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Paige’s mouth curled into a distorted O as he smiled at her and knelt on the floor, pushing her legs farther apart to accommodate the width of his shoulders. Her pussy clenched at the movement, fluttering her tight bud peeking out from between her plump lips. Brogan groaned. God he loved it when she made it shudder like that.

He inhaled again, sighing at the strong aroma of earthy berries and womanly musk. “Do you have any idea how delicious you smell?” He hummed as he collected more cream on his finger and licked it clean. “I could lap at you all night long.”

“Go ahead, but I doubt your cock will last that long.”

Brogan raised his eyebrow, loving the hint of authority she’d put in her voice. “You’re feeling brazen tonight, aren’t you, baby?” He tsked at her. “Might not be good to challenge me when your body seems so ripe for the taking.”

Paige tried to feign indifference, but her body gave away her neediness when he slipped a single finger inside her sex. Her inner muscles clenched around his invasion, and her head fell back on a luscious moan.

“So fucking tight,” he said, spreading some of the warm juice around her clit.

Her hips bucked up, slapping her ass on the table when they came back down. Brogan smiled as the slight hurt increased her excitement. Maybe he’d spank her later, too. For now, he had other plans.

“Okay, baby. I want to eat my prize. But I want you to help me out.” He held her open with two fingers. “I want you to circle that pretty little clit and give me all that sweet cream to enjoy.”

Paige hesitated for a moment, staring at her splayed thighs and where his fingers held her open before flashing him a wicked smile. She raised her finger to her mouth and bobbed along the length, tearing a gravely rasp from his throat. Holding his gaze in hers, she inched her hand down her body, skimming her skin until she reached his fingers. She traced each digit, scratching lightly at his skin before moving slightly lower and brushing her clit.

A breathy moan lit the air, and Brogan watched as she made graceful circles around her nub, causing the tiny bud to tighten until it turned a deep shade of pink. Cream gathered along her splayed lips, easing out in greedy expectation. He gave her one last smile before leaning forward and swiping the tip of his tongue through her slit.

A muffled scream broke the silence, and he glanced up to see her bottom lip snagged between her teeth. She’d cocked her head against her shoulder in an attempt to quiet the sound, but nothing was going to prevent him from hearing her yell his name.

Brogan licked again, this time swirling his tongue around her fingers as he helped spread the warm juice around her clit. Muted words filtered through the room, but he couldn’t quite make them out. He pulled back slightly, watching the delicate nail flick over her nub.

“Damn, you’re sexy,” he rasped. “Your finger all covered in your cream as it slides over your perfectly pink flesh.” He looked up at her. “Let me taste it.”

Her glazed eyes darkened and she lifted her finger to his lips, moaning as he suckled the digit clean, licking up and down each side before nodding back at her pussy.

“Now dip it inside so I can have some more.”

Emotions he wasn’t prepared for rioted through him as she obeyed his demand, sinking her finger deep inside before slowly removing it and offering the creamy juice to him. His chest constricted around a ball of guilt as the honeyed flavor burst across his tongue. He never should have lied to her, regardless of the circumstances. He should have found a way to take her with him. But even as her eyes closed on a long sigh and her clit pulsed in need, he knew it was only a wish. Just being here—with her—went against every rule and instinct, and he knew, once the sun blazed above the horizon, bleeding the night with splashes of orange, he’d have to leave her again.

Conflicting arguments whirled in his head as he continued to dine on her, watching her slip her finger inside only to offer him the sweet nectar she’d gathered from her weeping channel. He’d hurt her…destroyed a part of her soul if she felt anything like him…and yet she came to him, full of love without a single word or promise. If nothing else, he owed her what was left of the man she’d fallen in love with. The man he wished he could be again.

“God, I could go days living on just your juice. But I’m afraid this isn’t quick enough for me.” He reached up and placed her hand back on the table. “I suggest you hold on, baby. Looks like it’s about to get bumpy again.”

Paige had barely curled her fingers around the edge of the table when he attacked her clit, licking like a man given an order. He could feel her body tighten under his assault, as her thighs began to tremble. They clenched tighter around his shoulders, trapping him as if she were afraid he’d leave her wet and wanting. But he had every intention of making their chance encounter better than any fantasy she’d conjured up in his absence.

