It was one o'clock in the morning before everything had been wrapped up. Jimmy was taken away by two agents who'd helicoptered in from the San Antonio office.The car with Jimmy's friends was long gone but Dean Barton, who'd flown in with the agents, assured everyone when they swept up the pieces of Virgil's organization they'd no doubt catch him in the net. At last he stood on the back porch shaking hands with Gus."I can't tell you how sorry I am you had to go through this," he said, not for the first time. "I should have been smart enough to see what was happening. Or to put someone else on the case when we couldn't find where all Virgil Branson's support was coming from.""Spilt milk," Gus told his boss. "No one could have seen it.""We got into all his personal files and discovered a bunch of properties he owns, around here as well as in other states. I'm running a coordinated effort to hit them all at once I'm sure we'll find Virgil in one of them and that will be the end of hi
PART TWO: Dancing with DangerThe party had been going on far too long. It was a weeknight so dinner had been scheduled for six o'clock. The hosts had spoken and made their plea, things should be wrapping up now. The room should have been at least half empty. But it seemed no one was the least bit interested in leaving. The din of conversation competed with the sound of the orchestra, which segued from one rhythmic tune to another and people continued to jam the dance floor as well as both bars.Standing quietly in one corner, Rachel Winters looked glanced over the room. She couldn't quite conceal a smile of satisfaction. Another successful fundraiser for The Harris Foundation. Despite tough economic times, the people who had the money couldn't seem to give it fast enough to Sam and Loraine Harris, people with old money and a very old social position. People everyone wanted to curry favor with.Now the Harrises were mingling with their guests, discreetly collecting checks, their bod
She shook herself from her reverie to find Lincoln Harris standing in front of her with an expectant smile. Dancing with him was last on her list of things she wanted to do. Just being with him gave her a headache. She didn't like the man. The fact that he was handsome in a classical sense and kept himself in top condition didn't offset his personality. He was egotistical, self-involved and arrogant.Unfortunately he was also the heir to the family fortune, CEO of Harris Industries since his father's semiretirement and president of the foundation board. He wasn't someone she could easily brush aside. Or god forbid, offend in any way. Any imagined slight on her part could make her life very difficult. Board meetings that he ran gave her fits but she'd learned long ago how to deal with the Lincoln Harrises of the world. She just wished Sam and Loraine weren't quite so blind to him.Rachel rubbed her forehead. Tonight for some reason she was edgy and Lincoln Harris wasn't a recipe for c
They continued to move in time to the music, Gabe's pelvis grinding against hers, the sleek muscles of his thighs flexing with each step. One hand drifted down to cup the cheeks of her ass, pressing the light fabric of her dress into the cleft."People can see us." Rachel tried to reach back and rearrange the dress but he grabbed her hand and pulled it against him, trapping it between their bodies."They're all too busy being seen by other people." He bent his head so his mouth was close to her ear. "I love your ass. Do you remember the first time I fucked you there, Rachel? How hot it made you feel? How you loved my cock filling your hole? How hard you came?"If he didn't stop talking to her she would implode right there on the dance floor. Already she could feel her cream soaking the crotch of her thong and pantyhose and sticking to the insides of her thighs. The moistened fabric rubbed against her skin as she moved in the steps of the dance. Rather than causing a feeling of irrit
Rachel smoothed her hand over her hair, tucking the honeyed strands that had come loose back into place, wishing she had her purse so she could at least replenish her lipstick. Oh, well, they'd just have to accept her the way she was. Checking her dress one last time, she headed toward the entrance to the ballroom. At the French doors she caught the attention of her assistant, Nina Chan, who was lurking in a corner keeping an eye on the crowd.Nina had worked for her for more than a year. She was efficient and dedicated, even if at times just a little too earnest for Rachel's comfort zone. She'd also seen her eyeing Lincoln Harris and had to bite her tongue to warn the woman not to play with snakes.But she was very good at what she did and Rachel felt comfortable leaving her to finish out the evening on her own. She caught Nina's eye and beckoned to her. The woman hurried over to where Rachel was standing just inside the open doors."Are you all right?" There was concern in Nina's
Rachel was lying stretched out on the cool cotton sheets of her bed. Both she and Gabe were fresh from the shower and smelling of the vanilla-scented shower gel she used. Gabe was kneeling between her outspread thighs, hands pressing her hips into the mattress. He moved his mouth over the insides of her thighs with light butterfly kisses while his big hands stroked over her cunt."So beautiful," his whispered. "So gorgeous. I dream about your pussy all the time, Rachel. How it looks. How it tastes. How it feels when it grips my cock like a hot, wet fist."A tiny thrilled raced through her body. He actually thought about her when they were apart. How many times she'd wondered about that. If she could ever get her brain working again, maybe tonight she would have the courage to insist he talk to her, tell her who he really was. Explain why they had such a strange relationship."I can't ever seem to get your taste out of my mind." He leaned forward and licked the length of her slit, th
He bent his head and pulled one nipple into his mouth, closing his lips around it and sucking on it. She reached up her fingers and threaded them through the silky strands of his still-damp, jet black hair, arching her body up to him. His thick cock jutted from its nest of curls, the head of it kissing her tummy, brushing against her sensitized skin with the sway of his body.When he pulled back from her, the nipple popping from his mouth, she felt the loss of contact. But in the next moment he moved to straddle her, his hands pushing her breasts together, his cock resting in the cleft he created."I'm going to fuck your breasts," he told her. "Reach your hand down between my legs and cup my balls. Let me feel those soft little fingers on me."She slipped her hand between them until she reached the heavy sac, cupping it in her palm and manipulating it with her fingers. Gabe sucked in his breath and briefly closed his eyes."Jesus, Rachel. Your touch makes me ready to go off like a
Rachel had been too terrified to say a word from the moment Gabe pushed her into the SUV until they reached their destination. She had never seen Gabe as cold and hard as he was right now. In the back seat of the SUV she managed to pull on her shoes and tie the laces, then make sure her clothing looked at least semi-presentable. Thankful that she'd taken a second to dump the contents of last night's dainty purse into her big one, she dug out a Scrunchie and a brush and did the best she could to pull her hair into a ponytail.She wondered what the driver thought when they'd come flying onto the street, Gabe with his shirt still unbuttoned and his jacket and shoes in his hands. Gabe's scent was still all over her. Him too, she thought. Certainly the driver couldn't miss the aroma of sex. Wherever they ended up she hoped she got to take a shower.Gabe and the driver conversed in low tones and Gabe made two very brief phone calls. Then he shifted in his seat and turned to look at her."