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moment, until Daisy dug her heels into his shoulders, silently urging him to move. He locked his gaze with hers, let out a breath, and began a slow, steady in-and-out glide. Daisy locked her heels behind his neck and leveraged herself to move in sync with him. In and out. Back and forth. Again and again, until the tight coil of need low in her belly began to unwind and spiral upwards through her. Soon, lost in the rhythm, everything else faded away until her entire focus was on the sensual dance of their bodies and the heat consuming her.
    In and out.
    Back and forth.
    More, more, more.
    At the exact moment he tensed, she did also, and they exploded together in an orgasm that thrust them into a whirlpool of sensation. They shuddered together, so hard Daisy had to clutch his arms to anchor herself. Spasms rocked them, the intensity stealing their breath. On and on it went, until finally, when she was sure there would be nothing left of either of them, they began to coast down the other side of sensation. When their breathing had returned somewhat to normal and she was sure her heart wasn’t going to explode out of her chest, she unlocked her ankles and lowered her legs to the bed. Marc shuddered once more, a long spasm, then leaned forward, catching himself on his forearms.
    He studied her face, an undecipherable look in his eyes. She frowned, about to ask him if something was wrong when he kissed her, a soft caress of his mouth against hers. He trailed kisses down one cheek and then the other. And this time, when his gaze locked with hers again, she saw nothing but satisfaction and a desire for more.
    “You are definitely some surprise, Miss Daisy,” he told her. “I’m not sure a few days is enough for me to unlock all your secrets and satisfy myself. And you.”
    Sated with the best sex she’d ever had in her life, she gave him an impish smile. “Does that mean you’re going to try?”
    He licked her lower lip. “Guar-on-damn-tee it.”
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    Marc stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He’d determined Daisy would be here until Sunday and she’d been more than happy to agree to spend that time with him. That would give him more than enough time to assess if she had any involvement in Myers’ scheme, but right off his instincts told him no.
    Although he was now spending each night in Daisy’s room, he kept his own and went back to it each morning to shower and change and call his boss. His boss! Larry would chew his ass out if he knew what was going on. Three days and nights with Daisy Karr and he was walking an incredible tightrope. On the one hand, he was so involved with her it wasn’t even funny, a wrinkle he had never expected. He knew he needed to put a little space between them, so he could try to think about what was happening but he was finding that impossible. It wasn’t just the sex, which was spectacular. No, it was a whole lot more. They had made an intense personal connection in a very short time, and he didn’t know what to do with it. His professional discipline was certainly shot to shit.
    He felt like ten kinds of an asshole. All he’d meant to do was romance her a little, as he’d done with other targets—Jesus! He couldn’t stand to think of her as a target—maybe exchange a few kisses, flatter her and coax out of her any information that would help them find Craig Myers’ money. Somewhere between accepting this assignment and reminding himself of his good intentions, this whole thing had turned into something more intense. More complex. How was that even possible in such a short time?
    He felt like a jerk, a scumbag, and a few other things he could call himself. If it were physically possible, he’d kick himself in the ass. He still had a job to do. If he asked his boss to let him out of it, he’d have to answer questions best left alone. If he came clean with Daisy, she’d kick his ass and rightly so. But she’d also dump him in the nearest trash can,