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ofthe aroma that lingered on her body from last night. He tossed his helmet into the open back of a covered truck and stripped off his flak vest.
    “That’s a lot of gear for a bunch of old women.”
    “Yeah, well, you know when we get the call, dispatch doesn’t specify.”
    “Just sends in the big guns.”
    Ellie let her eyes drift over the damp T-shirt that clung to his chest, sweaty from the riot gear. He stepped in closer—too close, as he always did—and her hand drifted up to rest on his chest. On the edges of her vision she could see a wicked smile on his lips, but her focus remained on the blossom of dampness beneath his collarbone and the two-tone of the drab shirt, wet against dry. Her cottonmouth was back in force, and she licked her lips pointlessly. At the sight of her tongue, Guy pulled her by the hips into him, his mouth stopping less than a whisper away from her own. His lips just grazed hers and his tongue darted out in the lightest touch. She knew he knew what that did to her, and even his arrogant chuckle at her response didn’t put her off.
    He pushed forward, between her legs, walking her backward until he pressed her against the rough canvas of the truck. Less than an inch taller than she, Guy seemed to Ellie to be a wall, a hot, breathing wall that she wanted to throw herself against again and again. Around them, soldiers reloaded the trucks and cleared away bystanders. Pressed deep into the canvas and using the flak vest that hung from his wrist to shield them from sight, Guy took her hand and slid it down to his groin.
    “I thought you didn’t like my riot gear.” He ground himself against her hand, whispering into her ear.
    “I don’t.” Ellie felt him harden in her hand. “I like it when you take it off.”
    Guy laughed and took a quick look around for his superiors. “Don’t you have to work?”
    “Don’t you?”
    He reached around and grabbed her ass and squeezed. “I think you’re probably worth a good disciplinary hearing.”
    “You could talk your way out of anything.” Ellie let her head fall back against the truck, the canvas pulling at her ponytail, as Guy kissed her neck. “You talked those women down.”
    “What can I say?” He spoke into her skin. “I have a way with the ladies.”
    “What if you didn’t?”
    He bit down on her earlobe. “Then I guess I’d be getting a hand job from Fletcher.”
    Ellie pulled her head to the side. “I mean what if you weren’t able to talk those women into surrendering today?” Guy cocked his eyebrow and laughed at the question. “I’m serious. What if they hadn’t put down their bricks? Would you have shot them?”
    He sighed, putting his hand over hers on his crotch to resume her massage. “It never would have come to that.”
    “What if it did?”
    “It wouldn’t.” He pulled away and Ellie resisted, pulling him back to her. “What do you want me to say, Ellie? That we’d mow down a bunch of old women for being upset that they have no water? That we’d take our batons to them to shut them up? Is that what you think?”
    “No.”
    “No. That’s not what we’re here for. We’re the ones keeping those women safe. We’re the ones making sure nobody tampers with the water or the food or the power stations. We’re the good guys, Ellie. Or don’t you believe that?”
    She sighed and nodded, and he leaned back into her again.
    “Good girl.” His hands tugged at the belt loops of her jeans, banging her softly against his pelvis. His mouth went back to her ear and his breath was hot on her skin. “Now why don’t you tell me exactly where, when, and how you’re gonna thank me for my services? And use all the dirty words.”
    Ellie had to laugh as his hands slid inside the waistband of her jeans and his fingers played softly on the small of her back. “It’s an awfully big debt to repay. We may actually have to break with protocol and find a bed.”
    “Ooh, kinky. Go on. Remember, I’m the good guy. A