Traitor, The by Jo Robertson Read Free Book Online

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kiss her, fondle her, and nuzzle her neck, his fingers deep inside her, until
her throbbing climax ebbed and crested again and finally gave way to a tender
fullness between her legs.
    At last, he rolled to his side and pulled her naked body
close to him, covering them both with the sheet. She felt the still-hard thrust
of his erection against the back of her thigh. His heart thrummed an urgent
bass rhythm beneath her ear until it gradually gave way to a sure, steady drum
beat.
    She drifted off, incredibly relaxed, the concerns of her
current case on hold, her meeting later today with the stubborn DEA agent
forgotten for the moment. She thought smugly that she owed Rafe. And in a few
hours, she'd let him collect on the debt.

 
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    The vibration of his cell lying on the bed stand roused Rafe
from a light sleep. He struggled to remember why his head pounded as the naked
ass tucked against him and the warm body attached to it tortured his hard-on.
He swung his gritty eyes toward the alarm clock sitting beside his cell phone and
watch on the bed stand.
    Eight-sixteen! He should've been in the office already. In
the fraction of a second before he saw the black strands of hair draped over
Isabella's face and remembered the events of last night, he reached for the
phone and swung out of the bed.
    In the bathroom, he sat on the closed toilet seat and
flipped open the cell. "Hashemi."
    "Agent Hashemi, you'd better get down to the office
right away." The normally unflappable voice of his assistant quavered
through the receiver.
    "What's wrong, Mrs. Roberts?"
    "Detective Jensen is waiting for you." She paused
and lowered her voice, heavy with disapproval. "Waiting. In your office.
You know I don't like anyone going in there when you're not here."
    Marilyn Roberts had been with Rafe nearly seven years, his
first secretary – assistant she insisted on being called – in his Los Angeles
office. She organized his life and ran his office with military efficiency. She
protected him with the ferocity of a pit bull and made the best damn coffee he'd
ever tasted. But she was a little obsessive about the sanctity of his office.
    It was in his best interests to keep her happy. "I'll
be there right away," he promised, closing the phone.
    He relieved himself, flushed the toilet, and stared at his
scruffy reflection in the bathroom mirror. He splashed cold water on his face,
washed his hands, and brushed his teeth. The rest of his grooming he left for
later. By now he was sure the bathroom noises had woken Isabella up, and he was
already regretting his lapse of judgment last night.
    When he opened the door, she was sitting upright, her legs
crossed yoga-style, her hair in wild tangles around her naked shoulders. The
bed sheet covered what he vividly remembered as very full and beautiful
breasts.
    She smiled. "Hi."
    He smiled back and sat on the edge of the bed smoothing a
black strand from her cheek. "That was my office," he said tilting
his head toward the open bathroom door where the cell phone lay. "I'm
sorry, but I have to leave."
    "Oh." Her face deflated like a disappointed child,
and after a moment she scrambled off the bed and retrieved the tee-shirt from
the floor. She pulled it over her head and tugged downward, but the shirt
barely covered the tops of her thighs.
    "Hey, you don't have to go, though. I have to put in a
few hours following up on that incident at Stuckey's. I'll be back by noon."
He glanced at the bedside clock. "One at the latest. I promise."
    "You know, really, I should just go. This ..." She
waved her hand vaguely at the jumble of bedclothes. "This isn't ... I don't
usually ... "
    "Look, stay, relax, have some coffee." He walked
to the closet and pulled out his blue striped dress shirt. "I'd like to
see you again. Honestly. So, if you feel the same, stay until I get back."
    Isabella lifted one dark eyebrow and he knew he'd tossed out
too casual an offer.
    "Or leave a phone number, okay?" he said