temporarily until her new assignment hopefully came.
“I’m not sure. Lexi’s trying to talk her into moving down here, too. How crazy is that?”
“I thought she worked at the Pentagon?”
“Defense contractor in Arlington. It’s a big company; I think they have plenty of contracts down here.”
“Perfect,” Mike muttered.
“We need to lock you two in an empty room. No, scratch that—a room with nothing but a bed. Let you fuck it out,” Brent laughed.
“Jesus,” Christopher groaned. “I know she wants you to stay away from her, but can’t you at least try to make amends or something? Lexi and I are going to be planning a wedding soon. I don’t want Lexi stressed out every time the two of you are in the same room.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m on it,” Mike muttered. All he had to do was apologize to a petite, hotter-than-hell woman who loved to mouth off to him. What a freaking spectacular night this was going to turn out to be.
Chapter 2
Kenley Bristow stretched out on the lounge chair at her best friend’s pool, her damp brown curls drying in the warm October sun. Lexi had all but moved in with her fiancé Christopher, and the two women were enjoying the afternoon together while the guys went to the gun range for some target practice or some other macho, I’m the manliest guy around type thing. Maybe they’d have a dick measuring contest when it was over, she thought with a smirk.
She glanced down at the black bikini she’d worn for the afternoon. It was sexy without being too revealing, hugging her full breasts and hanging just so on her hips. She almost wished Christopher’s asshole friend Mike was around to see her in it. She would not be wearing it to the bonfire this evening, but hell if she didn’t want to give him a taste of his own medicine. That guy was too damn cocky for his own good. She wanted him to see exactly what he could never have.
Kenley had raced down to Virginia Beach a month ago when Lexi had been kidnapped. While Kenley had been looking around the condo Lexi had visited, Christopher and his teammate Mike had stormed in, looking for clues. She’d come out of the bedroom and assumed one of them was Lexi’s boyfriend. They both had massive builds and short, cropped hair in the standard military fashion. But the biggest guy had grabbed her as she exited the bedroom, trapping her against his solid frame, mistaking her for the enemy.
She shuddered at the memories of Mike’s hard body pressing up against hers—his clean, spicy scent filling her nose, her body trembling beneath him. She’d been angry, aroused, and frightened all at the same time. He’s easily captured both of her wrists in one of his large hands, and she’d been shocked at the desire shooting through her and arousal pooling at her core. She didn’t let guys manhandle her that way—she needed someone nice. Safe. Predictable. And Mike was none of those.
Lexi’s fiancé Christopher had shouted at him to release her, but Kenley had already been shaken to the core. She’d been aroused by Mike’s actions. Completely turned on. His power and strength was appealing and enticing in ways she could never have imagined. She’d always dated men who treated her with nothing but respect—who engaged in a polite kiss goodnight and maybe, after the appropriate number of dates, they’d spend the night and have safe, vanilla sex in her bed. It was nice. Unassuming. Pleasant. Maybe a bit predictable and boring. But that’s what she needed—safety, stability, security. Not some guy who’d pin her against the wall in a heartbeat and have his wicked way with her.
Not that Mike had been after that exactly. He and Christopher had seen the door to her condo ajar and immediately rushed in, thinking she was somehow involved in the kidnapping. But as Mike had held her, she’d felt his thick arousal against her belly as her breasts pushed
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