Body Shot by Amy Jarecki

Author:Amy Jarecki
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller, Espionage, Spies, Multicultural, Steamy romantic suspense
Publisher: Amy Jarecki
Published: 2017-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Henri awoke naked and curled against Mike’s powerful frame. Last night had been mind-blowing, though the new day brought the hollowness of guilt spreading through her chest like a giant chasm. She glanced over her shoulder while she scraped her teeth across her bottom lip. They’d made love five times in five different positions as if their sexual hunger was insatiable. No denying it, the night had been the most erotic of her life.

But stupid.

She had to work with Mike and see this op through. And she couldn’t let feelings get in the way. How could she have been so stupid to let a night of hot passion ruin things? Now what was she going to do? Pretend it never happened? From now on, every time she looked at him she’d remember...way too much.

Rolling away, she pulled the sheet around her body, picked up her bag and headed to the bathroom.

Mike moved, but she didn’t look at him. “Gonna work out?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go with you.”

Those words were all they said from there to the workout room. After all, what should they talk about? Last night was awesome, but it could never happen again. Henri had been adamant about not kissing and look how effective her insistence had been. She wasn’t a weakling. The Army saw to it “hard as nails” was her middle name. She’d just been too long without a man. Now that she’d gotten sex out of her system, she’d be fine. Heck, for anyone who’d gone over two years without a good toss in the hay, one night of hot passion ought to last a helluva long time.

Mike pumped the free weights while Henri worked the all-around. When he moved to the stair stepper, Henri cranked up the gym’s sound system and hit the treadmill. She caught him stealing glances, not that she wasn’t watching him out of the corner of her eye.

Yeah, this is going to be as awkward as fuck.

And it continued. No talking. Steamy glances. And sweaty bodies.

Fortunately, by the time they had breakfast and coffee, they’d moved on to talking about the op without a word mentioned about the blistering night of intense passion. Thank God. Right now, the op was all that mattered. Henri’s focus homed in on finding Melvut Amri and the thief would lead her to Omar Fadli’s door. Now she had all that pent-up sexual desire out of her system, she’d strap on her weapons and concentrate on the job.

Hooah.

She wore the big, orange hat with her transition sunglass lenses. Indoors, they didn’t clear all the way and in the upper right corner was a camera that sent a live feed to ICE. Mike wore his ball cap and had applied another temporary color to his beard. He looked mysteriously sexy with dark brown stubble on his face, though Henri preferred the auburn.

Now I know I’ve lost my mind.

Mr. Kisongo met them outside the jewelry shop in the center of the market. It was the ideal front for a jeweler who traded in blood diamonds and gems.

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