“Now, Brogan. Oh god. Yes!”

Brogan flicked her clit then speared his tongue inside her sex, feeling the walls spasm as her orgasm seized control, contracting her muscles in sequence. He spared a quick glance up at her, feeling his cock flare at the sight. Her head was thrown back as her mouth opened on a soundless scream. The tendons in her neck strained beneath her pale skin and her eyes were clenched shut. Pride reared inside him and he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until she’d shattered the night with his name. He moved back to her clit and sucked.

Paige’s voice gurgled from a husky plea into a full-fledged wail, ending in an ear-splitting version of his name. A smug smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and he couldn’t seem to wipe it off before gazing up at her face.

She stared down at him, a mixture of pure ecstasy and sorrow etched across her expression. But she quickly schooled her features, allowing only the lingering pleasure to show.

Brogan stood up, worry creasing his brow. He sensed she was hiding something from him, but before he could ask, she grazed her hand across his erection, pausing to squeeze the hard length through his jeans. Reasonable thought ceased, and he reached for her bra, wishing he’d taken the time to remove the scrap of lace earlier and feast on her breasts. But as he freed her mounded flesh to the warm air, his plan to devour each turgid point toppled when she gripped the fly of his jeans and ripped it open, breaking the silence again with the harsh sound of metal tearing apart.

He grabbed at her hands, stopping her from shoving his jeans down as he reached into his back pocket and removed his wallet. She hissed her disapproval when he removed a thin foil packet before shoving the leather folder back into his pants.

“There’s only cold water and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he said. “If I’m going to hold true to my promise, I’ll need you fresh and clean for the next round.”

Her eyes widened, then narrowed as she nodded, reaching again for his pants. He didn’t stop her this time as she fisted the waistband and shoved his jeans and boxers down, using her feet to push them toward his ankles. He shifted onto one foot, pulling one leg free before shuffling again and kicking his jeans under the table. Her mouth opened on a low moan as his cock sprang forward, slapping his stomach before bobbing to a halt with the head jutting straight toward her. She licked her lips, obviously anticipating that he’d want her to return the favor, only to gasp in surprise when he placed his hands on her chest and pushed her backwards, until her shoulder blades touched the table.

Brogan gave her just enough time to shift her back before lifting her legs and placing her ankles on his shoulders. Paige speared her gaze at him, looking as if she was going to complain, when he brushed the head of his cock through her slit, soaking the condom with her juices. A harsh rasp erupted from his lips as the heat of her cream burned through the thin barrier, dousing his shaft in what felt like liquid fire.

Paige cried out when he made another pass, flicking over her sensitized clit, making her hands fist at her side. She tried to reach for him, but he chose that moment to sink the head inside her, and she slammed her fists against the table in what he guessed was an effort to kill the scream twisting her mouth into a thin line.

Brogan leaned forward, smiling at the hiss that passed through her clenched teeth as the shift in position pressed his cock even deeper, rubbing it against her G-spot.

“You can fight it all you like, baby, but I intend on hearing you scream my name again.” He slowly inched forward, pausing with half his length buried inside her. “Multiple times.”

He moved, sheathing himself to the hilt in her wet heat, crying out at the way her pussy spasmed and rippled around him. Already she was close to exploding for him and he’d done nothing but claim her channel once. Pleasure coursed through his veins as he eased out, feeling every inch of her pussy tremble in his retreat. He stopped, flared head in her sex, his balls drawn tight before sliding back in, slamming his sac against her ass.

Her butt shimmied from the impact, shaking the table beneath them. He thrust again, this time moving her across the surface. She scratched at his arms, thrashing her head side to side as every stroke of his cock brought her body closer to the edge. He could see her climax building. The way her stomach clenched and released in perfect sequence to the pistoning of his shaft, and how her eyes dilated then squeezed shut as a red flush fused her skin until it shone in the light. Sweat beaded along her chest, reflecting tiny pools of color. He kept moving, biting back the tight feeling burning through his sac and into his cock. He didn’t want the moment to end.

