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release.
    “Over here. To me.”
    Finally. She was off the bed as quickly as noodley legs would allow. He did not make her wait any longer. He took her by the hips and hauled her forward, straddling his legs on the chair until his cock was pushing up inside her. Once she was riding him, he moved his hands to her breast. He took hold and drew first one nipple into his mouth before moving on to the other.
    The stimulation, on top of the lingering effect of his commands, was disastrous for her control. The discord grew even worse once he stopped teasing her nipples to take fistfuls of hair and kiss her into a breathless mass of jubilant nerve endings. Feeling him hum against her when she started to climax dropped the orgasm into a new gear, tightening, sweetening deeper, reaching farther, dragging him along with her until he was a faltering spasm of muscle.
    Again with the kissing, and then he hauled her to bed. They were both asleep within minutes.
    In the morning, after they ran together—which in actuality was more like Thomas jogging while she struggled to keep up—they lingered in the bathroom. She sat on the counter to watch him shave while he reminded her about his trip. The day after next, as soon as the final dress rehearsal was over, he would need to leave for Virginia.
    “I’ve got to meet with some of Bill’s old colleagues about Yvette. See if they can help me figure out how to force her into the open without anyone getting hurt.”
    “Sounds delightful.”
    “Nah, it’ll be cool. I haven’t seen those guys in a long time. They’re great. Very smart about illogical offenders. It helps that Bill was so interested in the Prescotts’ personality disorders. He had a lot of notes about what could trigger a violent event. They’ve been looking over them for me.”
    She remembered Josh mentioning Bill’s fascination with the Prescotts. Maybe some good would finally come of it.
    Thomas lifted his chin to run his razor over that last spot, and her inner camera seemed to zoom in and pan back at once. Her eyes began to index everything about Thomas: that warm golden skin, his Adam’s apple, the points of his collarbones at his shoulders. The black hair, the black eyes, the ferocious energies, armor, loyalties and sharp edges… Such an enormous force in comparison to her.
    He tapped the razor on the edge of the sink and caught her staring. He went very still. A silent, powerful connection formed, built on nothing but eye contact.
    She learned a lot in that moment. First, that it was possible to love someone to a terrifying degree. Second, that Thomas could make the air churn with all the conflicted notions percolating behind that armor. It bubbled up into his eyes, spilling out, letting her know that she was not alone. Thomas knew that everything was not okay between the three of them.
    She almost asked him what he wanted from her. Instead, she kept quiet while Thomas leaned forward to press a tease of a kiss onto her lips. Reassurance that everything would be all right.
    His eyes afterward were smoke, fire and everything calculated to leave her breathless and devoid of any doubt.
    Thomas drove her into work, where they parted ways. He headed to the Accord offices, and she to the business office. Paperwork kept her busy all morning and clear through lunch. All the while, she fought a growing sense of disappointment. She wanted to like this job. Though it paid well and she liked everyone on staff, there was no challenge to it. Jennifer set a fiscal policy so rock solid there was no room nor any need for innovation.
    To make this job anything more than a glorified admin post, she would have to be more like Steph, whose talents lay in audacious deal-making. Amanda did not possess the shameless cheek it took to keep politicians at arm’s length, or to sign corporations onto their account roster. Her talents were more toward blunt-force asset management and cost control. Every day she saw job listings online within a