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She must have given you some idea.”

“Close. Military aides, medical staff, security detail. Someone

with intimate knowledge of Andrew’s movements well in advance of

anything even his staffers and the communications department know.”

“I can’t believe it. I know every one of them.” Blair’s face clouded.

“Of course, I knew James Benjamin Harker too, and he stalked me for

years.”

Cam slid her fingers around the back of Blair’s neck and soothed

the tight bands of muscle with long slow caresses. “Hey. Your father is

the most well-protected man in the world. Nothing is going to happen

to him.”

“Every time he steps outside that building, he’s a target. God, even

when he’s inside, he’s a target. Someone tried to fly a plane into the

White House, Cam.”

“I know. And so does everyone whose duty it is to protect him, and

believe me, they’re the best. You know that. He doesn’t go anywhere that

every contingency isn’t prepared for. And in the worst-case scenario, he

has a full medical team standing by. Hell, there’s an operating room on

Air Force One.”

“I know, I know. It’s just—to everyone else in the world he’s

POTUS, the most powerful man in the world. To me, he’s my father.”

Cam pulled Blair down into her arms and kissed her. Blair had

lost her mother when she was a child. Andrew and she had been a team

since then, Blair at his side as he’d risen from the governor’s mansion

to the White House. He was her father, her friend, and her greatest

supporter. “I know, baby. I know.”

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“I’m glad Lucinda has you on this. I know he’ll be even safer. She

needs you there.” Blair gripped Cam’s shoulders and pulled Cam over

on top of her. “But right now, so do I.”

“Ah, Blair,” Cam whispered, “you have me, anytime.

Anywhere.”

Cam kissed Blair’s eyes, her mouth, her throat. Blair was restless

beneath her, her legs clasping the backs of Cam’s thighs, pulling their

bodies tighter, fusing them. Cam slid her hand between their bodies

and caressed Blair’s breasts until her nipples tightened and her breasts

tensed.

“Oh God, Cam,” Blair whispered. “Inside me. I need you.”

“Soon,” Cam whispered, inching down, skating her mouth over

Blair’s breast, kissing her nipple, biting lightly. Blair arched, a small

cry escaping, and Cam’s head pounded. She wanted her, hungered

for her. Blair was the strongest woman she’d ever known, and she let

herself be vulnerable beneath Cam’s hands, beneath her mouth. She

opened herself, gave herself, and Cam had never felt so humbled. She

kissed the center of Blair’s abdomen, moving lower, slowly, covering

every inch of skin with her fingers and her lips.

“Oh, you feel so good,” Blair gasped. “I want you so bad when

you make me wait.”

“I need all of you. So much.”

Blair’s fingers came into her hair, caressing her, guiding her lower.

“You do. You always do.”

Cam eased Blair’s thighs apart, kissing the soft skin first on one

side, then the other, moving inward, nipping lightly, kissing the spots

her teeth had teased. Blair’s hips lifted to her, inviting her deeper. She

lost all sense of time, of place, of anything other than Blair. Blair’s

hands on her shoulders, Blair’s skin beneath her mouth, Blair closing

around her fingers. Blair was everything—air, sun, joy, eternity.

“Now,” Blair whispered. “Now.”

Carefully, gently, Cam drew Blair’s clitoris between her lips,

closing her mouth over her, slipping inside until she filled her. She

pressed inward even as she sucked her deeper. Blood pulsed, muscles

quivered, and Blair was everywhere—in her mind and blood and soul.

“There—” Blair swelled in her mouth.

She guided her higher, stroking, sucking, drawing her ever closer

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until Blair’s thighs tightened into steel bands. Blair jerked hard against

Cam’s mouth, a choked cry torn from her throat. Blair’s orgasm rushed

around her fingers, pulsed against her lips, filling her with wonder.

“Oh my God,” Blair gasped.

Cam kissed her one last time and settled her cheek against the

inside of Blair’s thigh, softly caressing her belly. “I love you.”

“You make me so happy.”

“That’s everything.”

“Almost.” Blair’s fingers twisted in Cam’s hair and tugged.

“Almost everything—but not quite. Come up here.”

v

Hooker slid into a booth in the rear of the Chicago O’Hare Chili’s

and waited for the server to take his drink order before saying anything

to the man seated across from him. Anyone watching them in the dimly

lit restaurant, and no one was, would be unlikely to remember two guys

on a layover, in rumpled clothes, faces obscured by shadows. When

they were alone, he said, “This is getting expensive.”

“Safer.”

“Right. Next time make it someplace warmer.”

“If it’s inconvenient, I’m happy to quit.”

Hooker snorted. “I’ll just bet you are. But that’s not the way it

works. You’ve already gotten your down payment.”

“Don’t worry. I’m loyal to the cause.”

Hooker shrugged. He didn’t know what motivated the guy, and he

didn’t care. All he cared about was getting his part of the job done, and