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She jerked, her breathy moans rushing through his veins like a drug-induced high.
He went to work with his tongue and added a finger, then two. Pumping in and out. Hard and fast. Driving her to the peak. Feeling her body tighten around him, he used his shoulders to hold her open when she tried to evade the intensity of sensation.
Remember me. Remember us.
She came with a wail, her body arching. Her inner walls gripped and released his fingers. Her clit throbbed beneath his tongue.
His hips jerked in a synergistic rhythm, and it was all he could do to keep from coming in his briefs. He took a hand from her hips to reach for the wallet in his back pocket and the condom he kept there, desperate to be inside her.
A chime sounded in his head.
No. Not in his head.
At Nathalie’s front door.
Reality crashed into Ryder with the speed of a freight train. He was supposed to be keeping his client safe, not fucking her.
That knowledge didn’t stop him from wanting to punch the arsehole ringing the doorbell. “Are you expecting anyone?”
“What?” Nathalie propped herself up on her elbows and blinked, her desire-drugged eyes clearing as confusion crept into their brown depths. “No.”
The doorbell chimed a second time.
“Stay here.” Ryder told his randy dick to stand down as he grabbed his Glock and strode down the hall to peer through the front door’s peephole.
Lucas Caldwell. Fuck.
A view of the FBI assistant director on the other side was enough to kill his erection.
Ryder waited a few seconds to give Nathalie time to get dressed, so he didn’t find himself on the wrong end of Caldwell’s concealed weapon. He unlocked the deadbolt and swung open the door. “Lucas.”
Nathalie’s godfather swept past him into the house. “Lachlan called me. Told me everything that’s been going on.”
“Hi, Lucas.” The copper staining Nathalie’s cheeks was the only evidence that Lucas had interrupted them on the verge of having sex.
“Why didn’t you call me? I can get you FBI protection.”
Ryder’s jaw clenched. “She has protection. Protection you recommended. That’s why I’m here.”
Lucas’s head whipped around to spear Ryder with a narrow-eyed stare that would intimidate most men.
But Ryder wasn’t most men. Caldwell wasn’t shoving him aside and bringing in a bunch of federal agents to keep Nathalie safe.
He’d keep Nathalie safe. Were the agents willing to die for her? Because he was.
He blinked.
Bloody hell.
He was a glutton for punishment.
No.That wasn’t it. He had to be ready to die for any client. It was part of the job.
“I’ve got the power of a federal agency behind me,” Lucas snapped.
“I don’t need an entire federal agency behind me.” Nathalie ran her arm over Lucas’s sleeve. “You recommended Dìleas. Let them do their job.”
She’s choosing me.