Elle James - Blown Away

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This book is dedicated to my friends Stephen, Debbie,

Janelle, Brenna and Jenny for all their help with the

Washington, D.C., setting and the inner workings of the

Rayburn Building. Without your help, this book would

not have happened. Thank you!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue

Sean McNeal strode into the bedroom of the suite, a cup of coffee balanced in one hand. He stood for a moment enjoying the sight of legislative assistant Tessa Janine Barton sleeping. She insisted on being called TJ, reasoning that Tessa was too sweet, and she didn’t consider herself sweet, although Sean disagreed.

Her chin-length sandy-blond hair spread out on the pillowcase in a semicircle and her cheeks were still flushed a rosy pink from making love into the small hours of the morning. The one thing he liked most about TJ was the intensity she applied to everything—her job, her politics and especially sex.

He’d known her only two weeks and, despite his vow to never let a woman sneak beneath the radar screen and clobber his defenses, he felt TJ had done just that. For the past few days Sean had been thinking dangerous thoughts of ever-after with one woman—a stream of consciousness he’d never swam up. TJ Barton with her athletic body, passion for life and ability to laugh just when you needed it most had slipped beneath his skin.

He’d fallen hard and rather than regret it, he woke each morning looking forward to seeing her face on the pillow beside him. What would happen when they returned to the States and resumed their mutually disparate lives? Would he go back to being the perpetually single bachelor, utterly devoted to his job and nothing else?

Sean didn’t want to think beyond today and TJ’s beautiful body lying naked beneath the sheets. Rather than go to work, he wanted to yank off the tie strangling his throat, crawl out of the business suit he felt so alien in and get naked with her. Maybe spend the day in bed, recapturing the magic of last night’s lovemaking.

Unfortunately, he had a job to do and so did she. He leaned over her and pressed a kiss to the erogenous zone behind her ear—that sensitive spot that drove her crazy. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

“Ummmm.” She stretched, her lithe form outlined beneath the sheets. “What time is it?” Her voice was like soft gravel, a sexy whisper clouded with sleep.

“Your meeting begins in twenty minutes.”

Her body halted in mid-stretch and her eyes flew open. “What?”

He really liked that her eyes were the deep brown of dark chocolate in stark contrast to her sandy-blond hair. “You have twenty minutes before you’re expected at the embassy.” He smacked her thigh. “Get up.”

“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” She sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist, exposing the smooth skin and taut lines of her upper body and pert breasts.

“You looked so sexy, I hated to wake you. Besides, it’s only a block to the embassy. If you hurry, you’ll even have time for this cup of coffee.” Truth was he’d felt guilty for keeping her up making love until two in the morning.

“Haddock will be furious if I’m not there on time.” She flung the sheets aside and stood beside him.

Sean smoothed a hand down her hip and pulled her against him. “I’m all for skipping our meetings and staying here.” Pressing a kiss to her lips, one hand slid up her back and the other down over her naked bottom.

“Ummm.” Her tongue delved between his lips and dueled with his; her hands slipped beneath his jacket to wrap around his waist. She squeezed him hard and leaned back. “As interesting as the possibility sounds, I have to be there. Congressman Haddock is ready to wrap up this meeting with Dindian Prime Minister Abediayi and get back to the States.” One more hard kiss and she pushed away.

Sean sighed. Back to the States. Back to the real world of high-paced metro living, where people barely had time to think much less get to know each other. “Does he still plan to leave the day after tomorrow?”

“If he can, he’d like to leave sooner,” she said from the bathroom. “It all depends on the outcome of today’s meeting. What about you?”

“My plans are fluid. I can come and go as I please, within reason.”

“Must be nice to be your own boss.” She strode back through the bedroom wearing a shell-pink bra and matching lace panties.

Sean resisted the urge to grab her and throw her on the bed. His business was her business, only he hadn’t filled her in on all the details. In his line of work, the less everyone knew about his real job, the better. The outer shell he’d constructed was enough for anyone to know, including TJ.

As far as TJ Barton and personnel at the embassy were concerned, he was a business consultant there to assist the small African nation of Dindi with their application for assistance from the U.S. government through the Millennium Challenge program. His covert duty as a Stealth Operations Specialist was ferreting out insider information on Dindi and on terrorist activities purportedly sponsored by their president’s opposing political party, or any other faction that could impact the congressman’s visit.

He checked his watch. Marty Sikes expected him at the embassy in five minutes. “I need to go.”

TJ zipped the back of her simple black skirt and padded over to him in bare feet. “Will I see you later?”

He nodded, staring down into her shining brown eyes. “Can’t promise when.”

“Me either.” She stood on tiptoe and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I wish the day was already over.”

“Same here.” He returned the pressure, holding her close for only a moment more before he let go. The day ahead already seemed too long and he wasn’t sure he liked feeling anxious to get through it.

“Sean?”

Pausing at the door, he turned toward her.

“This has been crazy, these last two weeks.” One hand pushed her hair behind her ear, a habit she only displayed when she was nervous.

“Absolutely.” Sean’s gut knotted. He’d enjoyed the last two weeks, but was he ready to admit it meant more than just a fling?

She smiled, her face lighting the room. “I’ve had fun.”

His belly flipped over that smile. “Same here.”

Her lips straightened and her brow furrowed in that way he knew meant she was about to say something that meant a lot to her.

Recognizing and reading body language were all part of Sean’s job. Sometimes he wished he wasn’t so good at it. He found himself praying she wouldn’t say anything declaratory, especially the L word. He’d never experienced love and he wasn’t convinced it really existed. Even when he was a boy, that emotion was illusive. The only child of an alcoholic father, he hadn’t known real affection. And his mother had split when he was barely five.

Nor was he certain he wanted the debilitating limitations involved with being in love. He’d watched his pal Marty go from a totally focused, leap-into-action S.O.S. agent to one who stopped to consider all his actions carefully before pursuing the one most reasonable and least life-threatening.