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can
help me now. I’ve put off facing my demons for too long. I only hope they
didn’t track us here. I’ll send my housekeeper up with some fresh clothes. I
know you’re probably sick of wearing that bikini.”
    “Don’t you like
the way it looks on me?”
    “Don’t flirt,
Tierney. It’s useless.”
    He left her on
the veranda, smarting. How a man could turn it off and on like a faucet, she
did not know. Then she felt a bit guilty, realizing how often she’d done the
same thing in her own life.
    After an early
dinner of roast chicken with mango salsa and a cinnamon rice dessert, Travers
and Kiel retired to the study, to check the news reports.
Tierney, wearing a crisp blue sundress and espadrilles, explored the grounds,
enjoying a tiny bit of freedom in Kiel’s lush, protected world. She fed the koi,
freeing the gardener to attend to other chores then she watched a perfect
sunset in miserable solitude.
    “He should be
here with me,” she sighed. Then she decided to search out the study.
    ***
    Kiel was
alone with his eyes closed, sipping a beer as he listened to some smooth jazz
on a radio. He was sitting on an upholstered chair, one leg swung over the arm
of it. His thoughts were on Tierney again. He kept going over their lovemaking
in his mind, seeing it happen in a delicious slow motion. He couldn’t get over
how good she was; how every move she made suited him perfectly. She’d given him
the best damn orgasm of his life. Even better, he sadly admitted, than any he’d
had with Jeri, though it seemed somehow sacrilegious to think it.
    He wondered if
he was doing the right thing in keeping her there. Joe and the others were
bound to catch up with him. They would probably feel safe in making a full-on
attack in Mexico , since they had connections with some high ups
in the military. He’d made a bad move, going down there, he was certain of it
now.
    ***
    Tierney entered
the study without a sound, stood staring at Kiel who was still engulfed in the
rhythm of the music, his eyes shut tight, his leg still thrown over the chair
arm. She gulped as she made out the line of him going down long next to the
seam of his crotch.
    “Is he thinking
about me?” she grinned, knowing what she had to do.
    She quietly
pushed the door to and locked it. Then she walked about the paneled room,
closing the shutters. She accidentally knocked a silver lighter off its perch
on a side table. Kiel stirred, cleared his eyes. She was standing
right in front of him. Their gazes met; Tierney breathed deeply, kicked off her
espadrilles and dropped the dress to the tile floor.
    Kiel took more than a moment to admire the vision before him. Her nipples hardened
under his stare. She moved towards him, eased his leg off of the chair arm and
unzipped him. Then she took him in her luscious mouth and tasted him like
candy. He groaned, grasped her shoulders with firm hands, holding her there
until he was on the edge of imploding. Then he lifted her hips, sat her on him
and slid her up and down as his kisses smothered her sighs. His fingers delved
deep into her, manipulated her with a deft touch. She couldn’t take it – began
to wail and twitch. Her movements sent him over the edge; he grunted hard and
loud, banging her bottom against his thighs until they came together in a hot,
sweaty song of passion.
    “Did I drive
you insane yet?” he asked as his eyes searched her face.
    “Not yet,” she
breathed. “I guess you’ll have to try again.”
    “Maybe later.
Can I sleep with you tonight?”
    “I’d like that.
I feel safe with you. I’ve never felt safe with anybody till you.”
    He pulled her
up off of him, stood to stretch his legs.
    “I don’t think
you are safe with me, Tierney. I’ve got a couple of hound dogs on my tail. They
might show up here.”
    “Who are they?”
    He zipped his
pants, finished his beer. “Well, they used to be friends, until I decided to
leave their organization. Now … they’re more like