partners?
“The kind Alita and Flynn are?” Onboard lovers. Right now, it sounded really good.
“Way better.” He kissed her again, a little more potent this time, enough to intensify the need between her legs and make her whole body want to rise up and meet his.
He opened his mouth, breathed into hers, and kneed her legs open one more inch. Every cell screamed more. Every inch of her wanted to bow her back, and feel all that hardness against her.
He rose just a little, as though tempting her higher, luring her.
Glancing down, she saw the tip of his hard penis threatening to burst out of the half-zipped jeans. Her mouth almost watered.
Very slowly, he stood, his abdomen clenching as he straightened, his gaze right on hers. He put his hands on the zipper and her eyes dropped, watching, waiting, anticipating the scrape of the teeth as he freed himself. She tried to breathe, but all she could do was watch his fingers, his flesh.
He was going to do this. He was going to…
Zip up .
He closed the jeans, snapped, and reached out a hand to her. “You better get some rest, Lizzie. We dive early. And late.”
She let out a breath and relaxed her elbows enough to drop an inch. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”
“What? Change your game plan?”
In one move, she rolled off the bed, away from the trap of his legs and steel slice of his gaze. “Don’t tease me. I don’t like it.”
She was halfway into the hall when she heard him whisper, “Neither do I.”
Speaking of changing the game plan… Con hadn’t called Lucy once since he got on this boat.
Puffing a breath full of frustration, he double-locked the door and waited until Lizzie’s footsteps disappeared and the ache in his groin lessened a little. Very little.
Let’s see, Lucy had, what? Four rules for this assignment?
Check in every day . Nope, hadn’t called once.
Report anything suspicious . Everything was suspicious.
Turn in anyone he found stealing . Or, just steal it back.
Inform the client of any crewmember who might know the wreck they were diving was El Falcone. Not aid and abet her plans to ruin Judd Paxton’s recovery effort by assisting in a secret ploy to steal the most coveted artifact on the dive, remove it from the premises, and hide it on the mainland.
After blowing every rule she’d set out for him, sex with a target who had a personal vendetta against the client and a plan to ruin the entire dive probably wasn’t going to make a dent on his already battered employee evaluation.
But that wasn’t what stopped him from doing what he-and Lizzie-wanted to do. At least he could admit that truth.
Running his hand through his hair, he grabbed the satellite phone, dropped onto the bed, inhaled enough to get a whiff of Lizzie’s perfume, and dialed.
She answered on the first ring. “You didn’t call yesterday.”
He laughed softly at the greeting. “So that rumor’s true.”
“There are a lot of them. Which rumor are you testing?”
“That Lucy Sharpe answers her private line 24/7.”
“For now it is,” she said. “But you’ve probably heard the rumor that my 24/7 days are numbered.”
He’d heard she was pregnant but doubted that would slow her down much. “Until they are, I’m afraid I have to take advantage and wake you to tell you what’s going on here.”
“It’s about time. I told you to check in daily.” “Trust me, Luce, that’s the least of the regs I’ve been wrecking.”
“Great.”
In the background he heard movement and a soft comment from a man. Jack Culver, her partner in every way. He waited, imagining the lithe, long-haired woman leaving her bed to walk down the hall to her office.
“All right. Talk to me, Con.”
“There is someone on this boat who knows we’re salvaging El Falcone , and she’s already located one of the diamonds, kept it for herself, is planning to do the same with the scepter it was separated from, then is going to take it to the mainland and hide it until
“The kind Alita and Flynn are?” Onboard lovers. Right now, it sounded really good.
“Way better.” He kissed her again, a little more potent this time, enough to intensify the need between her legs and make her whole body want to rise up and meet his.
He opened his mouth, breathed into hers, and kneed her legs open one more inch. Every cell screamed more. Every inch of her wanted to bow her back, and feel all that hardness against her.
He rose just a little, as though tempting her higher, luring her.
Glancing down, she saw the tip of his hard penis threatening to burst out of the half-zipped jeans. Her mouth almost watered.
Very slowly, he stood, his abdomen clenching as he straightened, his gaze right on hers. He put his hands on the zipper and her eyes dropped, watching, waiting, anticipating the scrape of the teeth as he freed himself. She tried to breathe, but all she could do was watch his fingers, his flesh.
He was going to do this. He was going to…
Zip up .
He closed the jeans, snapped, and reached out a hand to her. “You better get some rest, Lizzie. We dive early. And late.”
She let out a breath and relaxed her elbows enough to drop an inch. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”
“What? Change your game plan?”
In one move, she rolled off the bed, away from the trap of his legs and steel slice of his gaze. “Don’t tease me. I don’t like it.”
She was halfway into the hall when she heard him whisper, “Neither do I.”
Speaking of changing the game plan… Con hadn’t called Lucy once since he got on this boat.
Puffing a breath full of frustration, he double-locked the door and waited until Lizzie’s footsteps disappeared and the ache in his groin lessened a little. Very little.
Let’s see, Lucy had, what? Four rules for this assignment?
Check in every day . Nope, hadn’t called once.
Report anything suspicious . Everything was suspicious.
Turn in anyone he found stealing . Or, just steal it back.
Inform the client of any crewmember who might know the wreck they were diving was El Falcone. Not aid and abet her plans to ruin Judd Paxton’s recovery effort by assisting in a secret ploy to steal the most coveted artifact on the dive, remove it from the premises, and hide it on the mainland.
After blowing every rule she’d set out for him, sex with a target who had a personal vendetta against the client and a plan to ruin the entire dive probably wasn’t going to make a dent on his already battered employee evaluation.
But that wasn’t what stopped him from doing what he-and Lizzie-wanted to do. At least he could admit that truth.
Running his hand through his hair, he grabbed the satellite phone, dropped onto the bed, inhaled enough to get a whiff of Lizzie’s perfume, and dialed.
She answered on the first ring. “You didn’t call yesterday.”
He laughed softly at the greeting. “So that rumor’s true.”
“There are a lot of them. Which rumor are you testing?”
“That Lucy Sharpe answers her private line 24/7.”
“For now it is,” she said. “But you’ve probably heard the rumor that my 24/7 days are numbered.”
He’d heard she was pregnant but doubted that would slow her down much. “Until they are, I’m afraid I have to take advantage and wake you to tell you what’s going on here.”
“It’s about time. I told you to check in daily.” “Trust me, Luce, that’s the least of the regs I’ve been wrecking.”
“Great.”
In the background he heard movement and a soft comment from a man. Jack Culver, her partner in every way. He waited, imagining the lithe, long-haired woman leaving her bed to walk down the hall to her office.
“All right. Talk to me, Con.”
“There is someone on this boat who knows we’re salvaging El Falcone , and she’s already located one of the diamonds, kept it for herself, is planning to do the same with the scepter it was separated from, then is going to take it to the mainland and hide it until
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