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  Hard Target

  The Target Series

  Book 2

  Marquita Valentine

  Hard Target

  Copyright © 2016 by Marquita Valentine

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or any events or occurrences, is purely coincidental. The characters and story lines are created from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Acknowledgements

  Special Thanks to Autumn, Andrea and Amanda—The Triple A-Team. I don’t know if they know I think of them like that, but I do. You guys are awesome and amazing and out of sight (wait, that didn’t start with an a, but you have to know what I’m talking about, right?!)

  Big Breakout the Handcuffs Thanks to Andris Bear and her husband for schooling me on police procedures. Also, Andris is the best crit partner a girl could ever have in life.

  Like Whoa Thanks to Carly Phillips for her uncanny ability to nail characterization every flipppin’ time. You are inspiring!

  Grateful Thanks to Liliana Hart and Scott Silverii as well as the entire SilverHart team. Thanks for taking a chance on this series and brining it back to life.

  Thanks to my readers for being the best readers in the history of readers. I couldn’t do this without you.

  Last, but never least, I have to thank my family for putting up with me and supporting me. I love you guys! xo

  Table of Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Acknowledgements

  About the Book

  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

  Epilogue

  About Moving Target

  About the Author

  Other SilverHart Authors

  Books by Marquita Valentine

  Ten years ago, Benjamin Romanov left behind a world of violence and intrigue. Now he’s living the dream as the chief technology officer at PharmGen, the world’s largest provider of vaccinations. The perks are amazing—a luxury penthouse, fast car, and his pick of women. The only downside to his job is reporting employees for less than scrupulous e-mail practices, but when he is forced to confront an employee in the lab, he ends up preventing a security guard from killing an innocent woman.

  Receptionist Morgan Tanner never meant to get caught in the crosshairs of a deal gone wrong. All she wanted was one night of excitement with the sexy and elusive Benjamin Romanov. But now they’re on the run, and Benjamin thinks she has something to do with why everyone wants to kill them. Only she has no idea what’s going on at all—she was only in the lab to deliver a time-sensitive package.

  With time running out, Benjamin must find a way to protect an innocent woman while keeping his distance… and expose PharmGen to the world before the deadly virus is unleashed.

  Chapter One

  Benjamin

  PharmGen, London Headquarters

  “It wasn’t me.”

  If I had a quid for every time I heard that, I would…well, I’d only have thirty-five quid, but that’s not the bloody point. The point is that in my line of work, I hear it all the blasted time and it’s become annoying as hell.

  Sure, one could say that I bring it upon myself, but honestly, to ferret out rats and moles is in my job description at PharmGen. It’s a far-sight better than what I used to do as one of the grandsons of the head of the Bratva.

  Murder. Espionage. Global banking.

  Yeah, I’ve gone all straight and narrow. With my employer’s blessing and dictate, I legally spy.

  Admittedly, it’s not my favorite part of my job, but I console myself with the fact that the people I report on are disloyal, a character trait I loathe. They are the ones sending company secrets to our competitors, or looking for ways to cheat our employer out of millions.

  “You’ve got the wrong guy, Romanov,” Clark insists.

  Slowly, I shake my head. “Afraid I don’t.” I push the packet of emails across the desk to him. In this digital world, there is something so satisfying about the physical. “This was downloaded directly from your computer’s hard drive, then personally printed out by me.”

  “Bullshit.”

  Leveling him with a look, I say, “You do realize that everything you do on your laptop here, or at home, is tracked?”

  He starts to argue again. “It’s not—”

  “Check the fucking packet, Clark.” That’s another quid.

  Fingers shaking, he pulls it to him and begins to read. His face pales. “But I used the private browser,” he says more to himself than to me.

  “We monitor keystrokes.”

  That seems to take the fight out of him. “What happens now?”

  “You quit.”

  “But I’ll lose my retirement,” he protests.

  “Better than being sued.”

  He nods, then visibly swallows. “Anything else?”

  “A deposit in the amount of last year’s salary will be deposited into your account by the close of business.”

  He swipes his hand over his face. “My wife is going to kill me.”

  “Again, better than the alternative.” I’m not threatening him with harm. I’m reminding him that PharmGen’s pockets are deep and to sue him wouldn’t cause anyone to lose sleep.

  “You’re a bloody prat, Romanov.” Clark stands, plowing his hand through his white-blonde hair and making it stand on in. He looks like a mad scientist, which isn’t far from the truth. He was the lead lab specialist.

  Looks like Dr. Bhamra is getting a promotion tomorrow.

  “Actually, I’m doing my job.”

  He starts for the door and I alert security. He’s their problem now. “One day you’ll be on the receiving end.”

  As soon as he’s gone, I grab my jacket and head down to the local pub. While employees at PharmGen are firmly an international mix, the Crown and Pegasus is most decidedly English.

