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toward
the exit at the side, leaving the guards behind. Ahead of them was another door
with someone standing guard. He took her through it, no need to show the band
around her wrist, and straight on, along a maze of hallways, some broad, with
closed doors lining them, some narrow. Eventually they entered one with doors
on either side and he grabbed a keycard from his jeans pocket, swiped it down
the slot and pushed it open, dragging her inside. Not unwillingly.
    No sooner had the door closed than he had her against it,
his big body swamping her, his mouth on hers, feasting as if they’d spent weeks
apart. When he unfastened the buttons on her shirt, she realized his hands were
shaking.
    “What about the press conference?” she asked when he’d
finally moved back to strip her.
    He looked at her so she could see his words. “They can wait.
I can’t.”
    Hooking her arm around his neck, she dragged him back for
another desperate kiss. Their tongues met and stroked, demanding attention, and
he found the button to her jeans. He had her unfastened in an instant and his
big hands, so recently on the drumsticks, were on her now, his finger inside
her. He pushed two fingers inside, but she was already soaked, so there was no
impediment to his insistent strokes.
    When he finished their second kiss, she tried to pull him
back, but he shook his head and pushed at her jeans until he went down on one
knee and dragged them off, together with her panties. Wide-legged jeans, so
they went over her sneakers, which he didn’t bother to undo. For a moment, she
thought he meant to suck her clit again, and pushed her groin forward to make
it easy for him. But with a groan he straightened, his hand going to the
fastening of his own jeans. “No time,” he said. “Later.”
    She didn’t know where the condom had come from and she
didn’t care. She wanted this gorgeous, sexy man and with every throb of his
drums tonight, she’d wanted him more. It was if he’d driven a path right inside
her, and her body pulsed with wanting him. If he stopped now, she’d die. Either
that or kill him.
    But he didn’t stop. After sheathing himself one-handed, he
came back for another kiss. Sabina couldn’t wait another minute but lifted her
legs and wound them around his waist, bringing her pussy into close proximity
to his cock. Enough for him to grasp her waist and push her down, impaling her
in one long stroke.
    He took her without mercy, but she didn’t need mercy. Only
this, his cock driving deep inside her with fast, insistent thrusts, the
primitive simplicity of their joining a turn-on like no other man had ever
done. Or ever would.
    Crying out, she clutched a handful of his hair. He said
something but she couldn’t make out what. She was too busy kissing his
forehead, his jaw, anywhere she could fucking reach, nipping at him until he
cried out, his breath hot against her skin.
    The door gave, probably rattling with every stroke. She
didn’t give a fuck, as long as he didn’t stop. Heat rose inside her with the
inevitability of nature, tingles sent every hair on her body insane, even the
incipient ones on her naked pussy. He sent shocks along her neural pathways
until her body became one twisted flash of need and then—fulfillment.
    He gripped her tight as she felt the pulses when he gave up
the fight, sending his essence out of his body.
    “Fuck,” she said, lifting her hand to run it through her
hair, making sure the top of her head was still attached.
    “Yeah.” He panted heavily, fresh sweat bedewing his body.
“Shower, but we’ve got to be fast.”
    He got them in the shower, tight against each other in the
small space in double-quick time.
    “I want the operation,” she said suddenly.

Chapter Six
     
    Hunter stared at her in silence for a full minute. Only when
the shower abruptly turned cold did he move. On Sabina’s shocked squeal, he
scooped her up and exited the cubicle, grabbing the nearest towel to tuck
around her.