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Wait…uh, right. He had not. But that hadn’t been why she was experiencing horror. “I’m on birth control. And you don’t have anything to worry about with me. Told you before, I’m very particular about my lovers.” She’d always had a lover use a condom in the past.
Why had she been so far gone with Ryan?
He stared at her with an unblinking gaze.
“Ryan?”
“I would love to have a baby with you.”
Okay, whoa. “That’s…a lot.”
He swallowed. “You don’t have anything to worry about with me. The CIA gets us checked out regularly, and you’re the only woman I’ve ever gone bare with in my life.”
Their gazes held. “I…” An exhale. “I was worried I’d hurt your wound.” When she’d been grabbing him so hard.
He smiled at her. With his thick dick inside of her—and with it growing bigger by the moment—Ryan said, “Fuck the wound.”
Simone grimaced. “No, that’s super unhygienic. I’d rather fuck you.”
He laughed. The sound was deep and rumbling and sexy. He kissed her and carried her to the bed.
And he fucked her.
She fucked him.
No…no…
It didn’t feel like fucking.
The kisses were slower. Their touches more careful. The strokes lingered. Their bodies came together with arches and shudders, and their gazes held and it felt like…
It felt like making love.
Even as the next orgasm hit her, so did a deep, earth-shattering understanding. I’ve fallen in love with my spy.
Chapter Twenty-One
“What’s the endgame?” Simone asked softly.
She was beside him in bed, her body curled against his, while his hand stroked along the graceful line of her back.
The endgame. “Catch the bad guys. Lock them away.” Marry you. Spend the rest of my life watching your smile and falling in love with you again every single time that it flashes.
“What’s Konstantin done that made him get so much focus from the CIA and MI6?”
His head turned toward her. It was dark in his bedroom, but his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. “Terrorism. Human trafficking. Worldwide weapons distribution. Right now, he’s getting involved in drugs. That’s why he’s working with Frederick. He wants to use the old textile business and distribution sites as a cover. There is no new surveillance company in the works—that was a lie. The whole setup is designed to get Konstantin’s drug shipped to as many locations as possible.” Konstantin’s new drug had raised plenty of alarms. “His drug is a real nasty new addiction that will either kill you on the first hit or have you hooked for the rest of your days.” Hooked and willing to do anything in order to get the next rush.
He heard her sharp inhale. “Sounds like a real charmer.”
“He’s normally insulated. The chip was his mistake. Years ago, he stole the Fabergé egg from a museum because he wanted to send a fuck-you to certain individuals in Russia.”
“Konstantin does seem like a fuck-you type of guy. But I have to say, hiding the chip in the Fabergé egg feels over the top.”
“Who would ever think to look inside for it?” Ryan asked. “Most people would only focus on the egg itself. The chip contains all kinds of details about Konstantin’s criminal enterprises and his international ties. The egg and the chip weren’t going to be in Frederick’s gallery for long. He was supposed to transfer the chip, and after the transfer was complete, he could keep the egg.”
“Services rendered. Down payment. Whatever you want to call it,” Simone concluded.
“Yes. But I made the interception in time to stop the big delivery from happening.”
