“Let’s get out of here,” he stood suddenly and took her arm. “I’ve had enough of throwing money to the dogs!”
In the car, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard and long. “We’re all alone here, no one around,” he said, releasing her and laughing. The heat in his body intensified as he put his arms around her again. “Bashia, we make such a good team, we could set up an investigative agency when I retire. Well, maybe that’s something we can think about later. But right now, I think about you all the time. I want to be with you. I want you.”
Bashia pushed him away but only a little, her own pulse beating rapidly. Perhaps, she thought with a lump in her throat, she could rid herself of her Jamaican machete man memories at last and be ready to face Mark with a clear conscience. She felt like a schoolgirl, making out in a car. His kisses swept through her like fire, awakening new sensations. “I think about you, too, Mark. Let’s talk about us when you get back!”
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