done.'
'Will they?' Blair asked. 'Washington politics never change. You know that, Cam. It's just more of the same in a different package.'
'Things will get easier foryou , at any rate. Now that he's been stopped-'
'You mean now that he's dead.'
'Yes,' Cam said softly. 'Now that he's dead, your life will be a little bit easier.'
'Do you have the final ID?'
Cam hesitated, but only for a second. 'No, not yet. Everything is being handled out of Quantico, and you probably know how notoriously slowly those wheels turn.'
'But there isn't any doubt, right?'
'There isn't any doubt we got the right man,' Cam said with as much conviction as she could convey. 'The ID remains open, but Savard took care of him.'
Blair shifted uneasily under the covers, acutely aware of what Camwasn't saying. The FBI task force had indeed gotten someone. Thatsomeone was presumably the man who had been stalking her, threatening her life, and endangering her entire team. She was too intelligent not to know that what Cam wasn't saying was that only time would tell if indeed the dead man was whom they'd been tracking.
'Are you going to make it for your mother's opening?' Blair asked, changing the subject intentionally. Neither of them could do anything to change the circumstances regarding Loverboy. There was no point in talking about it.
'I'm going to try,' Cam replied. 'I haven't made it to very many of them, and I know this one is particularly important. I'll do the best I can.'
'Good. I know she wouldn't say it, but I can tell she likes it when you're there.'
Cam sighed again and rubbed at the tension between her eyes. 'I know.'
'Go try to get some sleep.'
'I will,' Cam assured her, wondering if she could possibly, now, having heard the touch of forgiveness in Blair's voice.
'Call me tomorrow?' Blair asked.
'I will. As soon as I get a break. About the morning...Mac will be-'
'Cameron, Mac can handle things. I'm fine.'
'Right.' After a moment, Cam added softly, 'Goodnight, Blair.'
'Goodnight,' she whispered.
Blair shut off her cell and laid it on the bedside table. She drew the covers up to her shoulders and continued to stare out the window.
*****
Cam placed the receiver in the cradle, then stood and stretched. Her shoulders ached from the bruising she had sustained from being forcibly slammed to the ground by the concussive force of the explosion. She crossed the short distance to the window, drink in hand, and contemplated the skyline again.
Finally she drained the scotch and set it on the nearby bar. She needed to try to sleep. As she turned from the window, the phone rang.
Immediately, she grabbed it up.
'Roberts. She listened for a moment', then said, 'No, thats fine. Send her up'.
A minute later she opened her door to admit a tall, stately blond exquisitely attired in an expensive evening dress.
'Hello, Claire. Come in'.
Chapter Five
Cam opened her eyes in darkness, warm breath on the back of her neck. A woman pressed close-full breasts against her spine, an arm curving over the crest of her hip from behind, fingers moving softly over her skin. She started to turn onto her back, but the hand on her hip pressed forward, preventing her. A throaty voice spoke in her ear, familiar and commanding.
'No. Don't move. And keep your eyes closed.'
Still on her side, Cam closed her eyes and obeyed. Every cell was acutely focused on the knowing touch tracing the hollow of her hip, the curve of her ribs, and the long plane of her abdomen. Light teasing strokes drew the breath from her lungs in sharp, nearly painful gasps as particularly sensitive spots were tormented, then abandoned.
'Ahh'
'Shh.'
Soon she was heavy and hard, and she tilted her hips back to allow the questing hand to journey lower, between her thighs. Fingers parted her, sought her heat, and brushed feathersoft over nerve endings already twitching with arousal. She heard herself groan, shuddering as the fist of release pounded between her legs, and knew that surcease from the exquisite torture was not far away.
'Do you plan on making me come?' Cam whispered, her voice catching as her breath stuttered over peaks of excitement.
'Eventually.'
The touch continued working her length, tugging at sensitive skin and tracing tender folds-drawing forth her desire on a flood of urgency.
'Now? Jesus...'
'Be patient.'
'It's not...up to me anymore,' Cam managed, legs taut as the explosion gathered force. 'You're...in command.'
A husky laugh and the pressure of a thumb added to circling fingertips. 'I've always been in command. Isn't that how you've always wanted it?'
'You always...know...just how...to touch me,' Cam murmured, her hips lifting as her thighs parted, inviting entrance.
'Turn over on your stomach,' the honeyed voice ordered.
'I'm so close. Can't I co-'
'Just do it.'
Trembling, Cam turned onto her stomach, cradling the pillow in her arms, eyes closed tightly as she fought for control. She moaned as a hand slipped between her legs and claimed her again, this time entering her while sliding simultaneously over her clitoris.
'Oh, god-'
She was too far gone to contain the spiraling climax any longer-with another stroke or two, she would be gone.
'You're going to make me come,' she warned, barely breathing now.
'I know. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?'
'Yes. Yes, it's what I wanted. God, yes... Clai...'
Cam shot straight up in bed, shocked into wakefulness by the imminent orgasm. Gasping, she threw back the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, bracing herself with a hand on either side of her body, clutching the mattress as she struggled with her reeling senses.
'Jesus.'
Legs shaking, stomach clenched in preparation for release, she rode the thin edge of orgasm, finally forcing down the swell of arousal. The red numerals of the bedside clock read 6:05. She'd been in bed an hour. She was quite alone.
Sweat drenched and breathing heavily, she stood on wooden legs and walked unsteadily to the bathroom. Viciously, she twisted the knobs on the shower, stepped in, and leaned her forehead against the cool tiles as water began to stream from the shower head.
'Jesus,' she whispered again.
She couldn't remember anything like that ever happening before, and to have it happen now, after the
