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renewed sensation at the memory—and at the touch of that big, strong hand between my legs.
    “I am sore,” I whisper, hoping he would stop and at the same time, hoping he wouldn’t.
    To my relief and disappointment, he moves his hand back to my hip, even though I feel his cock stirring against my ass. The man is a sexual machine, unstoppable in his lust. According to the file I’ve been given, he’s thirty-four years old. Most men past their teenage years don’t want to have sex three times a night. Once, twice maybe. But three times? His cock shouldn’t harden with so little provocation.
    It makes me wonder how long it’s been since Lucas Kent’s had a woman.
    “Are you going to return any time soon?” I ask, pushing that thought aside. It’s ridiculous, but the idea of him being with other women—of him giving them the kind of pleasure he gave me—makes my chest tighten in an unpleasant way.
    “I don’t know,” he says, shifting so that his semi-hard erection is wedged more comfortably against my ass. “Maybe one day.”
    “I see.” I stare into the darkness, battling the part of me that wants to bawl like a child deprived of her favorite toy. This is not real, none of it is real. Even if I were truly an interpreter, I’d know this is nothing more than a one-night stand. But I’m not the carefree, easy girl I’m pretending to be. I didn’t have sex with him for fun; I did it to get information—and now that I have it, I need to get it to Obenko right away.
    As Lucas’s breathing evens out, signifying that he’s asleep again, I carefully reach for my phone. It’s sitting on the nightstand less than a couple of feet away, and I manage to grab it without disturbing Lucas, who’s still holding me against him. Ignoring the growing ache in my chest, I type out a coded message to Obenko, letting him know that Kent is with me and what time they’re planning to depart.
    If my boss is planning to strike at Esguerra, now is as good a time as any, since at least one man from Esguerra’s security team is out of the way.
    As soon as the text message goes out, I erase it from my phone and put the device back on the nightstand. Then I close my eyes and force myself to relax against Lucas’s hard body.
    My assignment is done, for better or for worse.

5
    L ucas

    I wake up to the unfamiliar feel of a slender body in my arms and the faint smell of peaches in my nostrils. Opening my eyes, I see tangled blond hair spread across the pillow in front of me and a slim, pale shoulder peeking out from under the blanket.
    For a moment, the sight startles me, but then I remember.
    I’m with Yulia Tzakova, the interpreter the Russians hired for yesterday’s meeting.
    Memories of last night rush into my brain, making my blood surge.
    Fuck, it had been hot. More than hot. Scorching.
    Everything about her had been perfect, the sex so intense that just thinking of it makes me hard. I don’t know what I had been expecting when I showed up on her doorstep, but what happened last night wasn’t it.
    I had watched her all through the meeting, enjoying the way she translated so effortlessly, her voice smooth and unaccented. It wasn’t a surprise that she caught my attention. I’ve always liked tall, leggy blondes, and Yulia Tzakova is as beautiful as they come, with her clear blue eyes and fine bone structure. She didn’t really eat during the meal, just nibbled on a couple of the appetizers, but she drank tea, and I found myself staring at her pink, glossy lips touching the rim of her porcelain cup... at the smooth white column of her throat moving as she swallowed. I wanted to feel those lips closing around the base of my cock and see her throat move as she swallowed my cum. I wanted to strip off her elegant clothes and bend her over the table, to fist that long, silky hair as I drove into her, fucking her until she screamed and came.
    I wanted her —and she seemed to have eyes only for Esguerra.
    Even now, the