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were a couple of women who worked for HOT as special operators—but they were on other assignments at the moment. That was fine with her because she preferred to be alone. Ivy kicked off her shoes and unzipped her case. Ace had escorted her back to her apartment to grab some clothes for this trip. The IT department was still working on a trace on her mysterious phone call, but there’d been nothing further.  
    Ivy pulled out a long sundress with spaghetti straps and some clean underwear. There was time for a shower before she had to meet with the guys, so she went into the bathroom and turned on the water. She set her clothes on the counter and her gun on a high shelf inside the shower enclosure, away from the spray. Once the water was hot, she stepped under the stream and sighed. It had been a long day, and she needed the relaxation a good hot shower could provide.
    You need more than a shower for relaxation . You need a big cock and a man who knows how to use it.
    Ivy shoved that thought away. Hard. But Dane was in her head now, and no amount of wishing him away would make him go. She closed her eyes and let herself picture his body—smooth muscle, bronzed skin, a happy trail of dark gold hair arrowing down from his belly to his cock. And then, yes, that beautiful hard cock of his, rising straight and proud and ready to take her to heaven.
    Ivy bit her lip on a moan. Her nipples peaked and her pussy ached. Against her better judgment, she slipped a finger between her folds, found the slick bundle of nerves at the center. Lightning sizzled along her nerve endings as she stroked her clit.
    How long had it been since she’d come? It felt like months, though it couldn’t really be that long.  
    Though maybe it could.  
    Ivy stroked herself, her body tightening and aching from being so long denied. It wouldn’t take much at all—
    A sound made her eyes snap open—and a man stood inside the bathroom, the open door silhouetting his dark form. For half a second, she thought it might be Dane.
    But he took a step toward her and she realized he was too dark, too short to be Dane. Ivy’s heart froze—and then she reached for her weapon.
    * * *
    Dane was surveying the property around his dwelling when he heard the sharp crack of a gunshot coming from the direction of Ivy’s bungalow. He sprang into motion, crossing the short distance between bungalows and leaping up the steps. The door was locked. He shoved his shoulder into it a couple of times, but the chain held. Drawing his .45, he skirted the small bungalow and went around to the back entrance.
    The door was open. After clearing the entry, he leapt into the room, ready to do battle. There was no one inside, no signs of a struggle.  
    “Ivy!” he shouted.
    “Dane?”
    He followed the sound of her voice and ended up in the bathroom. The steam from the shower thickened the air, and he went over and turned it off. Ivy leaned against the wall, her gun hanging limply in her hand.  
    She was naked, and his body stirred at the sight of her creamy skin and wet hair. Dane tamped down on his libido and reached over to take the gun from her. She looked up then, her green eyes a little stunned.
    “What happened?” he demanded.
    She swallowed. “I was in the shower when I opened my eyes and saw a man standing inside the door. I grabbed my gun from the shelf—I fired, but my hands were wet and my aim slipped.”
    Dane reached for a towel and handed it to her, then turned and went out the door so he could sweep the bungalow again. There was no one inside and no one lurking in the bushes. Whoever had broken in was gone now. He could try to follow them, but in the end he couldn’t leave Ivy. Dane went back into the bathroom to find Ivy wrapped in the towel and combing her hair with deliberate strokes.  
    When she’d told him she wanted to join the DEA, he’d hoped like hell she wanted to be an analyst, someone who studied the intel and made reports. He’d never pictured