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The rational thing would be to rush to a bedroom or take this somewhere else. But Melody didn't want to wait a moment longer.Her normally restrained man answered her request with a kiss. Grant's hands kneaded her ass, moving her over him. She groaned against his mouth. Her breasts ached, her body hummed with arousal and need made her desperate.Melody managed to get a hand between them and hooked her thumb in the waistband of the ridiculous swim trunks he was wearing. The one nice thing was that they made accessing easy. She was able to get her hand inside his clothes and fist his cock with no belts, buttons or zippers. Maybe the trunks weren't such a bad idea.It was Grant's turn to groan.She loved that sound. It was honest, full of want and when she heard it she knew he was going to pounce.Sure enough, Melody's back hit the cushions a moment later. Grant pinned her to the sofa with his hips, his cock still in her hand."Slight problem with this plan." He lowered until

Friday. Ibiza Town, Ibiza.MELODY WASN'T A FAN of wigs. At best they were itchy and hot, especially with her long hair to contend with. She liked wearing one even less in the tropical heat. But necessity dictated that her appearance needed to be as far from what was expected as possible. So she'd donned the blonde wig with its chunky bangs, sunglasses and too bright lipstick.Spy craft wasn't something she'd learned much about as a cop. Her specialty was in hostage negotiations. Once she'd achieved that level her time as a beat cop was over. But spy craft was a large part of their job and it was of the areas she was most intrigued by. Given that one of their chief operations officers was a former Mossad spy, Melody knew she was learning from the best. One of the rules she'd been taught was that the goal was never to just change clothes. If she went from wearing a dress to jeans and a T-shirt, she still looked like herself. The challenge was in changing roles. Shape. Take the exp

Friday. Ibiza Town, Ibiza.MELODY STARED DOWN AT their hostages. The first poor soul who'd been stupid enough to follow her. She'd walked straight up to the guy, flirted, touched his arm and the man had gone with her.Grant had come out of nowhere and clocked the hell out of the guy so hard she'd thought he was dead.Their second hostage hadn't gone down as easy. He'd seen where his friend had gone, followed and though Melody and Grant thought they were ready for him, they hadn't been. They'd taken a bit of a beating before getting the best of the guy.The third they'd grabbed on his way back to the house, catching him completely unaware.They all had those pills on them."I can't understand what they're saying." She held out the hand-held radio to Grant.He shook his head. "I'm not going to understand either.""Is this enough?" She glanced at their prisoners sitting bound on the garage floor of the vacation house. It was hard to gauge the worth of a man she didn't k

Friday. Ibiza International Airport.MELODY SHUFFLED FORWARD IN the security line and tried to not stare at Vaughn leaning on the security agent's desk while his passport and boarding pass were examined. Riley and Nolan had cleared without incident. She'd looked at the documents herself, and while they appeared like a normal passport, the devil was in the details.The pictures weren't clear enough.There was some smudging on the print from the rush forgery job.And the leather cover was a slightly darker blue than it should be.The woman handling Vaughn threw her head back and laughed at whatever it was he said.Melody blew out a breath and glanced at Brenden in the other line going through the metal detector.Their people were one step closer to escaping this island.Grant was behind her and would bring up the rear in case anything happened.Vaughn wavered on his feet as he straightened. His new girlfriend, Carla, was going to demand answers. Melody wasn't sure wh

Grant continued to stare at her. If he asked, if he begged, would she let him stay?Melody tipped her chin up and looked at him, her eyes shining in the bright lights. "I just want to sleep, Grant. It's notme saying we're over, it's me saying I'm tired and I'd like some space. Okay?"He nodded, and though he believed her, his instincts said to stick close.Melody took a step, went up on tip-toe with her hands braced on his shoulders and gently kissed his lips. Before he could reach for her, she backed away.He grit his teeth, both frustrated and hopeful all at once."Good night," she said."Night, Button. Sleep tight."Her eyes narrowed.Yeah, so maybe he was using the name more often. So what? He was going to remind her at every turn what they were to each other, how much she mattered. At least she was telling him what she wanted. That was some kind of start.Grant let himself out of Melody's room and shut the door behind him. The main space of the flat was empty and