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Lucas added, excitement in his voice. “He bragged how they now have eavesdropping devices that can automatically filter out ambient noise from up to three hundred yards. A pair of those babies would be perfect for this.”
    “Do you think you can borrow a pair from him?” Tristan asked. Kimber stood and came over to their map.
    The men discussed other various pieces of equipment they would need to gather. She only half listened. Studying the map, she didn’t see anything helpful she could add at this time and so remained silent.
    “I’ll go gather it all now,” Lucas’ voice interrupted her thoughts. Kimber looked up as he winked mischievously at her. “We’ll meet in the car park around six, right?”
    “How long do you plan to chat up the girls in technology?” Tristan asked, the grin belying the verbal poke.
    Lucas shook his head and laughed, slapping Tristan’s shoulder.
    “Your mind is in the gutter, my man. I planned to grab a quick bite to eat. It might be a long night. You two have fun now, you hear?”
    Tristan chuckled. The men shook hands. Lucas sketched a quick wave to Kimber before leaving the room. She felt a warm beginning of friendship blossoming with the man, but it was the dark-haired agent left behind who really got her blood stirred up. Kimberly shared a soft smile with him as he turned to face her fully.
    The last few hours still seemed surreal to her. While the events so far hadn’t occured like in a movie—all action and guns blazing, buildings exploding and cars chasing—the elusive undercurrent of adventure hung in the air for her. Add on the strong undercurrent of sexual awareness and she felt like she’d been through enough foreplay for the day.
    “I guess we should go get kitted out,” Tristan murmured, his voice thick with lust.
    Anticipation had her nipples beading. The sensual rasp of her delicate tips straining against the lacy cups of her bra and the soft linen of her business shirt heightened her need unbearably.
    Her throat felt too dry for her to speak, so she merely nodded. Part of her mind wondered what kind of kit they’d need to break into a building, the other half of her remained focused on how soon they could spare a moment alone so she could take control of her rising need and kiss this man silly. It took only a matter of moments for them to collect the files, arrange them into a neat pile again and leave the conference room. Tristan deposited the mountain of paperwork on a desk as they passed—she assumed it was his table—and they left the large, open-plann office area and walked into the corridor.
    Tristan pushed open the door to the stairwell then glanced at her over his shoulder.
    “It’s only a flight of stairs down and the lifts take forever around here,” he explained.
    Kimber glanced down at her low-heeled shoes and shrugged.
    “A bit of exercise will be good for me,” she reassured him.
    Tristan gallantly held the door for her and she entered the dim stairwell. She walked down the first few steps, jumping when the door thudded closed behind them with a dull bang.
    “Claustrophobic?” Tristan asked.
    She paused and tilted her head to look at him as she spoke.
    “No, I’m just edgy and the noise took me by surprise.”
    Tristan walked to the stair below her then turned so he was facing her. In that brief instant Kimber felt her breath catch in her throat. The difference in height had been removed by her standing a step higher than Tristan. Not giving herself a moment to overthink her actions, she cupped a hand to the side of his jaw and drew their mouths together.
    Passion shook through her body at the soft, sensual contact. Tristan’s lips were soft and warm, the heat radiating out from his body in the narrow stairwell. Time froze for one perfect second as they came together. It was like her whole life had been leading up to this very action.
    Gasping at the intensity of the simple, chaste kiss, Kimber tilted her head so they could continue