c
They continued to move in time to the music, Gabe's pelvis grinding against hers, the sleek muscles of his thighs flexing with each step. One hand drifted down to cup the cheeks of her ass, pressing the light fabric of her dress into the cleft."People can see us." Rachel tried to reach back and rearrange the dress but he grabbed her hand and pulled it against him, trapping it between their bodies."They're all too busy being seen by other people." He bent his head so his mouth was close to her ear. "I love your ass. Do you remember the first time I fucked you there, Rachel? How hot it made you feel? How you loved my cock filling your hole? How hard you came?"If he didn't stop talking to her she would implode right there on the dance floor. Already she could feel her cream soaking the crotch of her thong and pantyhose and sticking to the insides of her thighs. The moistened fabric rubbed against her skin as she moved in the steps of the dance. Rather than causing a feeling of irrit
Rachel smoothed her hand over her hair, tucking the honeyed strands that had come loose back into place, wishing she had her purse so she could at least replenish her lipstick. Oh, well, they'd just have to accept her the way she was. Checking her dress one last time, she headed toward the entrance to the ballroom. At the French doors she caught the attention of her assistant, Nina Chan, who was lurking in a corner keeping an eye on the crowd.Nina had worked for her for more than a year. She was efficient and dedicated, even if at times just a little too earnest for Rachel's comfort zone. She'd also seen her eyeing Lincoln Harris and had to bite her tongue to warn the woman not to play with snakes.But she was very good at what she did and Rachel felt comfortable leaving her to finish out the evening on her own. She caught Nina's eye and beckoned to her. The woman hurried over to where Rachel was standing just inside the open doors."Are you all right?" There was concern in Nina's