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are in Nashville.”
    She laughed even harder at that. “Oh, please. What kind of agency would have their headquarters there?”
    His look was devilish. “The smart one. If D.C. gets wiped out or bombed, we’re still able to function. No one’s ever going to take out Nashville. It’s barely on the terrorist map. Besides, we don’t do anything by the book. Hell, our director is so whacked, he put us on the ground floor of the bat tower just for shits and giggles.”
    She arched her brow at that. “Ahh, the bat tower. Let me guess? Your director is Commissioner Gordon.”
    She groaned as he sucked her toe into his mouth and used his tongue to gently massage it. He nipped her large toe, then pulled back. “Trust me, BAD would make mincemeat out of Commissioner Gordon, Sergeant O’Hara, and Batman combined.”
    â€œBAD, huh?”
    â€œMad, bad, and dangerous to know.”
    â€œHave much luck with that line?”
    He laughed gently as he crawled up her body like a languid panther and pressed his lips to her belly. His breath tickled her stomach as he parted her shirt more. “So far it’s working.”
    Yes, it was. Much better than it should be. Who would have ever thought that she could be seduced by some cheesy little line?
    No, she realized. She wasn’t seduced by a cheesy line, but rather by his stunningly blue eyes. His tender lips.
    Oh, who was she fooling? It was that sinful body that she wanted.
    All of it.
    She’d never made love to a man who looked like this. One who was so handsome he should be on the cover of a book or in a movie.
    One who set her blood on fire just by being with her.
    She stared down at him while his hot mouth skimmed the flesh of her stomach. He lay between her spread legs with his chest pressing against the center of her body.
    Oh, how she ached for him. Marianne ran her hands through his dark hair, letting the swirls of his tongue sweep her far away from what they were doing.
    She arched her back as he sat up slightly and pulled her shirt off. Then he reached behind her and unfastened her bra.
    â€œMmm,” he breathed as he bared her. “What have we here?”
    â€œBreasts,” she said simply as she fought the urge to cover herself. “Two of them.”
    He laughed at that. “Good, ’cause I was afraid you might have three.”
    â€œNope, no Anne Boleyn here. Just two, like any other normal woman.”
    Kyle smiled at her teasing and her intelligence. He couldn’t recall ever being so at ease with a lover. It didn’t feel as if they were strangers.
    There was an odd sense of belonging with her. It didn’t make any sense.
    â€œTell me something, Marianne,” he whispered in her ear. “Tell me what schoolteachers dream about when they’re all alone at night. Tell me what fantasies keep you awake while you lie in bed, wanting to feel someone inside you.”
    Her face flushed.
    â€œDon’t be embarrassed,” he said, teasing the corner of her mouth with his lips.
    He’d always wondered what “good” girls dreamt of. The scenes in the romance novel he’d read had shocked him more than the first time he’d read a Penthouse letter. He still had a hard time believing Marianne read such things.
    â€œI don’t know,” she said with a small shrug. “I think of someone dangerous. Deadly. A larger-than-life officer or agent who can come in like Rambo and yet still be tender to me.” Her brown eyes seared him with a heartfelt longing. “Someone who sees me.”
    He frowned at her words. Who in their right mind couldn’t see her? “I see you, Marianne,” he whispered, kissing her, tasting the warmth of her mouth.
    Her tongue was heaven. He loved the sensation of it stroking his while her breasts were flattened against his chest.
    Marianne sighed as he left her lips and trailed scorching kisses over her. His lightly