Secret Service Agent Megan Pete and Normani Hamilton, the President's daughter, return in the sequel to Above All, Honor. Against Normani's wishes, Megan accepts reassignment as the chief of the security detail assigned to guard her. Amidst politica...
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Normani Hamilton, in paint-spattered jeans and a tee-shirt with the sleeves and lower half carelessly ripped off, stared at a five-foot-square canvas, a paintbrush in one hand. She walked slowly back and forth in front of the unfinished work, her mind as empty as she could make it. She let the color and the movement and the depth of the images take form without her conscious direction. Just as she reached to add a bit of red to one corner, her doorbell rang.
"Damn," she muttered, glancing at the clock at the far end of her loft. Just a little after eight a.m. Much too early for Mac to be arriving for a briefing, but it couldn't be anyone else. She didn't get unexpected visitors. She set the brush aside and wiped her hands on a soft cloth. Pushing an errant strand of brown hair behind one ear, she crossed to the door. When she glanced through the peephole out of habit, she blinked in surprise and stopped with her hand on the doorknob. She looked again, and her heart raced with surprise. She pulled the door open, crying, "Megan!" before jumping into the woman's arms and clinging to her like a koala on a tree.
Normani was unable to hide her pleasure, an uncommon lapse in her usual reserve. She had learned not to allow her emotions to show because her feelings were the only private things still left to her. Since she was twelve years old, her father had been a public figure, and as a result, she had been as well. Strangers had photographed her, or written about her, or sought to be close to her, all because of who her father was. She had never been sure if someone cared for her, or for her reputation. Megan had been different, and Normani had let her get close. Her face hurt from how hard she was smiling.
Laughing lightly then setting her back down, Megan Pete looked at Normani and felt her pulse quicken. She was every bit as beautiful as the last time she had seen her. Brown hair verging on black, thick and soft with freshly cut bangs, fell around her face and shoulders. A deceptively lithe body hid well-toned muscles. Blazing hrown eyes and a smile that could melt the polar ice caps made an already attractive face stunning. And underneath all that, seething sensuality coupled with an unbendable will. Astonishing.
Megan wanted so badly to touch her but couldn't. She didn't want to hurt her and knew she was about to. Despite her inner ramblings, her face revealed little of her desire or her regret as she smiled softly and answered, "Hello, Normani."
Normani was too intent on how good it was to see her to notice the slight reservation in her tone. She reached out, grabbed Megan's hand, and pulled her into the loft, slamming the door behind them. In the next instant, she had her hands in Megan's hair, her lips on her mouth, and their bodies pressed hard together, pinning her to the wall. When she'd temporarily satisfied her need to taste her, her tongue coming up off her neck with a hint saltiness, she pulled away a fraction and gasped, "God, I've missed you..."
Megan made an enormous effort to get her body under control. The unexpected onslaught had gone straight to her head. And other places. Her stomach was knotted with need, and her blood burned. She felt herself swell and grow heavy with arousal. She shook her head, trying to quiet her lust. "Normani–," she began. She had to tell her, and quickly, because she wasn't strong enough to resist. Didn't want to resist. "I–"
