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  He crouches slightly then slides his manhood into her with a groan of pleasure. She instantly stops fighting him and flattens herself even more to the wall.

  “Oh God…” she whimpers. She knew they were going to make love in the shower—that was a given—but the brief slippery struggle has set her on edge. She no longer wants to get free… now she just wants Ryker to pound into until her until she comes.

  Ryker begins to thrust hard into Ronnie, her firm, toned ass slapping into his hips, the slipperiness of her skin, the brief struggle for dominance, firing his desire.

  “Okay, you bastard. You had better make me come. Do you hear me? You had better make me come hard,” she mutters as he drives into her.

  “Or what? What are you going to do?” Ryker challenges in return.

  She grunts as a searing wave of pleasure washes over her, Ryker’s cock plunging into her again and again. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll beg me to stop. Do you understand? I’ll have you begging.”

  He begins to hammer into her, her words goading him. “Who was screaming last night, Ronnie? Huh. It was you! It was you Ronnie!” he sneers, deep in his lust.

  Ronnie shudders as another powerful wave of pleasure passes through her. Fuck… she was screaming last night. Screaming from one of the most powerful orgasms she has ever had, and he wasn’t even done, giving her yet another one after that. The memories of last night and the ecstasy she felt brings her orgasm leaping near. “Make me come like that, Ryker. You had better make me come like that. You had better…”

  He reaches around her, taking his finger and pressing it hard in her clit, teasing it into tender hardness as she begins to thrash, banging her body into the wall as her hips thrust into his hand.

  The moment he touches her with is finger she can feel her orgasm begin to take her. Once again, the feeling of Ryker controlling her, rolling over her and bending her to his will as they duel in an erotic battle excites her at a very deep level. She can’t stand still and begins to thrust herself forcefully on his finger, each thrust ending a jolt of erotic energy coursing through her system.

  Ronnie begins to growl and thrash as her orgasm begins to take her. He eases up on the pressure on her back, giving her room to move without hurting herself while still keeping her pinned to the wall. She seems to like it when he restricts her movement in some way, something he will have to remember and experiment with.

  She lunges backwards, driving him as deep into her as possible as he continues to finger her, her legs shaking as she tries to keep her feet. With a gasp her orgasm flows out of her, leaving her weak, but his strong arms surround her, taking some of her weight until she feels her strength return… and she giggles.

  He slowly allows Ronnie to take her weight before she turns and begins to kiss him passionately. As they kiss she slides a hand between them and takes him in a firm grip, and begins to stroke, sliding his cock around between their bodies. He was already working up to an orgasm when she fell into hers, so it only takes a moment of her moving against him, thrusting and squirming as she kisses him deeply, her hand busy on his manhood, before he can feel his orgasm threatening.

  “Stop…” Ryker gasps, breaking off the kiss. “You’re going to make me come.”

  “I know,” Ronnie breathes. Ryker begins to twitch as his pleasure begins to overwhelm him. “Don’t fight it,” she breathes, holding him by the back of the head as she increases the intensity of her movements, sliding her body smoothly against his. “I want you to come. Come for me,” she breathes before covering his lips with hers once more.

  He grips her tight, holding her to him as she moves, the feeling of her slick body moving against his erotic in the extreme. He waits as Ronnie works her magic, his release coiling up tighter and tighter, until with a shuddering gasp he begins to come, his hips pumping and thrusting as she holds him tight, swishing him back and forth between their soapy bodies, until he can stand it no more. “Stop!” he shouts, forcing himself away from her and taking her hand with his own.

  Ronnie smiles as Ryker stands before her, slightly bent at the waist, panting and gasping as his hand tightly grips her own. “Your move…” she purrs.

  He chuckles and she slowly releases her grip. “You win,” he says in surrender, slowly straightening once more.

  Having finally bested Ryker, Ronnie feels her spirit soar. Ryker is a lover unlike any she has ever had, able to take her to places she has never gone before. She is looking forward to the new experiences and new sensations, to exploring her own sexuality with him.

  The knowledge that she can go toe-to-toe with him, and sometimes even win their erotic duels, makes her feel powerful and confident. As they move slowly into a long and lingering kiss, she delights in the feelings that he is awakening within her.

  They have to rush through their breakfast because of the extended shower, but he makes it to the motor pool to join the two agents he has been working with without forcing them to wait. Ryker and the CIA work the same routine that has proven to be so successful in the past, Ryker playing the wild and unpredictable American and the spook the more reasonable local.

  The problem is that he is in such a good mood that he has a hard time playing the baddie. Ryker silently laughs at himself as he rides along in the back of the SUV on their way to the next contact. Some big, tough, Navy SEAL he is.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  The next two days are much the same. Ryker and Ronnie have dinner together before spending a few hours walking the grounds while softly talking or watching American television or a movie. Then they retire to Ronnie’s room for evening of soft touches intermingled with passion. The next morning brings a couple of workouts, one for the body and the other for the soul, followed by breakfast, and Ryker leaving with one of the CIA teams to work the city in search of Dr. Baker.

