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her desk. The spasms held her like a giant fist as the walls of her pussy contracted again and again. Brian’s cock pulsed inside her, his hot seed spurting into the latex reservoir.
    When her heart stopped beating in triple time, she loosened her death grip on his shoulders and eased her legs down. Brian relaxed his arms and leaned his head down until his forehead touched hers.
    “I don’t do this as a habit,” he told her, still trying to draw air into his lungs.
    “Oh, I think you do it often and well.” Her voice was still breathless as she teased him.
    He laughed, the vibrations rumbling through his penis and into her body. “I mean, having sex with a client in her office.” His face sobered. “But you’re more than a client. You know that, right? Last night was about more than just sex, and that shocks the hell out of me.”
    “Me, too,” she whispered.
    Exhaling slowly, he gradually withdrew from her body. Regan opened a desk drawer and grabbed a box of tissues. Her face heated as she handed some to Brian to dispose of the condom then proceeded to clean herself.
    He put a finger under her chin and tilted it up. “No embarrassment. Not with each other. Not ever, for anything. Okay?”
    “O-okay.”
    When they had finished rearranging their clothing, Brian pulled out his cell phone and punched in a number. “Me,” he said. “Did you get photos of the footprints outside her house? Yeah. Uh huh. Anything on the information I left you about the text messages? Okay.
    I hear you. Whoever’s doing the alarm system at her house, have him set up a caller ID on the phone. Regan can call the phone company to connect it. And fit her up with a better answering machine. And one more thing. I want special sentry duty tonight. Okay. Later.”
    Regan was full of questions. “Okay, give. Did they find anything? About anything?
    What about the text message?”
    Brian held up a hand. “One thing at a time. Our geek partner checked the SIM card from your phone. The text message came from a throwaway so nothing there.”
    “Damn.” She nibbled at a fingernail. She’d been hoping they could trace it back to someone. “What about the footprints?”
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    “Looks like a man’s size eleven. They measured the impression and figure whoever it is has to be a pretty skinny guy. The footprint wasn’t too deep. How tall is this Greg character and how much does he weigh?”
    Again the mention of Greg’s name made her feel sick. “He’s just under six feet but not more than one-seventy, I’d say.”
    Brian gave her a hard look. “I wouldn‘t have guessed you went for twigs.”
    “He has a certain…appeal.” Why was she even defending him? “But I’m telling you, I don’t think it’s Greg.”
    He took her elbow. “Let’s go hunt him up and we’ll find out. I can tell in five seconds if he’s lying.”
    But they got nothing out of Greg except defiance and anger. Dejected, Regan led Brian back to her office. “I have to appear in court this afternoon then go over the depositions Lisa Jensen took for me.”
    “And I’ll be right beside you. There are good people at the agency working on this. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
    If anyone was curious about the tall, fierce-looking man sitting behind Regan in the courtroom, they were either too polite or too intimidated to say anything. At last, the day was over, and she went to pack up her briefcase. The first thing she noticed was the missing files.
    “Something wrong?” Brian asked.
    “The depositions I wanted to read and the case files. I left everything here on my desk.
    Now they’re gone.” She buzzed the intercom. “Sharon, can you come in for a minute?”
    “I’m just on my way out,” Sharon said, entering the office. “Can this wait?”
    “I can’t find the files that I left here. The depositions and everything else.”
    “I never saw them,” Sharon said defensively, smoothing her hand over her straight