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again.
    “Just so we’re clear,” he rasped, his words low and gravelled. “I hate that you’re here.” He might have released her but his large body kept her penned in.
    She snapped her teeth at him as she unzipped his flight suit to allow her access to his cock. He hissed when her fingers closed around it.
    “Just so we’re clear,” she whispered. “I hate your chauvinistic attitude.”
    “Clear,” he growled, jerking her close and devouring her.
    Their movements grew frantic as her suit was shoved off and her shorts soon followed. The air filled with their harsh breaths and the sudden rip of fabric as her panties were torn from her body. Seconds later, he pushed into her with a single, smooth stroke.
    “Yesss!” she expelled on a long breath.
    “Two weeks I’ve walked around with blue balls, or else I need to jack off three fucking times a day thinking about you.”
    “Not my problem,” she panted.
    His deep strokes halted and she slashed her gaze to his. Hazel eyes burned eerily at her. She tried to draw him in more, wanting more than just the head of his dick in her.
    “Oh, it very much is your problem.” His sentence fell like a warning.
    “Gio!” she panted, undulating her hips.
    He grinned, darkly sensual. “I love that from your lips.” He flicked his fingertips over her taut nipples. She whimpered and shifted with want. There was no warning before he slammed fully into her. A scream raced from her throat. He captured it with his mouth.
    Talk ceased while he continued to thrust hard and fast into her. Breaking the kiss, he dropped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, shirt and all. His teeth bit gently, shooting pleasure spikes through her. She lost it, arching her back and coming hard, as stars exploded behind her eyes. Seconds later, he lifted his head and buried it in her neck as a low growl slid from his throat. She felt his cock jerk as he released deep within her.
    His solid weight pressed her into the wall. She could feel the sweat gathered along her spine. She worried her lower lip until he drew back and glanced at her. This was how she remembered him. Eyes molten and full of passion. Lids a bit heavy, causing his thick lashes to give him an even more hooded, sensual look. She glanced past his shoulder only to tense.
    The lethal and ominous beauty of the B-2—a blatant reminder of not only where she was, but also what she’d just done and with whom she’d done it.
    Fuck! What the hell did I just do? A hard gulp. Again.
    He withdrew and put himself away, still silent. His gaze continued to burn her as she shrugged back into her shorts— sans underwear—and grabbed the flight suit before bolting for the small bathroom. She cleaned herself up and splashed cold water on her face.
    “What the hell am I doing?” She rubbed her eyes before readjusting her flight suit so it tied around her waist. “I can’t get involved with him. Unprotected sex with a fellow officer. Geez.” A frown crossed her face when she saw the wet spot over her nipple. “Damn,” she muttered even as another tug pulled her clit at the recollection.
    “No more,” she told herself, zipping up the flight suit and effectively hiding the wet spot. Sure, she looked a bit rumpled, but she would be under control when anyone else showed up. I hope.
    With one final deep breath, she nodded at her reflection before leaving the room. He waited for her. Arms and legs crossed, he had a blank expression on his face.
    “Something you needed to say?” she asked, striding by him and heading back to her jet.
    “I want to know why you’re here.”
    “Hard of hearing, Gio?”
    “Don’t start, sweets. I don’t fly with people I can’t trust.”
    She didn’t know what it was with this one, but her normally iron-clad hold of her control seemed to go extinct. Grinding her jaw, she whipped around to face him. The sun had crested the horizon and it bathed his body in a warm golden glow. Lust ricocheted through her