Palmer Diana Desperado Soldiers Of Fortune 07

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that fell to the floor. He held her hand tightly in one of his, while the .45 was now held, with the safety off,
against his chest.
There was a loud noise, as if of a key going into a lock. Suddenly the door opened and the light went on.
Maggie had steeled herself not to react, not to move, not to breathe. Beside her, she could feel Cord's
tall body still and tensed. Neither of them breathed.
Seconds later, the light went off, the door closed, and the key went into the lock again. There was a
whine, as if electronic devices were being reset. Then the footsteps died away.
Cord laughed softly at her ear, but he didn't speak. He drew her from behind the curtains, handed her
the pistol, with the safety on, and listened at the door. The footsteps had droned away and ended.
He went to work again, and seconds later, they were in the hall. He reset the security switches again,
eased down the hall with Maggie at his back,lis
tened,
and then worked down the steps with her, avoiding one particular one-the same one he'd
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avoided on the way up. She'd have to remember to ask why.
He led her back into the room adjoining the steel door of the kitchen, put her up into the air duct,
removed the chair and waited until she replaced the grate and was moving toward the kitchen. Then he
moved to the steel door, positioned the bolt, went through it and heard it slide satisfyingly into place. He
tried the door, relieved to find that the bolt was secure.
Maggie appeared in the kitchen duct. He reached up to help her down before he replaced the duct
cover and moved her to the door with him. He checked his watch. The guard was due to make the
rounds again in three minutes. It would be close.
He interrupted the electric current, put Maggie out onto the stoop and followed her, reinitiated the
current flow and reentered the security codes. Then he grabbed her arm and said, "Run!"
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They dashed across the driveway, into the bushes, through them, and sprinted down the street. Behind
them, they heard no following footsteps, no alarms.
Breathless, they didn't stop until they reached the courtyard of the hotel. Cord was laughing.
Maggie shook him. "That was terrifying!" she squeaked. "How can you do that day after day...?"
He caught her up in his arms and kissed her so fiercely that he bruised her mouth. She held on for
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dear life, aroused, hungry for him. The danger had been the catalyst. She wanted him... !
While she was feeling it, she was saying it. He eased them into the little shed where they'd left their
clothing and closed the door, shooting the bolt home to shut them in, away from the world. Oblivious to
time, danger, threat, he backed her against a cold, stone wall, jerked fabric out of the way and put his
mouth hard over hers while he went into her with an economy of motion that left her gasping.
His mouth opened and bit at hers while the rhythm curled her hips up into his with heated abandon.
"Don't cry out," he cautioned, his voice clipped and husky with passion. He pinned her there with the
weight of his body, the rasping of silk and the quick rush of their breathing the only sound in the confined
little space. His body thrust into hers fiercely, his mouth hard, insistent, on her parted lips as he felt the
spiral of pleasure build like gas-ignited flames.
"Harder," she groaned into his mouth, her voice breaking. "Oh ... Cord ... do it ... hard!"
Her body opened to him, incited him. She could hardly believe she was the same inhibited woman of
only a month ago. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she lifted into the hard curve of him, her mouth
searching feverishly for his as she pushed up to meet
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the violent thrusts. He was potent, so potent, and she felt him inside her body, filling it, expanding it until
she thought she might burst open...!
She groaned piteously into his mouth and clung with her legs as well as her arms as the waves of
fulfillment caught her up and convulsed her in his powerful hold. She felt his fingertips biting into her flesh
as he crushed her hips under his in one long, exquisite straining together that brought a sound very like a
harsh sob from the mouth possessing hers. He shivered with the aching, hot pleasure that riveted his body
to hers.
She shivered with him, drowning in the exquisite heat of joy that was so new and so exciting. She felt him
deep in her body, throbbing, sated, helpless to withdraw. She laughed secretly and pressed her open
mouth to his throat.
He moved against her involuntarily, prolonging the stabs of delight, until he was able to get his breath
again.
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"No," she protested huskily when he began to withdraw.
He kissed her hungrily, but he didn't obey. "I don't want to stop, either. But we have to get back to the
table, or we're going to arouse suspicion," he said unsteadily, kissing her one last time.
"I don't want rice and mutton, I want dessert again," she moaned.
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He chuckled weakly. "And I thought you were inhibited," he drawled.
"Not with you. It's the danger, isn't it?" she whispered. "It's an aphrodisiac ... have you done this with
other women after a mission?" she demanded jealously.
"In a potting shed behind a hotel with armed men all around?" he exclaimed while he did up fastenings
again. "With any other woman but you? Are you nuts? Here," he added, handing her a tiny package of
antibacterial tissue. "It won't do for an old man and a young woman to come back in smelling
suspiciously," he added with a grin that grew even more wicked when she gasped.
She adjusted her own clothing and put her dress back on. But her feet were still bare. "Cord, my
shoes...!"
He pulled them out of his pockets and handed them to her. He also produced a small brush, and smiled
while she put her hair back into order.
"There," he murmured, studying her. "You'll do." He put his white wig back in place, reacquired his
stoop and his cane, and opened the door.
"But, the safe ... you didn't take anything out of it," she protested, suddenly remembering his bare hands.
"Didn't I?" he asked, but he smiled and didn't say another word as he escorted her slowly back into the
restaurant.
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The waiter was just bringing the mutton as "Jorge" seated Maggie at the table.
"Just in time," Cord said in histhready adopted tone. "And I have worked up an enormous appetite in the
garden!"
To Maggie's credit, she didn't blush or gasp, but she couldn't quite stop smiling.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The return to Ahmed's house was almost anticlimactic, after the exciting evening Cord and Maggie had
shared. She looked back on it with wonder. She'd passed her first test of fire, and come through it
relatively unscathed. She didn't have to ask if Cord was proud of her. The answer was in his eyes.
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She was a little uneasy about their passionate encounter in the shed. It had been a spur-of-the-moment
thing, and very satisfying, but it disturbed her that she had so little control over her passions. Was that
normal? she wondered. She had no way of knowing. Cord looked at her in a different way now, with
possession and pride. It made her heart sing. If
only she could stop time, she thought, and keep him from ever knowing about the past that haunted her.
If only this tiny space of days could be insulated, packed carefully into a box and held, cherished,
forever!
"We must leave in the morning on the ferry," "Jorge" announced when they were inside Ahmed's elegant
living room. "I am sorry, but I worry to leave Cord alone, in his condition."
"I quite understand," Ahmed agreed with a sigh. "But it has been a delight to have you here, and to meet [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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