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A week later. Westchester Airport. New York City, New York PIERS KILLAM GUNNED THE engine. The car vibrated with the power coursing through the body. The wind whipped his hair back as he pushed the speed limit.These were his last moments of freedom.Another damn job.He should have said no. He'd intended to say no, but his curiosity always got him in trouble. He had to actually listen to the job pitch. Why couldn't he just stick to his guns?After the hell he'd been through, he deserved a break.What idiot thought it was a good idea to send a woman undercover into a fucking harem? Didn't they know what that meant? What happened? What those women went through?A throbbing started up at his temple. Killam eased off the accelerator and took a deep breath.If he had his way, he'd figure out which of the women was the undercover agent today and haul her ass out before they even got on the plane. Lots of girls got cold feet before the plane took off and they were committ

Friday. Jabir al Saud's Home. New York City, New York.IVY ASHLEY ENTERED THE sprawling mansion through a side entrance into some sort of grand ballroom space. She refused to look over her shoulder. He was still watching her. She could feel the weight of his gaze.She needed a drink. Badly.It had taken an iron will to keep her face clear of thoughts or emotion when she'd seen him for the first time.His picture made him look fairly attractive. It hadn't prepared her for the sense of being around him.Piers Killam oozed a masculine aura. She didn't doubt he was dangerous and capable. It was her siren's song. The deadly combination that was her weakness.She sidestepped and leaned against the wall just inside the doors."Get your head in the game," she muttered and forced herself to put the car boy out of her mind.The room was set up like a club with tall tables that were blue one moment then green the next. A bar was at one end of the room and a pair of double doors

Friday. Jamestown Apartments. New York City, New York.IT DIDN'T TAKE MUCH effort for Killam to get his hands on Ivy Ashley's application from the scouting agency. Given how much Jabby paid the women, they were rather free with what they knew about the applicants. And considering how many people were involved in the selection process, there'd been no fewer than six tablets circulating with all the details. From bra size to home address, it was all there.All Killam had to do was pick one up off a table when no one was looking and snap a picture.Zora Clark hadn't seen fit to tell Killam anything about the agent he'd be supporting in an effort to protect her. No amount of arguing with the stubborn woman could dissuade her from believing she knew best.That was the problem with these paper pushers. They just didn't understand what it was like to be out there in deep cover. And that was for a fairly normal gig, like infiltrating a group. What they were asking this woman to do w

Saturday. Private Plane.THERE WAS NO TURNING back.This wasn't exactly news to Ivy.They'd been in the air for close to three hours. She'd barely slept between nursing the soreness that came from having everything on her body waxed to packing and her unexpected visit from Killam.What the hell had the man been thinking to drop in like that? And why did he seem to get under her skin by simply breathing?No matter. It didn't appear as though Jabir had his new girls on surveillance, so she was safe. Explaining Killam's visit would have been damn hard. And yet, she was glad they'd had the chance to talk. He was still every bit the lone wolf she'd pegged him as, but he did seem to have a soul in there. She'd been caught off-guard by his attempt to talk her out of this gig. She couldn't decide if she was irritated or touched by his attempt at chivalry. Or whatever it was.Too bad she was determined to get a win on this. After getting fired for doing her job, she couldn't just

Saturday. Private Plane.KILLAM TASTED CHERRIES. SHE smelled like cherries, too.Ivy rocked into him, trapping his dick between their bodies. It was torture of the best kind. He had his hand in her hair now and his other gripping the outside of her knee. Her skin was so damn smooth.Someone did an ear-splitting wolf whistle and reality came crashing back all around him.The plane.Jabby.Why they were here.Fuck.Killam used his anchoring hold on Ivy's hair to pull her back a bit. Her eyes were shut, lips parted, chest heaving. For a moment they stared at each other, lust wrapped around them, creating a cocoon.He still saw Jabby out of the corner of his eye wagging a finger at them, a wide grin spread across his face. "Breaking in my new toy?"Killam tamped down on his anger before it could flare. Women really were just another possession for Jabby. It made Killam sick. Ivy was more than a toy. She'd shown him that.He had to say something. Glaring at the man,