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a cliff.”

“Let’s fall together, then.” Evyn threaded her fingers into Wes’s

hair and tugged her mouth close. The kiss was hot, urgent, hungry. “Oh

yeah.”

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The need kindling in Wes’s stomach burst into flame and she

grabbed Evyn’s shirt and pulled it up and off. “I want you under my

hands.”

Evyn moaned. She was as tremulous as a virgin, and her first

time was so long ago she didn’t remember—but she knew it’d never

been like this. She’d never wanted so much to be taken, needed to give

herself so completely. “Hurry.”

“I don’t want to,” Wes muttered, her mouth against Evyn’s chest.

She kissed the slope of Evyn’s breast, brushed her cheek over the tight

peak of her nipple. Evyn moaned again and Wes shook inside. She took

a nipple into her mouth and pushed down on Evyn’s jeans.

Evyn’s hands clenched in her hair. “That’s so good. God, Wes, I

need you to make me come.”

Wes’s heart leaped into her throat. She couldn’t breathe around the

swell of desire, and she didn’t care. She’d live without air as long as she

could taste Evyn. She shoved Evyn’s jeans lower. “Off. Get these off.”

Evyn braced her hands on Wes’s shoulders and kicked her boots

and pants aside. She pushed Wes back onto the bed. “More. I want

your mouth on me more—everywhere. If I don’t come soon my head

is going to explode.”

Wes stretched out on top of her, the first press of Evyn’s body

sending shock waves rocketing through her. She entwined her legs

with Evyn’s, felt the hot caress of skin against her clitoris. Leaning on

her forearms, she gripped Evyn’s wrists in her hands, holding Evyn

beneath her. She stared into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, fathomless

and vulnerable. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t ever want to move.”

“You better—God, you better.” Evyn arched, her legs tightening

around Wes’s thigh. Evyn’s wetness slicked Wes’s skin. “I want to

come, so close.”

“Yes.” Wes thrust, watching pleasure flow across Evyn’s face.

“We’ll go slow the next time.”

Evyn caught her lip between her teeth as she struggled not to

come.“Don’t hold back,” Wes murmured, pressing harder between

Evyn’s thighs, raking her teeth down Evyn’s neck. “I need to feel you.

I want to hear you. I need it. Please. Trust me.”

Trust me. Wes asked for so much. Terrifying words. Evyn couldn’t

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say no. Not now. She wrapped her arms around Wes’s shoulders and

pressed her breasts to Wes’s chest. She brushed her mouth over Wes’s

ear. “Yes. Yes, please. I can’t…I have to…”

“Now.” Wes groaned at the pleasure flooding through her. “Now,

please…With me.”

Evyn cried out and buried her face in Wes’s neck, losing herself

for the first time ever.

When Evyn’s fingers dug into her back, Wes let go. She stepped off

the cliff not knowing where she would land, only knowing she had to

let go or lose something more precious than safety. Soaring, tumbling,

exploding, she pulled Evyn to her.

“Fall with me.”

“Yes,” Evyn cried. “Yes.”

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chapter twenty-twO

At five a.m. Blair poured two cups of coffee from the urn the

valet had wheeled into Lucinda’s office in the West Wing. A

minute later Lucinda walked in. Wordlessly, Lucinda hung her snow-

dusted black wool coat on the coat tree just inside the door, draped

her scarf over the collar so it hung down along the lapels, and placed

one glove into each front pocket. She crossed to her desk and put her

overstuffed briefcase on the floor beside her chair. In deference to the

blizzard, she wore stylish brown boots beneath her chestnut pants

instead of her usual low heels. The hems of her tailored pants were

damp—she’d walked a ways in the snow.

Blair placed a coffee cup along with utensils and a small crystal

bowl of sugar cubes in the center of the desk. Balancing her own cup

and saucer—no mugs in sight—she turned one of the centuries-old

stuffed chairs to face Lucinda, sat down, and took a sip of coffee. She

closed her eyes for a moment of thanks. The White House kitchen made

great coffee. She waited until Lucinda stirred in one sugar cube and

took her first swallow. “Morning.”

“When did you get in?” Lucinda set a teaspoon onto the napkin

Blair had provided along with her morning coffee. “Airports are a mess,

I hear.”

“We caught the red-eye last night. Beat the front.”

“Where are you staying?”

“Cameron’s condo.” Blair smiled. “I’d forgotten how much I like

that place. We had some of our best fights there.”

Lucinda leaned back, holding the bone china cup between the

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fingertips of both hands as if the small fluted handle were too delicate

to use. “I can imagine.”

“Oh yeah? I never would have guessed.”

Laughing, Lucinda shook her head. “So. What’s on your mind?”

“You have to ask?”

“I can think of half a dozen things—but you might as well start

with what’s at the top of your list.”

“Who do you think has betrayed my father?”

Lucinda nodded slowly, her gaze turning inward. “That’s the