Kenton stashed weapons in various parts of the house, including the closet, and had shown Egypt where to find them. One thing about her past that had benefited her, she knew how to protect herself, and she wasn’t afraid of guns. He’d have to thank Nelson. The man had taught her well.
Still standing in the doorway, Kenton couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Her locks were piled on top of her head with a few tendrils falling free. Her attractive face, with eyebrows dipped into a frown, was free of makeup, and there was fearlessness in her eyes. The sight of her was indeed a turn on. However, this wasn’t the time for sexual energy to charge through his body, but damn if she didn’t look like a total badass. And he wanted to lay her on top of the island and ravish her body.
Later. I’ll do that later.
“What set off the alarm?” Egypt asked, her voice still thick with sleep. She returned the gun to the safe located under his row of suits.
“My sister. She stays here sometimes when she’s not in school, and I had changed the code without telling her.” Kenton stored his Glock back in the top drawer of the nightstand and slipped into a T-shirt. “Come downstairs and say hi.”
Egypt glanced at the T-shirt that went down to her knees. “Let me shower and get cleaned up first.”
“Not necessary. Just grab a robe. It’ll only take a minute.” He gave her a quick kiss. “Besides, a shower now will be a waste of time since I plan to get you dirty again.”
Kenton stuck his feet into a pair of house slippers, while Egypt grumbled her way to the bathroom. On his way back downstairs, the smell of coffee greeting him.
“How’s school?” he asked, expecting Chelsey to be in the kitchen. Instead, the lights were out, except the one over the stove, and Kenton didn’t see her at first. Then he spotted her in the family room, kneeling on the sofa and peeking through the blinds.
He poured himself a cup of the dark brew. Steam billowed above the mug, and the rich, nutty aroma invigorated his senses. “What are you looking at?” he asked, taking a careful sip.
“When I turned onto the street, there was an unmarked car with dark windows sitting at the end of the cul-de-sac.”
Kenton straightened and set his mug down. “What? Is it still out there?”
“Yeah, but the person inside might’ve seen me looking at him or her since they are pulling off.”
Kenton glanced out the same window, needing to check for himself. It was still dark but daybreak, and the faint yellow and orange splash of sunrise was beginning to make an appearance.
If that asshole Franklin was sitting on his house, there was definitely going to be trouble. Kenton might’ve agreed to hold off on reporting the agent to his superiors, but he wouldn’t tolerate stalking. What bothered him most about Agent Franklin was that he couldn’t figure out the guy’s end game.
Then again. It might not have been him.
Kenton released the blinds and turned to his sister. “Did you notice anything else out of the norm?” Chelsey was majoring in criminal justice and once told him that she eventually wanted to work for Supreme Security.
She shook her head. “Nah. The windows were too dark. I couldn’t see the person inside, but I did see a light. Maybe they were on a laptop or cell phone. My first thought when I pulled into the garage was that they were watching your house, but I don’t know for sure.”
Kenton didn’t speak, only tossed various scenarios around in his head. Did Franklin think they had something to do with Ross’s murder? No soon as the thought entered his mind, he shook it free. If they were suspects, they would’ve been taken in for more questioning.
“Changing the security code. Roaming around the house with a gun. Sneaking up on me,” Chelsey said, tapping her fingernails against the quartz countertop. “Is there something going on that I should know about? Is there a reason why someone would be sitting on your house?”
“Wait? What?”
Kenton and Chelsey turned toward the bottom of the stairs where Egypt was standing. Her locks hung loosely around her shoulders, and she had changed into a pair of burgundy lounging pajamas.
“Oh. My. God! Egypt!” Chelsey screeched and rushed across the room. “I haven’t seen you in like forever. I was wondering who Kenton was hiding upstairs. Does this mean you guys are finally together?” The women hugged and Egypt, glancing over Chelsey’s shoulders, looked at him with one brow raised.
Kenton grinned and pulled another coffee mug from the cabinet for her. “I might’ve mentioned my interest in you…a few times to Chelsey.”
“A few times? Are you kidding me?” Chelsey said in exasperation and released Egypt. “For a while, I thought we were going to have to commit him for being delusional. I didn’t know you two were really dating.”
“I decided to put him out of his misery,” Egypt cracked. Kenton chuckled and poured her a cup of coffee. Her sense of humor was shining through more and more these days. “Now what is this about someone watching the house.”
Damn, she’s good.
There was a small tremor in Egypt’s voice, but on the outside, she seemed cool and calm. Kenton filled her in on the conversation that he and Chelsey were having. “If someone was watching the house, they didn’t stick around.”
“You still haven’t explained why you changed the alarm code, and why you were sneaking around with a gun,” Chelsey said.
“I told you. I thought you were someone breaking in.”
His sister looked at him through narrowed eyes, and Kenton almost smiled. She knew he wasn’t telling her everything. That made him proud. Curious by nature, Chelsey had good judgment and had always been sharp, catching clues that others might miss. Any law enforcement division would be lucky to get her if Hamilton didn’t snatch her up first.
“Chelsey, it’s good to see you. Do you want to stay for breakfast?” Egypt asked, effectively changing the subject.