  I walk into the semi-crowded lobby, scanning my ID card and tipping up my chin to the security guards before risking a peek to the right.

  There she sits—one of the most beautiful women in existence. She’s also one of the most forbidden. Right up there with married women and mistresses of dangerous men.

  Naturally, I want her more than life itself.

  Morgan Tanner smiles, lighting up the entire foyer, as she answers the phone.

  In her smart, yellow twinset and navy pencil skirt, she is the stuff office fantasies are made of. Honestly, I wonder if the secretarial side of the company was made to watch Mad Men in order to emulate the style. Have to say that I whole-heartedly approve.

  “Welcome to PharmGen. This is Morgan. How can I help you?” Her slow southern drawl reminds me of my second home in Asheville, North Carolina. Through a series of very fortunate events, my brother and I were able to leave the Bratva relatively unscathed. While he has had the love of a good woman for the past decade to help him transition into a new life, I’ve only had this company.

  Wome
n aren’t hard to come by in London, or any of my other favorite holiday spots, but they are not Morgan Tanner. For over a year, I’ve endured her nearness, endured the light scent of her perfume whenever I had the pleasure to be in an elevator with her.

  Basically, I’ve been torturing myself, much like my brother did before he finally allowed Everly to be a part of his life. Only that had almost gotten her killed.

  While I know my past is firmly in the past, I can’t seem to shake it, can’t seem to shake the feeling that I’m being watched. And judged.

  Fuck them.

  My decision was made a long time ago. In the light is where I belong, not back in the shadows and living a half-life.

  “Mr. Romanov.”

  I turn, my body going hard the closer Morgan gets. She waves at me, her breasts bouncing as she practically jogs over to me in her sexy heels, her purse swinging wildly on her arm as she goes. A most impressive feat considering how slick the marble floors are.

  “Ms. Tanner. How can I help you?” I ask, keeping my tone light. Smooth.

  “I was hoping you could have drinks with me at the Crown and Pegasus this afternoon.”

  I nearly swallow my tongue. “Drinks?”

  She blushes, her blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yes. Drinks.”

  “Like a date?” I can’t help but ask.

  She nods, her blonde hair sliding forward. It’s cut along her chin, giving me plenty of access to her graceful neck. If I were of a mind to kiss her there. Most assuredly, I want to kiss her there.

  “Mr. Pinter’s assistant sent out an email blast last night. Company policy has changed. Basically, as long as you’re not directly my boss, then fraternization is okay.”

  I’d love to fraternize the hell out of her. “Out of all the people here, you want to go have drinks with me.” This is too good to be true, has to be… Or a great cosmic joke.

  “You can check first if you want.” Suddenly her eyes widen and her hand briefly covers her mouth. “Oh, I get it. Never mind. Sorry.” She attempts to spin around, but her heels slip on the floor and she starts to wobble. I grab her before she can fall. The palm of my hand connects with her warm skin.

  A jolt of lust hits me so hard that I’m shocked I’m not the one with wobbly legs.

  “I’m actually pleased you’ve invited me to drinks,” I manage to say, but I don’t let go of her arm. This is the first time I’ve ever touched her and I want to savor it.

  “You are?”

  “Quite.”

  She bites her on bottom lip for a moment, then she gives me one of her glorious smiles. “Okay, then.”

  “Shall we be off?” Finally, I let go of her arm and offer my elbow. I can be a proper gentleman when the occasion calls for it.

  “Let’s go.” She slips her arm around mine and we walk outside.

  Carrying on small talk along the way, it takes no time at all to get to the pub and even less time to be seated.

  I order two beers and some chips from the bar and then join Morgan at a table near the rear of the pub, keeping my back to the wall. An old habit, I’ll never be rid of, no matter what.

  “So, we’ve worked together—”

  “I wouldn’t say that we’ve worked together.”

  “Touché,” I reply with a grin. “How about we’ve worked in the same building for over a year and I barely know you.”

  She tilts her head to one side. “I find that hard to believe.”

  “Really?”

  “Yup. You’re the Chief Tech officer. I assume you know everything about everyone.”

  “Just the important bits, but I don’t do background checks on employees.” No my purpose here is far more nefarious.

  “What are my important bits?”

  Despite my best efforts, my gaze drops to her lips, then further down to her breasts before coming back to rest on her face. “You’re from Roswell, Georgia. Majored in communications at University, but as a study-abroad student, you decided to permanently move to London. Excellent student, by the way. No arrest record, no parking tickets… no tickets at all, actually.”

  She blinks at me. “Wow. You’ve just summed up the last six years of my life… and I’m the most boring person in the world.”

  Our beers and chips are delivered to our table, and I wait for Morgan to tuck into the chips before responding.

  “I don’t know. Sometimes boring can be an exceptionally good thing.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Only someone with an exceptionally exciting life can say that.”

