<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Oh.  My," she breathed.  Wards were suddenly the furthest thing from her mind... except as a tool to get him close enough to her apartment to talk him inside.<br/>
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It wasn't often she found a man who could legitimately overpower her.  She'd worked damned hard for her rank at the FBI, and in the process had made herself unattainable to most of her male coworkers.  There were always a few who wanted to try -- but it was rare for her to fall into bed with anybody at all.  Rarer still for it to be somebody who could best her on the field of battle -- because she hadn't been boasting without reason about her shooting ability.  She might not look it, but she was a top ranked field agent and could have worked SWAT if she'd wanted... she didn't.<br/>
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She wanted something now, though.  "Maybe I wanted you to chase me," she murmured.  "Chase me, until I catch you."  She leaned into him, letting her breasts brush against his arm.  "You're the winner of the day, aren't you... and to the victor go the spoils."</span></span>