Page 66 of Untamed Sinner

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "You."

“Me what?”

He kisses my neck. “Just you.”

Jesus. We’re a pair. “Careful, Hendricks. You’re getting sentimental.”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

I snort. “Your reputation would never recover.”

Before he can respond, his phone buzzes again. Instead of reaching to pick it up, we stay tangled together, his cock still inside me. Apparently, the rest of the world can fucking wait.

52

HENDRICKS

My phone vibrates for the fourth time. Mandy doesn’t move. Neither do I.

For the first time in my life, the mission comes second.

53

MANDY

Iguess the world has a fucking limit, because the next time the phone rings, Hendricks sighs and lifts me off him, holding the condom in place.

After he disposes of it, I settle against his chest and groan. “I hate whoever that is.”

“Even if he found our girl?”

Pursing my lips, I think about it. “Then I’ll hate him less, but he’s still an asshole.”

Chuckling, Hendricks reaches for the phone. One glance at the screen and the amusement disappears from his face.

There he is. My terrifyingly competent bastard is back.

He returns the call and puts it on speaker. “Hendricks.”

“About time.” The voice is male, clipped and professional. “I’ve got your information.”

I start to move, but Hendricks’s arm tightens around me. “Go ahead,” he says.

Apparently, intelligence briefings are now a naked group activity.

“I ran the girl through everything I have access to,” his contact begins. “Facial recognition. Missing persons. DMV. School records. Social media archives. Nothing.”

Hendricks goes very still. “Nothing?”

“Not a usable hit.”

I shake my head. “That’s not possible.”

“Who’s that?” the contact asks.

“Someone who knows it’s not possible,” Hendricks replies dryly. “Keep going.”

I almost smile.