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is more than sex, Kat. Look and you ll see.
She was mesmerized by the heat dancing in that thick chocolate, unable to tear her
eyes away no matter what as he pounded into her with steady strokes. Balancing
himself with one hand, he moved the other to her clit, stroking stroking, stroking,
bringing her up the mountain with him.
 Now, he said as his body tightened and muscles corded in his neck.  Now, Kat.
He pinched her clit, hard, and took them both over the edge into a black velvet
whirlpool.
Mike gently eased her legs down from his shoulders and rolled to the side, taking
her with him, his cock still lodged tightly inside her. She wasn t sure whose heartbeat
she felt pounding against her ribs, his or hers, or whose breathing was the most ragged.
Sweat covered their skin and glued them together but she didn t care. All the anger, all
the resentment had disappeared like so much smoke. This was where she belonged. She
knew it.
36
F-Stop
After a long time he withdrew from her, disposed of the condom and pulled her
body back against him, spoon fashion. He tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her
cheek.
 This is the way it should be, kitten.
There it was, the old-fashioned nickname. Term of endearment. Kat. Kitten. He d
blurted it out one night in the midst of a particularly sharp exchange. Mike had half-
smiled and said,  My, my, the kitten has claws. Who d have known? The name had
become more affectionate than contrary and just seemed to stick. Now it made her feel
as if she d come home.
 Yes, it is, she murmured before drifting off to sleep, her body well satisfied.
37
Desiree Holt
Chapter Four
The man sometimes known as Rip stood in his office looking out at interstate traffic
passing not a hundred yards from his building. It was late and the roadway was a blur
of headlights cutting into the night. Ants, he thought, moving in armies, rushing from
place to place with no other purpose in life than to survive. Well, wasn t that what he
was doing? Something to survive?
 Yes, I m here, he said into his cell phone.  Remember. Make sure they aren t
harmed in any way.
 We will handle them with kid gloves, the man on the other end of the
conversation told him.  Royalty wouldn t be treated any better.
 Cut it out, Nando. The man s arrogance irritated him beyond belief.  I know how
the great cartel lord Victor Herrera treats his guests. And you take great pleasure in
carrying out his unpleasant orders. I want these people returned in one piece. Hurting
them isn t part of the bargain.
Nando Aguilar s low chuckle sent chills skittering along Rip s spine.  But it is
ultimately my bargain, is it not? I m solving a problem for you, si?
 You know how I got into this, Rip spat at him.
 Nevertheless, a successful conclusion to the problem will benefit us both.
 And get you off my back once and for all.
The chuckle resonated again through the connection.  Only if you are able to
control your hungry habits, mi amigo.
 I m not your friend. Rip began pacing back and forth, jingling the change in his
pocket.  Once this is finished, so are we.
 We shall see. Yes, indeed, we shall see. His tone changed abruptly.  As soon as
we have them in place, I ll make the video and send it as we agreed. Be sure to contact
the others when you receive it. Then move forward with the next step. Are you ready
for your part?
 Don t worry about me. I m all set.
 See that you are.
The connection was broken abruptly. Rip snapped the cell phone shut and shoved it
into his pocket, swearing under his breath. If he could just get out of this with
everyone s skin intact, he d never, ever, make the same mistakes again.
* * * * *
38
F-Stop
Kat awoke before dawn, gray light filtering in through the slits in the blinds. The
first thing she noticed was an unusual soreness in many places in her body. The second
was the warm man lying curled up next to her, one leg thrown over hers, one muscular
arm draped around her waist. And pleasure suffused her as she remembered every
detail of the night before. No way could she deny how good it was to have Mike
D Antoni back in her bed. Or how wonderful the whole night had been. He d woken
her twice to make love again and each time was better than the time before.
But through the haze of erotic pleasure one thought pierced her brain.
No word from Mari.
This was not right. They should be in Hawaii by now. Long before this. Mari should
have called. Her internal sensors told her something was wrong.
Slipping out of Mike s grasp and out of bed as silently as she could, she found her
sleep shirt and tugged it on, picked up her cell phone and made her way into the
kitchen. But when she checked her voice mail there were no message. Not one.
Why oh why didn t I get a number from her where they d be staying? She said it was a
client s house. Someone named Rand Prescott, I think. Yes, I m sure that s what she said. I
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