" She stood there, rooted to the spot, until he murmured, “Relax, this is all part of our cover.”
His words were like ice water right in the face. He’d just kissed her as part of their cover. That brief brush over her lips and she didn’t want to relax, she wanted to take all his clothes off. Peel that charcoal gray suit off him and kiss every inch of his ripped, naked body.
Instead of indulging in that insanity and getting arrested for public indecency—and tearing open old wounds—she took a small step back. Just like that, she could breathe again. "

― Katie Reus , A Covert Affair (Deadly Ops, #5)