Page 63 of Fatal Vision

After a moment of an internal red-hot argument with herself, Shelby pulled out the USB from her pocket and inserted it into the side. Then she took a deep breath, typed in her own passcode, and started downloading the file.

“I got it,” Colton said, dragging out a blue folder from the cabinet. “Case 17.5ACX.”

Yes! “I’m almost done here. Another minute and—”

A loud squeak echoed through the room making her flinch.

The doorknob turned. Someone was coming in.

FUCK A DUCK.

Colton shoved the case file into the backpack on Shelby’s wheelchair, lunged for her, snatched her out of the office chair and laid her across the desk. His lips caught her gasp as he lowered her down, kissing her hard just as the door to the office swung open.

The gasp turned to a sigh as she melted under him, her heart banging against his chest as he lip-locked her with all the pent up longing he’d been bottling up for eighteen long months.

She parted her lips even more, her tongue getting in the game. One hand tangled in his hair, tugging on it; the other kneaded his neck, pulling him closer.

Goddamn, he wanted this woman, and he would take her any way he could get her.

Even if it was in front of the entire office staff.

He gripped her hips through her jeans, felt the sweet sensation of her spreading her legs so he could slide even closer…

A loud cough cut through the roar between his ears.

Colton ignored it.

Go the fuck away.

And then, “Did you find what you were looking for, Agent Claiborne?”

Shelby broke the kiss, staring into Colton’s eyes, teeth biting her bottom lip. “I think I found something better.”

Colton smirked, then against the wishes of his lower anatomy, lifted himself off her, making sure to shift a piece of paper over to cover the USB stuck in the side of the computer. Shelby had somehow managed to put the screen to sleep, but the USB light was flashing on and off. Nothing like signaling the enemy.

“We got a little sidetracked,” he said to that bastard Ingram as he helped Shelby off the desk. Had Shelby been right? Had the ASAC seen her log into the system? “Honey, did you check the bottom drawer?”

Shelby looked properly embarrassed but he saw the grin teasing the side of her mouth as she sat in the chair and yanked out the drawer. “No, I hadn’t gotten to that one yet.”

Ingram’s cheeks sucked in for a moment, then blew out. The guy was positively puffing from his anger. “I’m afraid I have to head up to Tulsa. Thought I’d walk you out.”

Wait, hadn’t he seen Shelby log into the system? Wasn’t he going to bust them?

Colton moved away from the desk, drawing the man’s attention. No sense looking a gift horse—or agent in this case—in the mouth. “Sure thing. We’ll catch up with you at the front door.”

That’s when he saw it in his peripheral vision…the metal lock sticking out of the file cabinet.

Shit.

Shelby made a big deal of shuffling through the contents of her desk drawer. Out came a coffee mug, bag of Twix candy bars, makeup bag, deodorant, and a hairbrush. The items scattered across the top of the desk.

Ingram crossed his arms over his chest.

Colton leaned his shoulder against the cabinet, nailing the lock and covering the soft click with a loud cough.

Shelby, smiling but looking slightly distracted, shuffled through another drawer. “You know, I’d swear it was here, but I don’t see it.”

“What exactly isit?” Ingram asked.