Kenton loved seeing his sister, but he needed to make sure she stayed clear of the house, at least until he knew what was going on with Franklin and the Pisano situation.
“Chelsey is getting what she came here for, and then she’s leaving. And from now on, she’s going to call before coming over. Besides, she’s not welcomed here, and we need to get ready for work.”
“Kenton,” Egypt snapped, that motherly-chastising tone coming through loud and clear.
Chelsey laughed. “Don’t worry, Egypt. My big brother is a jerk, but I’m used to it. Actually, I would love to stay for breakfast.” She sat on one of the barstools and flashed her pearly whites at Kenton. “So, what are we having?”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Egypt grabbed a navy-blue pantsuit and matching shoes from the closet in the guest bedroom. The visit with Chelsey had been nice, even though Egypt had been a little unnerved to know someone might’ve been watching the house. Would Franklin really follow her to Kenton’s place? Or was someone else keeping tabs on her?
She didn’t have a clue, and Kenton hadn’t seemed concerned during breakfast. Or he’d been putting on a good act. Either way, she planned to question him.
A glance at the clock showed they needed to be on the road within the next half an hour. Even if she didn’t have to be in the office until ten, traffic was unpredictable, and she didn’t want to be late.
Slipping into a robe, Egypt went down the hall. “Kenton?” she called from the door of his huge bedroom.
When he claimed he didn’t like anything small, he hadn’t been kidding. The main part of the room held the king sized bed, two oversize nightstands, and a bench at the foot of the bed. The masculine color scheme of steel gray walls with black, beige and gray bedding, was dark for her taste but was perfect in the space. Off to the side was a spacious sitting area hosting two upholstered wingback chairs and a small round coffee table. Why one person needed so much room was a mystery to Egypt.
“Kenton?”
“I’m in here,” he responded, the hum of an electric shaver coming from the bathroom.
When he finally turned, his glistening, bare chest was on full display, and Egypt’s greedy eyes ate him up. Her gaze did a slow glide over his dark, powerful body. His broad shoulders, muscled pecs, and rock-hard abs were a work of art. Her eyes went lower, and she licked her lips.
“Am I still what?” he asked.
Whatever Egypt was about to say flew from her mind. All of her attention was solely on his thick shaft, clearly outlined behind the cotton material. Her sex clenched with desire. It didn’t matter how often she saw him without clothes, her body responded as if it were the first time.
So, so sexy.
“I guess you like what you see. Maybe I should show you more.” The towel slid from Kenton’s waist and tumbled to the floor. Egypt didn’t even try to keep her gaze from going lower as Kenton moved toward her, his big dick seeming to grow with each step.
“I um…man. Each time I see you in all of your glory, I understand why you’re so cocky.”
He laughed and with a hand on the belt of her robe, pulled her against him. He smelled of sandalwood and soap, and unable to help herself, Egypt leaned into his neck for a better whiff.
“God, you smell good.”
“You do too, and I think we have time for a quickie.”
“Actually, we don’t,” Egypt murmured, but didn’t stop him when he started untying the robe. When it fell open, her lacy, blue bra and panties were exposed.
Kenton sucked in a breath. “We might be late because we’re not leaving until I get my fill of you.”
He had Egypt out of her underwear in record time then backed her against the linen closet door. Goosebumps raked over her flesh when his massive hands cupped her breasts, and he squeezed, pushing them together. His mouth didn’t hesitate to devour her hypersensitive nipples, sending a stomach-dropping wave of desire surging to the tips of her toes. Egypt’s knees went weak.
“It-it’s good this is go-going to be a quickie. I don’t know how much of this I can take.” Heat rushed through her body, and she moaned. Desire nipped at each one of her nerves as his hot tongue flogged, and swirled over her hardened peaks.
Her pulse accelerated, and her body shivered as he worshiped her nipples. “Ke-Kenton,” she breathed, gripping his arms tightly with her nails digging into his skin. She was barely hanging on. The sweet torture of his mouth as he paid homage to the other breast was almost her undoing. Need bounced around inside off her, and she wiggled under his hold, squeezing her legs together to control the throb at the apex of her thighs.
“Kenton,” she said again with more urgency.
“I know, baby. I just can’t help myself,” he mumbled against her breast before lifting his head. “Let me grab a condom.” He reached into the bottom drawer of the vanity and pulled out a leather travel case. Retrieving the foil packet, he ripped it open with his teeth and hastily covered himself. “Quickie, right?”
Kenton didn’t give her a chance to respond. Egypt squeaked when he gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her off her feet. She marveled at his strength and how effortlessly he held her against the door of the linen closet. Wrapping her legs loosely around his waist, her arms circled his neck, and Kenton entered her without hesitation.
Egypt’s eyes drifted closed, and she moaned as her interior walls adjusted around his thick shaft. Together they moved as one, creating a lyrical rhythm that was all their own. She wouldn’t protest to starting every morning like this.
When Kenton’s lips sought hers, his tongue plunged into her mouth, swirling in sync with each rotation of his hips. In no time, the pace increased. Faster. Forceful. Deeper. With each thrust, Kenton took her to new heights. The harder he drove into her, the more frantic their kiss.