  Ronnie continues to spend her days in the infirmary, reading to the Marines injured by the bomb blast during her second kidnapping attempt, weeping quietly when the second mortally wounded Marine finally succumbs to his injuries and dies.

  Before these men put their lives on the line for her she didn’t think much of the military and was furious when she found out their research was being funded by DARPA. But she looks at the men and women of the service completely differently now. They are not the cold-blooded war mongers she once thought they were.

  These are honorable men and women, willing to fight and die so others don’t have to. Each man in this room is here because they put their life on the line… for her.

  Ronnie checks the time. Ryker should be back soon. She has just enough time to finish this chapter before he returns. It wouldn’t be nice to leave the Marines hanging, wondering how Mitch Rapp is going to escape certain death this time.

  ***

  “Petty Officer Evan, are you clear on this mission?” Mr. Spreck asks at the end of his debrief.

  “Yes sir,” Ryker answers as his heart sinks. The word has come down… if he can’t extract Dr. Julian Baker he is to make sure he is of no further use to his captors.

  “You’re supposed to be the best, but I have to be able to trust you on this. I know you and Veronica Baker are seeing each other. Can I trust you to carry out your mission and not let your personal feelings get in the way?” Spreck asks as Colonel Hargraves looks on silently.

  “You can depend on me, sir.”

  Spreck looks at Ryker critically, trying to gauge the truth of the statement. “Can I? Look, I don’t blame you for fucking her. She is a serious honey and I would fuck her myself. But to me she would just be another piece of ass. How about you? Is she just a piece of ass to you?”

  Ryker says nothing at first, not rising to the bait. “Sir, my relationship with Dr. Baker will in no way affect my mission.” He knows he didn’t answer the question, but fuck ‘em. Ryker watches as Spreck and Hargraves look at one another.

  “You can do what needs to be done?” Hargraves asks.

  “I can, sir.”

  “What do you think? H
e’s your man,” Spreck asks Hargraves.

  “He’s the best we’ve got. He’ll do what is necessary,” Hargraves says.

  Spreck looks at Ryker intently once again. “Be ready to go on ten minutes’ notice. That means keeping your dick out of Veronica Baker.” Spreck stares at Ryker again then rises from his seat and silently exits the room.

  Ryker doesn’t relax his parade rest, waiting to see if Hargraves is going to give him a ration of shit too. He was ready to leave and meet Ronnie for dinner when that asshole Spreck dropped this bomb on him. Hargraves continues to sit, watching him, until he rises and steps around the table.

  “Evans… I went to bat for you with Spreck, but he’s right. Nothing in this place happens without Spreck and me knowing about it. Nothing. You’re getting in way too deep with Dr. Baker. You haven’t slept in your room in the last four days. This is more than just you getting some pussy.”

  “Sir. Dr. Baker and I…” Ryker begins.

  “Evans,” Hargraves interrupts. “Save the bullshit for someone that cares. The only thing I care about—the only thing—is that you do your job. This mission is to fucking important for you to be distracted. I meant it when I told Spreck that you are the best we’ve got, but if you are not one-hundred percent you need to tell me so I can find someone that is.”

  “I can handle it sir.”

  “Let me explain a little something to you Petty Officer… if you fuck up this mission because of a woman, your career is over. Do I make myself clear?”

  Ryker swallows hard. Hargraves’ calm appraisal of the situation makes what he said all the more disturbing. “Yes sir, Colonel.”

  “Then you had better be straight with me son, right here, right now. Can you pull the trigger on Dr. Julian Baker? Because if you can’t, I need to find someone that will. We can send in a shooter from the CIA if necessary.”

  Ryker can feel his face flush. The fucking CIA? They operate like a surgeon with a chainsaw. “That won’t be necessary, sir.”

  Hargraves steps in front of Ryker. “Don’t fuck with me Evans. I’m tempted to pull you off this mission as it is. The only reason I haven’t is because you’re the best we’ve got and we want Dr. Baker back, not dead. But if I can’t trust you, I will find someone that I can.”

  “You can depend on me, sir,” Ryker says again.

  “Prove it. Break it off with Veronica. Tonight. Show me that your head is in the game.”

  Ryker grits his teeth. “Yes sir.”

  Hargraves watches Ryker, finally satisfied he has gotten through to him. “Dismissed.”

