Agent M4: Riordan Read Free Page B

gently lapping against the side. “ Riordan ?”
    He sprang from the water like a dolphin at play, his head popping up between her legs. Gasping, she shoved away from the pool, a foot braced on the concrete, her dress riding high on her thighs. His beautiful, pale eyes went from playful to dark as he placed the ring on the ground between her thighs - just inches from the crotch of her black thong.
    She didn’t move.
    Her mind swirled with images of him touching her there, slipping a finger under the lace. She could feel her body prepare for an invasion that could only take place in her mind. Yet, she did nothing to stop it.
    Her legs fell open further. His breath rushed through his nose. Their gazes held, his dark as sapphires, hers clouded with visions of his hand on her.
    Riordan’s gaze dropped to the hem of her dress. Her breath caught. Bracing both hands on the edge of the pool, he jumped out of the water, flinging heavy droplets over her.
    Natalie held up her hands to ward off the dousing. What was she doing? Hadn’t she learned anything with Paul?
    Heart pounding against her ribs, she snatched up the ring and shot to her feet. She grabbed her shoes.
    “Natalie.” He grabbed her arm with a wet hand.
    She flung it away.
    Rushing to the fitness room door, she had to find Mitchell. She couldn’t do this.
    “ Meeks .” Riordan came up behind her.
    Hurry, Natalie…
    She grabbed the door handle just as Mitchell shoved it open from the inside. He glanced at her with narrowed eyes before turning to Riordan who stood beside her.
    “I’m sorry, Mitchell, but you’ll have to get someone else.”
    Mitchell’s thunderous gaze shot to Riordan, who crossed his arms over his chest.
    “We’re up a creek then, Mitchell…” Riordan pointed at her with his thumb. “…because I’ll only work with her.”
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    “You’ve got a Wednesday morning appointment at Natalie Meeks’ San Diego office.”
    Foot propped on the nightstand, Riordan glanced over his shoulder as he shoved his blade inside his boot. Damn, he’d done it. Mitchell had actually gotten her to agree to see him after that nearly orgasmic exchange at the pool.
    He dropped his leg to the floor. Riordan didn’t know how it had happened but one minute they were tip-toeing around each other, the next, he’d found himself wishing her black thong was made of iron.
    Riordan flexed his hand. “I thought she refused to work with me.” Rolling up his jeans, he shoved them in the duffle bag.
    Mitchell leaned against Riordan’s bedroom doorframe, hands crossed over his chest. “She did. Care to tell me why?”
    “No.” He didn’t want anyone ruining his daydream. Natalie Meeks with her legs spread open before him and passion in her hazel eyes was a vision he never wanted to forget. A vision that had made for long showers over the last few days. A vision he’d give his magnetic hands to explore.
    “Getting involved with a Senator’s daughter is asking for trouble, Saint.”
    His gaze shot to Mitchell, who cocked a brow. Senator’s daughter? Hell, he should’ve known. Old politics were plastered all over her polish and proper etiquette. As for her improper etiquette, well, he’d like to know how deep it ran.
    “Involved?” Riordan stuffed in some t-shirts and zipped up his bag. “I thought you hired her to work with me.”
    Mitchell let out an impatient sigh. “Don’t play me, Saint. Your hard-on hit the door ten seconds before you did.”
    Riordan couldn’t help but grin. “Was that a compliment?”
    Lowering his arms, Mitchell blocked his exit. “Dammit, Saint. Her father can and will move mountains, whether they be Rocky, Altay or otherwise.”
    Instant anger flooded his body. If Mitchell implied that her father could send him back to the Altays, he’d have to do it over his dead body. No one would ever have control over him like that again. Ever.
    “Okay, fine.” He held up a hand to stop Mitchell’s tirade.
    “Whatever it takes to get