“Now. Fuck. Me. Now!”

Her voice was raw and the raspy sound pushed him over the edge. Brogan granted her wish, pounding into her with such force the entire table rocked across the floor, scraping the wood as it jiggled and danced. Paige’s voice became a continuous echo of his name as she arched off the table, her breasts pointing at the ceiling, her nipples leading the way.

Brogan reached forward and pinched each tiny bud, rolling the tight points between his fingers. Paige bucked once, then broke, drenching his shaft with her cream until it leaked out across his balls, adding a frothy resonance to his thrusts. He threw his head back and shouted her name, pushing into her a few more times before his cock pulsed, filling the condom with spurt after spurt of his seed.

His body stiffened as his orgasm swept across him like a wildfire, burning every thought from his brain except the warm clasp of her pussy around his shaft. He clenched his eyes shut, watching the colored dots flicker across the darkness until his strength gave out, and he collapsed over her, his skin rubbing hers.

Paige moaned at the sensual contact, draping her arms across his back as she tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder. Her breath tickled across his skin, lulling him into a sensual haze. He barely registered pulling out of her and disposing of the condom as he turned off the lights, lifted her up and carried her to the bed, tucking them both beneath the cool sheets. She sighed as her head hit the pillow, his arm tucked beneath it and her head. She spooned into his body, burrowing against him as if they’d never spent a night apart and faded to sleep as a clock ticked in the background. Brogan listened to the soft sound of her breath whispering in the night, as his heart beat out a steady rhythm. For the first time in six months, his body relaxed, as he closed his eyes and drifted away.

Chapter Three

Paige woke with a start, probing the darkness as a hard shaft jammed against her back. She tensed, waiting for her head to be yanked back or the hot flare of a bullet to lace through her flesh only to realize it wasn’t a knife or gun shoved into her back, but Brogan’s cock. She took a steadying breath, drinking in the heavy feel of his arm across her waist and the steady rustle of his breath through her hair. Memories flip-flopped through her mind, and she sat up, easing his arm down her hip as she dropped her head in her hands and tried to make sense of the night’s events. She’d started out hoping to bring Tate down, but had ended up making love to a ghost.

He’s alive.

She chuckled at the thought, giving her arm a pinch just to be sure. A flash of pain convinced her she wasn’t completely losing her mind. She turned and studied his face, wondering how she’d managed the past six months without him. One night, and her body was already yearning for his touch.

She cursed. He’d promised to tell her everything, but she knew that was just “agent speak” for a bunch of words that would mean absolutely nothing. As she saw it, there were only two options. Either he was a slimy son-of-a-bitch, and she’d given her heart to a monster, or he was so deep undercover he’d given up his life to play the role.

But why? What was so compelling that he’d turn his back on her and anyone else he’d ever cared for? Fear and anger played in her head until she couldn’t tell whether she wanted to wake him up so she could kick his ass, or fuck him senseless.

“Already done that,” she murmured.

She smiled at the delicious feel of his shaft pulsing against her hip. He certainly hadn’t lost his prowess in the bedroom, though she’d never seen him so dominant.

A tendril of uncertainty raised its ugly head, and she gazed at him again, scrutinizing every feature. It certainly looked and sounded like him, even with the slight accent he’d tried to remove from his voice, but what if it was all an elaborate ruse? What if he was some kind of imposter?

Her mind laughed at the thought, even while she gently lifted the sheets to get a better view of his left hip. He had a tattoo just below the bone with the name Christopher written on a set of dog tags. He’d gotten it after his brother had been killed in a gang fight while on duty as a cop. She’d asked Brogan why he’d put it there, and he’d simply replied that it was for him, not the world. He didn’t want others gawking at it.

The sheet slipped off his skin, revealing thickly muscled arms and a well-defined stomach. She leaned back, moving his arm to give her a better view. It was hard to see in the darkness, but she could just make out the end of the ink chain. Relief flooded her, as she closed her eyes and inhaled the drugging aroma of his scent. He always smelled like wood and leather, though she’d never quite figured out why. Regardless, the heady essence infused her senses, as she drew the pad of her finger across the image.