Taut was quite aware of the danger that was just unvialed
and reacted with quick and keen moves. Approaching her from
her rear, he placed one huge powerful hand over her mouth
so she would not inhale any toxins and his other arm about
her waist. Lifting her from the floor, he retreated from
the danger. He kept focus. Reviewing what he had memorized
from Charles Gallagher's e-mail.
Letti gasped at the unexpected behavior but she wasn't
adverse to it. After all, he did something similar when he
had kissed her so suddenly in her apartment. It felt like
one of those fantasy moments, something right out of an old-
fashioned bodice ripper. Yet, the moment wasn't quite
right. There were those guys. Shouldn't they be a bit
prudent, or did the possibility of danger turn Tautβ¦wellβ¦
taut.
She struggled but he refused to release her. He couldn't
let her do anything that might spread the ricin. Gallagher
had provided photos of ricin victims. He would not allow
this to harm Letti. No one was to be hurt. Not again. Not
on his watch. That imperative directed his next decisions.
His hold was an aphrodisiac, animalistic, driven,
homogeneous with her want, placated only by submission to
it, and her body began to respond. Shallow short breaths
followed the intense heat smoldering in her groin,
incinerating any resistance, and guaranteeing conflagration
of raging flames of lust. The tight, pucker of her nipples
signaled her growing arousal, and heaviness attached itself
to her breasts, having that need to be touched. She
surrendered to his authority, submitted, and urged him with
her acquiesces to take more.
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