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information on me. Someone who’s going to be sorry they ever heard of DRK Inc.
    Anyway, the name they gave him wasn’t the one he knew me by.”
    “How did Nina get involved?”
    “He questioned her, asking what she knew about our relationship.”
    “Which was virtually nothing,” Rachel pointed out.
    “Except to tell him it had been going on for quite a while.”
    Rachel pushed her hair back from her face. “How did he get her to make the phone calls?”
    “Simple.” Gabe made a disgusted sound. “He knew—or guessed—I’d be going home with you and was pissed when his team missed me. He got hold of Nina, did his imitation of the frantic boss and told her I was really some kind of criminal. If she could make sure we were still together and where, he’d be able to ‘rescue’ you from me.”
    “You know, he’s always resented his parents, felt he operated in their shadow. He wanted to make his own mark.”
    “Well, he’s certainly done it now,” Gabe said. “One of the things we learned is that he targeted major donors to the foundation, kidnapped them, insisted on secrecy or the hostage would be killed and collected millions in ransom. He was building his own private army.”
    Rachel frowned. “But to do what?”
    “Hire himself out to the highest bidder. It was all about the power.”
    Rachel pushed back her chair and stood up, stretching. “I feel as if I should call Sam and Loraine, only I don’t know what to say to them.”
    Gabe kneaded the nape of her neck with his fingers. “Tomorrow will be plenty of time for that. I think it’s time for us to go to bed.”
    “You must be exhausted,” she commented.
    He grinned. “Did I say anything about sleep?”
    * * * * *
    All the tension of the evening, all the emotional stress of the long hours, had every nerve in Rachel’s body wound tighter than wire on a spool. She was naked on the bed, fairly vibrating with the need for relief. Gabe was on his knees between her thighs, her legs spread wide, his big hands anchoring her arms in place. He was licking her breasts, swiping at the aching flesh with his tongue in a random pattern. Rachel only wanted him to take her nipples in his mouth and suck them, hard, until they felt like bursting.
    But he was teasing her, his tongue darting here, there, everywhere.
    Frustrated, she arched up to him, silently begging him to take the throbbing, hardened buds into the hot wetness of his mouth. The hard thickness of his cock bobbed against the soft flesh of her tummy, the hot shaft imprinting itself on her skin.
    She wanted to reach for it, take it in her hands but Gabe held her in place as he relentlessly attacked every sensitive area of her body.
    When he finally pulled one nipple into his mouth she moaned in pleasure, rocking her body from side-to-side with the limited motion he allowed her. Gently he bit the hardened tip, the grazing sensation of his teeth firing every tiny nerve in the ripened bud. As if a line ran directly from her nipples to her cunt, her inner walls fluttered in response to the attention to her breasts.
    Rachel bent her knees, her feet pressed flat to the mattress and tried to rub her body against Gabe’s but he allowed her minimal movement.
    “We have plenty of time, sweetheart,” he murmured against the swell of one breast.
    “This is a feast. I want to take my time digesting it.”
    But I want you right now. Right now!
    “Couldn’t we get to the slower part later?” she asked, breathless.
    He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin as he moved his mouth lower, tickling her bellybutton with the tip of his tongue before reaching the soft curls covering her mound. His hands still held her arms firmly in place, his legs spreading hers so she was open to his onslaught. When his tongue flicked through the curls to find the hot nub of her clit a high keening sound burst from her mouth.
    Gabe’s touch was so light. Too light. The whisper of his tongue over her skin was like the