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And still he thought: More.

Even as she shuddered, he shoved her knees up and went deeper inside her. His vision blurred, but through the red haze of lust he could see her eyes. Deep, dark, glazed like glass to throw his own reflection back at him.

“I’m inside you.” He panted it out as he pushed them both to madness. “Everything I am. Body, heart, mind.”

She struggled through layers of pleasure to say the one thing he needed. Her hands wrapped around his wrists to hold the beat of his blood. “Let go. I’ll stay with you.”

He pressed his face to her hair, let both heart and mind go, and let body rule them both.

• • •

Eve wasn’t sure how much time had passed before her brain cleared enough to allow a clear thought through. But when she managed to remember her name, Roarke was still pinning her to the cushions. His heart continued to gallop against hers, but his body was very still.

She stroked her hand down his back, gave him an affectionate pat on the butt. “I think I’m probably going to need to breathe sometime within the next ten or fifteen minutes.”

He lifted his head, then considerately propped himself on his elbows. Her face was flushed, her lips slightly curved, her eyes half-closed. “You look pretty pleased with yourself.”

“Why shouldn’t I? I’m pretty pleased with you, too.”

He leaned down just enough to touch his lips to the dent in her chin. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for sex. We’re married.”

“Not for the sex, though that was worthy of a few cheers. For understanding me. For, let’s say, tending to me.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice on the other side of it.” She reached up, brushed the hair from his brow. “Feeling better?”

“Yes.” He shifted, and as he sat up drew her with him. “Let me just hold this for a minute,” he murmured, nuzzling her in his lap.

“Keep that up, we’ll end up horizontal and sweaty again.”

“Mmm. And it’s tempting.” The rage was still inside him, but chilled now. Calculated. “But there’s work. Do I have to argue with you, Lieutenant, about letting me work with you on this, and spoil the nice place we’re in?”

She said nothing a moment. “I don’t want you to. No, don’t start. Let me finish.” She turned her face into the curve of his throat. “The part that doesn’t want you to is personal. That part’s afraid for you, and worried about you. The professional part knows the more involved you are, the more help you can be, the quicker we close this thing. The personal side doesn’t have a chance against the cop and you pushing together.”

“Would it help if I tell you I’ll handle all this better if I’m involved in the work? It won’t eat at me in the same way.”

“Yeah.” She held on another moment, then drew back. “Yeah, I guess I know that, too. Let’s get a shower, some fuel, then I’ll lay out the ground rules.”

“I’ve never liked that phrase,” he said as she rose. “Ground rules.”

She let out a short laugh. “There’s something else I know.”

When they were dressed and sharing a meal of seafood pasta, she set out her stipulations.

“With Whitney’s approval, you’ll come onboard this investigation officially, as an expert consultant, civilian. With this appointment there are privileges and limitations, and a moderate fee.”

“How moderate?”

She speared a scallop with her fork. “Less,” she said as she popped it in her mouth, “then I imagine you paid for any one pair of your six hundred shoes. You will be issued ID—”

“A badge?”

She spared him a withering look. “Don’t be ridiculous. Standard photo and print ID. You will not be issued a weapon.”

“That’s all right. I’ve plenty of my own.”

“Shut up. You will be privy to data relating to this investigation at the discretion of the primary. That happens to be me.”

“Handy.”

“You will be expected to obey orders, or this appointment can and will be terminated. Again, at the discretion of the primary. We run this by the book.”

“I’ve always wondered. How many pages are in that book of yours?”

“And smart mouthing to the primary can result in disciplinary action.”

“Darling. You know how that excites me.”

She sneered,