Thanks to everyone who's stuck with this. A short, smutty chapter before we get back to some plot again.

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Chapter 7

"Hope, what are you doing here? In Morocco, I mean."

"Honestly? I have no idea."

She was lying next to him on the sofa with her face buried in his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.

"Mmmm. You always smell so good. I swear I could pick you out in a crowd blindfolded."

His fingers trailed idly along the soft skin of her thigh.

"You really don't know?"

She sat up, resting her chin on his chest.

"Nope. I got a call telling me to be at the airport, and I flew in with what was left of your luggage from the apartment. No orders, no explanation, nothing."

"Do you think he knows about me and you?"

"Well he certainly knows we're rather more than good friends. Everywhere we went we were being spied on, and I'm guessing it must have been fairly obvious from the body language."

He traced the outline of her lips with a fingertip and she shivered, already wanting him again.

"You don't think he's spying on us here, do you? Maybe he's some kind of voyeur, and we're starring in his latest porno film."

She grinned, leaning in to kiss him.

"Well, at least we put on a good show. I think we're safe enough away from the house, but I wouldn't be surprised if that whole place is bugged, even the bedrooms."

She wriggled against him teasingly, aware of his rapidly growing erection.

"Maybe I should do another Meg Ryan in your room one night, give him something to think about. Does the bed creak? That always helps."

She felt the rumble of his chuckle and then he fell silent for a few seconds.

"I would've come looking for you, you know. If we'd ever got away from him."

"Even after the way I'd behaved?"

He nodded, a naughty twinkle in his eye.

"Of course, it's a complete no-brainer. You've got such nice tits and you're great in the sack."

She smacked his arm, smirking.

"I'd have tried to find you again too."

He raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. You've got those sexy bedroom eyes and those broad shoulders. And such a big .. hard …"

Her hand wandered down his body, but he grabbed it, rolling over and pinning her underneath him.

"Not so fast. I think you'll find it's my turn to have you now, madam."

She struggled against his grip, her eyes alight with desire.

"I thought you already did."

He shook his head.

"Actually, as I recall, you had me."

She bit her lip, gazing up at him seductively, understanding exactly what he meant. He needed to be in control, wanted to be the dominant one this time, and the arousal began to pool between her thighs. She loved it when he played the alpha-male, it was such a turn-on, and she felt her heart rate increase in anticipation.

He stood then, pulling her up into his arms as his mouth sought hers, his tongue sliding between her lips, searching, probing, demanding. Without breaking bodily contact, he walked her slowly back to the desk and spun her round, pushing her down and kicking her legs apart. She gasped as he slipped two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out as she moaned enthusiastically, pushing back, needing more.

"Quinn, please … want you …"

He didn't hesitate, burying himself in her up to the hilt and pausing to stroke a finger teasingly down her spine. His voice was gravelly with desire.

"What does it feel like when I'm inside you?"

She tried to collect her thoughts, knowing her answer was important.

"Like we're a perfect fit."

He began to move, gently at first, teasing little thrusts.

"And how does it feel when I make you come?"

Her whole body was on fire for him now, she wanted to lose herself, to feel not think, but she made one final valiant effort. Her voice shook with passion, her breathing erratic.

"Like … I'm melting into you … and nothing else matters …"

He drove her slowly, relentlessly to a mind-blowing climax, the tears springing to her eyes with the force of her emotions, and he followed her into blissful oblivion with a groan of pure pleasure.

Afterwards, he wrapped her in his arms and neither of them spoke for a long while.

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Hassan watched unseen from the shadows as they lingered by the staircase, reluctant to part. Quinn took her face between his hands and kissed her tenderly on the lips, squeezing her fingers one last time before they headed off to their separate rooms.

The Moroccan nodded to himself in satisfaction: apparently he'd been right about them, it was clearly love rather than just lust. He thought about Mackenzie, lurking like a spider at the edge of his complex web of corruption: it appeared they were all trapped like helpless flies one way or another, but things weren't always as they seemed. He was supposed to be his employer's eyes and ears while he was away, but there were some things Mackenzie didn't need to know, especially as certain well-laid plans were due to come to fruition very soon …

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Hope the ending was intriguing enough to keep you reading. More soon, work permitting.