I PULL Tom’s clothes off the second we get in the motel room. His growl is pure animal. He yanks my shirt off, pulls down the straps of my bra, and tosses the contents of my father’s file onto the floor. As much as I want to read it, my blood is humming with need. Here. Safe. Tom.Judging by the hard cock poking me the stomach, Tom feels the same way. My lips lock onto his as he walks me backward toward the bed, a low rumble coming from his chest the whole time.I work the button on his pants while he unbuttons his shirt and shucks it.“Clothes off,” he orders as if I’m not working on it. “I need you naked.Now.” I love the urgent command of his tone.In a flash, I’m stripped and on my back, legs spread wide. Tom drops to his knees on the floor and pulls my wet pussy against his mouth.“Do you need me to kiss you here, Jasmine?”I weave my fingers into his hair. “Yes. God, ye

TOM DRIVES to the National Mall where we walk the moonlit expanse of pathways and grass in front of the Smithsonian Museums.You would think after wolfing down three hamburgers he’d be moving slow, but it’s like he still has energy to burn. I wonder how fast a field agent’s metabolism runs. Twice the normal person’s? Three times?Getting to know Tom Dune as a man, not just a super agent is just as thrilling as watching him in super agent action. Every minute I spend with him deepens my interest, increases my desire.As terrifying as this whole adventure is, I don’t want it to end.Because I know when it does, Dune and I will have to part ways.Of course, I don’t even know if going back to our old jobs, our old lives is a possibility. Have we both gone too far off the rails to be allowed back in?Tom interlaces his fingers between mine like we’re a couple—boyfriend-girlfriend. I like it way too much.

“IS THIS A BAD IDEA?” I ask Tom for the fifth time since I called Senator Flack on a new burner phone to set up the lunch date.“I’ll have eyes and ears on you at all times. Nothing’s going to happen.” Tom straightens the collar of my blouse where the tiny receiver is clipped. The other piece is in my ear, but it’s so small, no one would notice even if my hair wasn’t covering it.Oh Lordy, I am never going to pull this off. I am not field agent material that’s for sure.“I could be wanted by the LIL by now. We both could. What if he knows that, and someone’s there to arrest me?”“You already checked the database. Absolutely nothing has been filed about either one of us. Which further confirms there’s something fishy to this case.”“How do you mean?”“I mean, if this were a simple case of you disobeying orders and refusing to call in, it wo

IT’S LATE. I pace up and down the length of the cabin as Jasmine’s fingers fly on the keys. She’s hacking back into the LIL, searching for anything we can find on who’s behind American Trade Assets, the political action group that appeared on Director Scape’s bank deposits.My thoughts, normally so ordered and neat, are a jumbled mess. I’m sweating, practically feverish as if the moonlight is stronger than the sun, and it’s burning me through the thin curtain hung over the rustic cabin window.I need Jasmine so bad, I’m sick. Nausea quakes in my belly, my fingernails dig into my skin. Not even the desire to shift and run can tear me from her side even as it kills me to be close to her. The muscles in my arms and legs begin shaking. Okay. I need to get out of here.“I’m going for a run.”Jasmine’s fingers stop moving, and she turns. Whatever she sees in my face makes her draw back. She stand

I CRANE my head to watch the lights of the cop cars recede behind us. Tom drives like a madman, guiding the bike down narrow trashcan-lined alleyways. We don’t stop until we’re on a street lined with respectable brick townhouses.“Think we lost them?”Tom shrugs. The wariness hasn’t left his shoulders. With everything that’s happened, I’m running out of shock, but the sight of him lifting the bike like it was a toy is forever burned into my brain.I guess these super spies eat their Wheaties.“Why are the cops looking for us?”“Someone put a bulletin out. I’m burned, you’re probably wanted as an accomplice.”I let my head sag against his shoulder. He reaches back and squeezes my knee.“Let’s get to the safehouse. Then we can work on clearing you and your father’s name.”And figure out who sent men to grab me. I can’t even deal wi