overtime anyways.”
She frowned. “You sure?”
“Yeah. I won't be able to relax anyway. It'll eat at me all night.”
“Alright, I’ll catch you in the morning,” she said, tossing me the remote.
I caught it and gave her a goodbye nod before sinking back into my eagle-eyed stare at the footage.
It was just impossible that there was no trace of this guy anywhere. Forensics had called a couple hours ago to say that there weren't any usable prints anywhere. The only thing they had confirmed was that the guard's coffee had been laced with laxatives, which meant we were on the right track.
Maybe I could find the coffee place and they'd remember something.
“Burning the midnight oil?”
I stiffened at the sound of Colman’s voice. “It’s only seven o’clock,” I answered flatly.
“While I appreciate your dedication to your case, it’s actually a quarter past nine.”
I glanced at my watch. Shit. He was right. “Oh, huh. You’re right.”
“I try to make a habit of it. You have to when you’re the one on top.”
I ignored the double-entendre. “I’m sure.”
He just couldn't let things go. “Granted, I’m sure a take charge woman like you knows all about it.”
I decided it was time to play especially obtuse. “All about what?”
“Being on top. You’re certainly authoritative enough, despite being a rookie.”
“Well, it's what happens when you have to grow up fast and take charge because no one else can.” I kept my eyes fixed firmly on the screen.
“You had a hard childhood, Agent Melendez, but it doesn’t mean you have to be so hard now. I want you out of here by ten. Don't want you falling asleep on the job.”
“Yes, sir.”
As he walked out, I let out a sigh of relief, then turned my attention back to the screen, glad that his uncomfortable presence was gone. It was always nice when problems walked themselves out the door.
… out the door …
Shit.
I jumped up and flipped through the footage. How could we have been so stupid? I needed to find his exit again. While his back had been to the camera the entire time, if I remembered correctly, he passed through the gold-gilded and glass doors of the main entrance. Doors that just happened to be incredibly reflective. If the camera angle was right...
Holding my breath, I pulled up the correct footage and had him move forward in slow motion. Just like before, he kept his face constantly trained away from any of the security measures. But the angle...sure enough. As he reached for the door, reflecting in the glass was the striking face of our mystery man.
Strong jaw, what looked like blue or green eyes, perfectly coiffed bronze-colored hair, handsome features...
Fuck me.
I sat back like someone had shot me, staring at the reflection like a ghost. And in a way, it was. A ghost from my past.
Chapter Five
Bron
“ O h god , please don’t stop. Please.”
If I'd been less of a gentleman, I would've rolled my eyes at my partner’s over-enthusiastic moans. However, I managed to restrain myself. After all, I hadn't picked her for her eloquence or because I wanted to have some sort of relationship with her.
I wanted to fuck.
It hadn’t taken much to convince her to come back to my hotel suite with me. She was in the city on business, which was perfect because it meant I wouldn't have to worry about her wanting to know anything about me.
We hadn't bothered much with foreplay once I'd invited her up to my room. She'd gone into the bathroom while I made sure I had a condom easily accessible. She'd come back out in a skimpy pair of panties and an even skimpier bra. I'd given the thin black lace garments the appreciative look they deserved, and then we'd gotten down to business.
Now I was pounding into her, her wet core pulling at me greedily. Her full breasts bounced with each thrust I delivered, inviting me to seal my mouth around one of her deliciously pink nipples. She arched up against me, forcing me deeper.
I pressed
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