Page 70 of Before and After

Hugh nodded. “But he threatened her. She asked him about the woman who’d been drugged in the Bluff Bar. He accused her of poking around.”

Fuck. “Thanks, Hugh. I’ll check on Allie. I want you and Gretchen to follow these guys. Be discreet. They have a stash of drugs somewhere and it isn’t in their hotel room.”

“You got it.”

“Hugh, don’t let them see you.”

The tall man nodded and strode back into the conference room.

Ahead of me, Allie turned the corner. She was in her civilian clothes—fitted, well-worn jeans, and a gray sweater that made her eyes look silver. My cock twitched against the zipper of my pants.

“Hey.” She smiled. “I heard you had meetings?—”

I grabbed her hand, opened the nearest door—to a supply closet—and shoved her inside. I shut the door behind us.

Then I kissed her.

She made a hungry sound, her arms flinging around my neck. Denim-clad legs wrapped around me, and I cupped her ass.

We were both breathing heavily.

“This is one time I appreciate you being a man of few words,” she panted. “I’ve discovered I prefer a man of action.”

She was okay. Something inside me eased. She was unhurt, smiling, and in my arms. “Blake Moreland threatened you.”

A look crossed her face. “How did you—?” Then she nodded. “The bug. I forgot. I was going to tell you.”

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Totally fine.”

I kept watching her. She didn’t seem upset or afraid.

“He was an asshole, but I already knew that.” She pressed her hand to my cheek. “So, about being a man of action…you have any more for me?”

I couldn’t stop my smile. My gaze dropped to her mouth.

“You have a sexy smile, Broody.”

“Be quiet.” I nuzzled her neck. “Apart from the ESG, how was your shift?”

“Better now.”

I set her down, then stroked her cheekbone.

“It started well. I won’t lie, I was still riding post-orgasmic goodness this morning.”

Fuck. I liked knowing how much she liked what I did to her. I let my lips trace over the shell of her ear. “I fucked my hand in the shower last night afterward. I came hard.”

She gripped my shirt and her lips parted. “I would’ve liked to have seen that.” She tilted her head back. “You fixed my car.” Her voice was low and husky.

“Yes.” No way I was letting her run to work again.

“That’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever done for me.”

Damn. My gut was tight, my cock hard.

“And you left me more chocolate.”