The warm breath on her neck and throat sent a shiver through her body. Rugged, day-old whiskers brushed against her jaw. Deirdre inhaled the male smel...s of his skin, yesterday’s aftershave, and his freshly washed cotton shirt. His lips trailed back and forth along the ridge of her collarbone now and she let her head fall back, inviting soft, wet kisses on her throat. Her free right hand slid under his shirt, stroking his muscled back. She trembled softly when Fitz wedged a hand between their. ”Oh shit, I thought. The look in her eyes was sensual – dangerous. I asked, “What are you talking about?”She smiled and leaned on my desk. She was posing, showing off her lithe body, and making no attempt to hide it. “I can’t see you cheating, so if Mom wasn’t giving it up all this time, then you have to be feeling neglected.”She took another step toward me, letting her fingertips glide along my desk, and never breaking eye contact. I held up a hand, prayed my voice wouldn’t fail me, and. .. there was a whole lot more of the same. More computer terminals. More big metal boxes with blinking lights, which Emily guessed to be servers, although she wasn't sure. More wires, more boxes, more everything.And more cameras, too. They looked more expensive as well, high-definition stuff, or so Emily thought. It looks really, really expensive, Emily thought wonderingly, almost forgetting for a moment the sinful sounds echoing throughout the basement, where ... where did he get the money. He enters the library and finds it half filled with as his sister put it, nerds. Sarah is leaning her hip up against a table, idly flipping through a magazine. She jumps and curses loudly when she feels hands on her shoulders. The low sexy chuckle in her ear lets her know it is Mark. She smiles softly to herself before turning to face him.“Hello, sweet sister,” he says as he pushes her in between a row of books, out of the sight of any prying eyes. Then he takes her lips between his.The feeling.