Every time she moved he moaned and reached for her, so for every six inches she gained, she lost three. And she didn’t want to go. That only made it harder. She gathered her clothes and stuffed them in the sports bag she’d left on a chair. She went back into the bedroom and slid his blue ankle bracelet free. Perfect, as long as he had the right security clearance. If he handled computers, he probably had a high clearance level. Enough for her purposes, anyway. He stirred and groaned. She half wanted him to wake up so they could have another session before she had to leave, but she knew she couldn’t. Shouldn’t. But no, he curled one strong arm around the pillow she’d left in her place and clutched it. Dreaming of her, she couldn’t help hoping. When she ventured into the outer reaches of his mind, she felt him stirring. Telepathically, she sent him soothing dreams, peaceful messages, and waited until he’d slid off to slumber again. He looked so sexy, his bare leg caught in the duvet, that wayward lock of bright hair falling over his face.