  I take a drink of my beer. “You’ve got me there. Spying on employees, even legally, is the highlight of my days.”

  She snorts. “You are so full of it.”

  “All right then. You tell me your most important bits.” God, I enjoy talking to her. Way more than I should. No email has been sent. I’m sure of it. “Promise I won’t tell anyone.”

  “Fine. I like knitting, hiking, meeting new people, and reading romance novels.” She wrinkles her nose. “Oh geez. That was actually my profile on MakeMeaMatch.com.”

  Amused, I ask, “Did you make a match?”

  She sucks in air through her teeth, wincing. “Yeah—nope.”

  Throwing my head back, I laugh.

  “Not funny.” She punches me in the shoulder, but the pain barely registers. One, her hit isn’t that hard, nor is it meant to be. Two, I’ve taken much worse. “Seriously, Mr. uh… Benjamin?”

  “You can call me Ben if I can call you Morgan.”

  “Seriously Ben, that was really low to laugh at me.”

  “I wasn’t laughing at you, but—”

  A mock scowl covers her face. “If you finish that sentence by saying that you were laughing with me, I will punch you again.”

  “Are you flirting with me, Morgan?”

  “If you consider pain flirting, then absolutely.”

  I lean in closer to her. “I absolutely want more.”

  Her eyes widen and the vein at the base of her neck starts beating rapidly. “How much more?”

  “I want to take you home with me.”

  She squirms in her seat. Oh yes, she is most definitely wanting more as well. “To teach you to knit?”

  “To fuck,” I say rather baldly.

  “You want me to teach you that?” her voice squeaks as she turns a bright shade of red.

  “I’m always open to learn new things.” I wink at her.

  “Oh.” She turns her attention back to her beer. “I um…”

  “Too much?” I’m not sorry I said it, but I am sorry that she’s not of the same mind.

  “No.” She makes a face, shaking her head. “I’m in way over my head with you. I don’t think I’m what you’re really looking for in a, um, date.”

  Shit. I don’t want her to leave. Covering her hand with mine, I say, “You are exactly what I want in a date.” Never mind I rarely date. Never mind that I don’t let women, or men for that matter, get too close to me. “How about you and I enjoy our beer, then see where the night takes us?”

  “I’d like that,” she says with a shy smile. “And I’m glad that you don’t mind if I slow things down a bit.”

  “Don’t mind at all,” I assure her.

  Chapter Two

  Benjamin

  My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. I can barely punch in the code to my lock while Morgan’s mouth works its way down my chest. Her clever hands plunge inside my trousers. She finds my hard cock and starts to stroke me.

  My arm shoots out, steadying me while I order myself to focus.

  Isn’t easy though.

  Considering that I’m standing in the middle of the bloody hallway, half undressed with a woman’s hand down my pants, I’m lucky that I eventually get it right on the third try.

  The door falls open and we stumble inside.

  “You won’t hate me in the morning, will you?” she asks as I kick at the door. It shuts and automatically locks.

  “No.” Framing her face in
my hands, I bring her mouth to mine, intent upon devouring every inch of her. “I could never hate you.”

  It shocks me to my very bones that there is no small voice protesting this, that the hard punch of reality is silent.

  Stop reading into this, I remind myself. You want her. She wants you. That’s all there is.

  Letting go of her face, I grab her up by her thighs and push her against the wall. She wraps her shapely legs around me, her fingers working at the small buttons of her cardigan.

  “I hate this stupid thing,” she nearly growls.

  “If you will allow me?”

  She nods.

  I take the material in my hand and rip it open.

  “Holy crap.” She grabs my face, slamming her mouth to mine again. Apparently, I did a good thing. She starts grinding against me. A very, very good thing.

  We become frantic, grabbing at one another’s clothes. More buttons fly across the room, pinging as they hit the wall and floor. My shirt tears at the seam, but I don’t give a damn.

  Finally, we are skin against skin, her breasts pressed against my chest. They’re not small, but they’re not large either. I think they’re—“fucking perfect.”

  “What?”

  I nibble on her ear. “Your tits. They’re perfect.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  Leaning back a little to gaze into her pretty blue eyes, I ask, “Still sure about this?”

  “One hundred percent.”

  I walk us to my living room, pushing her down onto the sofa. Her ass is on the cushioned arm, practically presenting her pussy to me as a gift. I get down on my knees, spread her thighs apart and begin to kiss my way up to where she’s bare.

  Apparently, Morgan is a fan of waxing while I am a fan of Morgan being a fan of waxing. Sliding my hands under her bum, I lift her to my mouth and suck her clit.

  She nearly comes off the sofa, her hands going to my head. Instead of pushing me away or trying to tear my hair out, she hangs on and begins to move her hips. I drag a knuckle over her and slide in a finger. She’s warm, tight, and incredibly wet. All I want to do is sink my cock inside of her and not come out for days.