  Ryker comes to attention, fires off a crisp salute, pivots, and walks out of the room.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Over the last week Ronnie has gotten to know the routine pretty well. She sits in the common area nearest the motor pool so she can keep an eye out for when Ryker returns. While he debriefs, she moves to another common area he was to walk past on his way back to the guest facilities. When he is done with his debrief he stops and they have dinner together. Today is just like all the others, except this time he storms past the common area after his debrief without a sideways glance. Puzzled that he didn’t stop as normal, she rises from her chair and hurries into the hall. “Ryker?” He stops, but doesn’t turn. “Is everything okay?”

  “No,” he says before he slowly turns to face her.

  “What’s the matter?” she asks as she joins him, leaning in for a kiss.

  He dodges the kiss and steps back. “I can’t see you anymore. Not for a while.”

  “What? Why?” she asks, her heart sinking.

  “I’ve been told I’m jeopardizing the mission by being involved with you.”

  Ronnie is quite for a moment. She knew this might happen, knew that they could order him to stop seeing her. And, it appears, they have. She can feel her face harden. “So they’ve ordered you to stop seeing me?”

  “Yes. I’m sorry.”

  Ryker really does look miserable, but that doesn’t make her feel any better. “And you’re going to? Just like that?”

  “Ronnie… I don’t have any choice.”

  “The hell you don’t! You could tell them to go fuck themselves! They don’t own you, Ryker.”

  He purses his lips as he steps forward and takes her by the arm. If they are going to have it out, better to not do it in the hall. “Let’s go in here,” he says, steering her back into the small common area.

  She allows him to steer her into the room, Ryker kicking the chock from the door as they pass so it can swing closed. No one has ever dumped her before and the more she thinks about it, the more pissed off she is getting. “So just because Colonel Hard-on tells you to drop me, you do? Just like that?”

  “Not just like that,” Ryker snaps. “You think I want to do this?”

  “Then why are you doing it? Tell him to go fuck himself.”

  “Ronnie, I can’t do that and you know it! Or you should. For this mission he is my commanding officer. If he says break it off then I have to break it off!”

  “And if he told you to go out and fuck some whore on the street for information you would that too?”

  “He wouldn’t do that!”

  “But would you?” Ronnie asks, her voice low and threatening.

  “No! Of course not!”

  “But he tells you to kick me to curb and you are perfectly fine with that. Is that it?” She is being unfair, and she knows it, but she is so mad that Hargraves is meddling in matters that don’t concern him she can’t see straight.

  “Ronnie! No! I…”

  “I tell you what, Petty Officer First Class Evans… why don’t you just go fuck yourself,” she snarls, and moves to step around him. She needs a minute to cool off.

  He grabs her by the arm, holding her in place. “Ronnie! You don’t know what is at stake here!”

  Ronnie shakes her arm free. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

  Ryker pauses, not sure what to say.

  “That’s what I thought,” she scowls, moving to step around him again.

  “They have given me orders to shoot your father if I can’t extract him!” he whispers urgently, taking her by her shoulders.

  Ronnie stops and feels herself go pale. “You bastard,” she mutters, low and dangerous, struggling to escape from his grip.

  “Ronnie, you don’t understand! Wait Goddamnit!”

  Ronnie stops struggling and Ryker lets her go. “So that’s it, then? You’re just going to kill my father. Better to see him dead than in the hands of terrorists? Well, I’m sorry if…”

  “Ronnie, just wait a moment! Would you just listen for a minute?”

  “Ryker, there is nothing you have to say that I want to hear. Just get the fuck away from me.”

  “Ronnie, Goddamnit! Would you just listen! If I don’t break it off with you, at least for a while, they are going to get someone else. Then I…”

  “We wouldn’t want that now would we? The great Ryker Evans can’t…”

  “Ronnie! Shut the fuck up and listen!” he bellows. She blinks and steps back, but doesn’t say anything more. “If I don’t do this they are going to send in the CIA. They won’t hesitate to kill your dad. But I can get him out. I know I can.”

  She ponders what he is saying, her anger at Hargraves cooling as cold dread seeps into her. “So you’re telling me that if you don’t stop seeing me then they are going to pull you from the mission?”

  “Yes! That is exactly what I’m saying!”

  “And if they pull you from the mission, you think that will increase the chances of my dad being killed?”

  “Yes.”

  “So you are breaking up with me to protect my dad? Is that what you’re telling me?”

  “Ronnie,” he says softly. “I’m not breaking up with you. But I just can’t see you for a few days. Not until the mission is complete. Then—if you still want to—we can go to that someplace more private.”

  She thinks about it. She isn’t happy about this, but maybe i
t is for the best. Maybe he really is trying to protect her father. “You have to tell me something. I have to know. Will you kill my dad?”

  “Ronnie, don’t ask me that.”

  “I have to know Ryker. Will you?”

  He stares into her eyes for a long time. “Not before I die trying to get him out,” he finally admits. Ronnie stares at him so long that he has a glimmer of hope that maybe she understands.