His ravenous mouth devoured hers, and Egypt held the back of his head, deepening their connection while matching him stroke for stroke. She couldn’t get enough of this man, her man, and loved how good he felt buried deep inside of her.
Egypt squeezed around his shaft, and Kenton growled against her mouth and slammed into her with more vigor. A penetrating heat rippled under her skin and sparked a flame of need bursting from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Egypt’s hips rotated against him, moving like they had a mind of their own.
It didn’t matter that the ridges of the door scraped against her back, and their pounding against the wood grew louder. She didn’t want him to stop.
He pulled his lips from hers. “Hold on.” Securing his grip on her thighs, Kenton took a step back. With raw power, he lifted her up and down his length as if she weighed nothing, and an intense storm roared to life inside of Egypt. Passion swirled, thundered, and stimulated every nerve, sending her heart rate to new levels.
Her breath came in short spurts as she clung to the control that was getting away. She couldn’t hold on. Her legs trembled as she neared her release.
“Kenton,” she whimpered, but then her eyes slammed shut with the next thrust, as an explosion of pleasure vibrated through her body and sent her tumbling over the edge of control. Egypt shook, riding the wave of ecstasy that continued pulsing through her until she had nothing left, and she wilted against Kenton.
He didn’t stop. He held her tighter and continued driving into her. Chest to chest, Egypt could feel a low growl rumbling inside of him, and seconds later, his body stiffened, his hold tightened, and the turbulence from his release rocked them both to completion.
Totally spent, Egypt’s body remained limp against Kenton. She hating being dead weight in his arms, but she couldn’t move. Their deep breathing filled the air as their chests heaved against each other. Sweat-slicked skin stuck together as their high slowly waned.
Staggering, Kenton pulled out of Egypt and set her on the bathroom counter. With one arm wrapped around her waist, he dropped his forehead to her shoulder.
“Damn,” he muttered.
Damn indeed.
Egypt never imagined she would experience such an intense connection with another human being. Each time they made love was more passionate than the last, and Kenton was quickly becoming an addiction she didn’t want to break.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Egypt sat at her desk, her mind still reeling from the quickie that she and Kenton shared in his bathroom earlier. Sex with him was like nothing she had ever experienced, and each time their bodies came together so intimately, Kenton raised the stakes. He was holding true to his promise of them having a lot of firsts together.
I had sex…in a bathroom…against the wall.
A powerful shiver shot through her body, and Egypt squeezed her thighs together just thinking about the intensity of the act. Each day with him, she realized how much she had missed out on in her adult life. Some people were sheltered by their parents. Egypt had been sheltered by the circumstances of her life. Now she planned to live like she should’ve been doing years ago, without fear.
Forcing herself to regain focus, she pecked away on her keyboard, finishing the letter that Hamilton had asked her to construct. The intercom on her desk squawked, and she picked up the telephone receiver. “Yes?”
“Hey, Egypt. Your 11 o’clock is here. Do you want me to put them in conference room A?” Kenton, asked, his deep, sexy voice pouring over her like sunshine.
Egypt had to get used to the security specialists managing the front desk. It was one of several changes that Hamilton had put into place since the meeting with the FBI days ago. None of the guys were thrilled about the assignment. Most preferred staying busy and being a part of the action guarding their clients, instead of greeting visitors. But of course Hamilton expected push-back. He promised everyone scheduled to monitor the desk, during their shifts, additional compensation.
“Thanks, Kenton. I’ll be down in a second to escort them to the
conference room.”
Egypt hung up the phone and pulled her small mirror from the top drawer of the desk. She checked to make sure none of her locks, that were in an intricate twist on top of her head, had fallen loose. Pulling out the neutral berry lipstick from her purse, she touched lips before returning the mirror to the drawer.
When Egypt stood and took a step toward the door, she was reminded of the cute ankle holster that Kenton had given her before leaving the house. He wanted her to be armed whenever possible.
She headed out of the office with a new client packet. Instead of taking the elevator, she hurried down the stairs, her heels tapping against the painted concrete steps. When she made it to the first floor, she headed to the front of the building. It didn’t matter that there were two security specialists sitting at the long information counter, her gaze automatically met Kenton’s. The mischievous grin he flashed sent heat rushing to her cheeks.
God, this man.
Part of her needed for their lives to get back to normal so that she didn’t have to see him all day and night. He considered her a distraction, but in all truth, he was the distraction. She couldn’t go more than a few minutes without her mind drifting to thoughts of him.
Egypt glanced around the modernly decorated waiting area. Rarely, did clients have to wait long, so the large room wasn’t often used except for the occasional meet and greet events.
“Where is Mr. And Mrs. Wright?” Egypt looked from Kenton to Parker, another one of their long-time specialists, and they shrugged. The serious expression on their faces wasn’t fooling anyone. They were up to something. She set the papers on the counter. “Okay, what’s going on?”
“What makes you think something is going on?” Parker asked.
“Because I’m supposed to—”
“Hey, sis,” came a raspy voice from behind her.
Egypt swung around, and her heart leaped. Standing in the middle of the long hallway was the man who had saved her life. “Nelson.”
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