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too.”
    Lucas nodded, his friend’s warning hitting home far more than Preston’s ever could. Jones was their boss, and while he was decent as far as managers went, he still had to keep his eye on the bottom line and kiss the arses of those above him. Tristan wasn’t spouting the party line or bullshitting him. His partner was merely trying to slap him with a reality check and Lucas appreciated it.
    “I won’t get in too deep, I promise,” he returned. “Besides, you’ll be there in the clinic with me. If I go over the top you can beat me about the head with a stick or something to keep me in check.”
    “Like you’d listen,” Tristan snorted. “I’d have shot anyone who’d tried to stop me being with Kimber. I doubt you’ll be any different.”
    Lucas grinned widely, amused.
    “Then I guess I’ll just have to not mess this up, won’t I?”
    Tristan winked at him.
    “I’m going to go and chat to the techs, since it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realise I’ll be the one scanning the data files and you’ll be the one playing knight errant to Ms Turner.”
    “How did you guess that’s how I’d want us to divvy up the tasks?” Lucas teased.
    Tristan gave him the finger and left.
    Lucas took a deep breath and tried to push the mental picture of long strawberry-blonde hair out of his mind. He could still so clearly visualise her struggling with those two goons, her back arching as she’d tried to wrestle free from their grip while they’d shoved her into the truck.
    Trying to calm himself, he instead imagined her straddling him, those long red locks flowing down her back which was bowed in pleasure. He would thrust himself deeply inside her, those pale green eyes piercing him. He’d sheath his cock fully within her tightly clenched pussy. Her warmth would encompass him when she swallowed his dick deeply into her. He imagined her taking him far within her, until his balls slapped against her soft skin.
    Panting, Lucas realised too late he’d let his fantasy go too far. His shaft pressed beneath the zipper of his slacks, hard and erect.
    “Damn it,” he cursed and closed his eyes. This woman had been taken advantage of enough. He didn’t need to be fantasising about her, wishing he could hold her and feel the softness of her skin when heaven knew what she’s already been put through. Since when was he such an idiot?
    Lucas forced his mind away from her. He had to write out the course of action he and Tristan would use in their attempt to rescue Abigail. First there would be the paperwork surrounding a request for the equipment they would need, then—the mental picture of Abigail’s large, green eyes filled the darkness behind his closed lids.
    Her silky hair fell to either side of her face, her skin pale as porcelain. Lucas could see the tiny smattering of freckles over her nose as she bent down. He was seated and she on her knees before him. She would part those rosy red lips, swallow down around his aching shaft.
    In his fantasy she sucked him down like a pro, the heat of her mouth and throat surrounding his cock even better than her dripping cunt. She bobbed her head, her strawberry locks swaying against his legs and falling halfway down the slender line of her naked back. Abigail would flick her tongue out to run it along the head of his shaft, collecting his pearls of cum. She’d then swallowed them down, the motion caressing his cock like a heated fist.
    “Fuck it,” Lucas stood and stalked to the men’s room. He needed release right now. The bloody reports could wait a minute or two. Lucas fully understood he needed to get a hold of himself when it came to this woman, but he was too far gone. Right now he needed to come with an urgency he hadn’t felt since he was in his teens.
    After he’d finished, then he could write the damn reports and go and rescue this alluring, intoxicating, bloody frustrating woman of his fantasies.

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Abigail still struggled to