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anymore, and it was clear he didn't have feelings for her.

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She lowered the gun. "I don't trust you, Aidan."

"Not a problem, sweetheart. You don't have to trust me. Just cooperate with me. The sooner you do, the sooner I'll be back on my way to Washington and back out of your life, just like you want."

A flash of wild grief ripped through her, gripping her

in panic and fear, at the thought of him leaving her again.

Despite everything, she craved another chance.

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room. She had changed into a tank top and running shorts and now lounged on the couch with her eyes closed. He

took this time to appreciate her long tanned legs. Despite what happened between them in the past, he wanted those legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged his cock into her tight, wet pussy. His already half-hard dick stiffened at the images that produced.

Spending time with Carli would be harder than he'd

originally thought if he didn't get his sexual urges for her under control.

Carli shifted slightly on the couch, exposing a small

bare patch of silky skin on her belly that beckoned to him.

Moving to the couch, he loomed over her, considering his options.

"Stop staring at me as if you want to bite me." She'd opened her eyes while he'd been staring at her naked skin.

He did want to bite her. Maybe even spank her. Definitely fuck her. She stirred some longing deep inside him that he refused to think about it. He couldn't. No, wouldn't give her or any other woman the chance to hurt him again. If he took her now, it would just be sex. He was in control.

His gaze dropped from her eyes to her shoulders and

traveled down to her breasts. Her nipples peaked under

the thin cloth, and unable to resist, he reached down and pinched one between his thumb and forefinger. A quiet

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couldn't ignore the blatant invitation in her eyes as his control faltered, and he reached down, ripping the tank top from her body.

Carli gasped. Her womb clenched, and her pulse

pounded. Pure male lust adorned his face as he stared at her exposed breasts. She knew he wanted her, but

something was holding him back. Determined to

completely break his control, she fondled her own nipples, rolling them tightly between her fingers. The sensations rippled along her skin, leaving her panting. Performing for him turned her on, and he clearly liked it, as evidenced by the fabric of his jeans pressing tightly across his engorged sex.

"Take your shorts off. Now." The husky sound of his demand stoked her need.

Her pussy flooded with moisture as she grabbed the

waistband of her running shorts and rolled them down her legs, leaving her completely naked. He remained fully

clothed. The air against her bare cunt did nothing to cool her body. She was more enflamed than ever. She inched

her thighs apart, wondering if he liked a shaved pussy.

Now she ached to see him naked. To memorize the

changes in his body. "I want to see you."

He stood so close that the heat radiating from his body scorched her.

"Not yet. Not until I say so."

A quiver surged through her veins, realizing he

planned to make her beg. Already her clit throbbed for his touch. It wouldn't be long, and she would beg him to make her come. Scooping her up from the couch, Aidan carried her back to the bedroom, putting her down next to the bed.

He could have just as easily laid her on the bed, but she suspected he had a different plan for her. A test of sorts.

"Get on the bed," he ordered her.

Despite her penchant for dominance, her first instinct

was to tell him to go to hell, but his rough demanding

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voice gave her chills at the thought of what could be

coming.

He reached for the nightstand, and panic rose up in the back of her throat. "Wait!" she screamed at him, afraid of what he would think or say if he knew everything she kept in her drawers.

"It's too late, baby, I've already seen what you keep in there. I know what you really want. I'm more than man

enough to handle it and then some."

"What do you mean you already know? You snooped

through my house when I wasn't here?" Anger coursed through her veins, feeding her arousal. She was furious with him, but at the same time, if he didn't fuck her soon, she was going to go insane.

He threw her a look that he knew told herhe was done

talking. Now she would just have to wait and see what he did next.

"Lie back down on the bed, and spread your legs for me." She hesitated, unsure of how far she wanted to take this with him. "If you don't do it, I will tie you down." He growled at her, indicating that he hung onto his control by a thread.

Carli slowly crawled up the bed, wiggling her ass at

him before rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide. But instead of waiting to see what he would do, she slid her hand down to her pussy and ran her fingers along the slit, coating herself with her juices. When she pinched her swollen clit with her fingers, her body jerked in

reaction. Slipping two fingers inside, she began pumping them slowly in and out, setting her body aflame with need.

"Oh, God, Carli. That has got to be the hottest thing I've ever seen." His voice was a hoarse whisper. Aidan quickly undressed and settled himself between her thighs, watching her pleasure herself. "Tilt your hand to the side just a bit, baby."

She followed his orders, thighs quivering in

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anticipation. He brought his mouth down to her pussy and flicked her clit with his tongue.

That was all it took for her control to completely

shatter, and she begged. "Aidan, please, you've got to fuck me. Hard. Right now."

Before he could answer, the exquisite torture his

tongue performed became too much, and her body

exploded. Her muscles clamped down on her own fingers

as the release continued under the onslaught of his tongue.

Bringing his cock to her opening, he moved her hand

and parted her sensitive folds with his fingers. In one swift move, he slammed his shaft all the way to the hilt,

tormenting her quaking flesh. Without hesitation, he

continued thrusting his cock into her cunt as she screamed her pleasure, begging for more. Grabbing her nipples,

Carli squeezed hard, adding the pleasure-pain sensation she loved to his cock, slamming into her sweat-soaked

body.

Aidan moaned and roared as his semen spurted inside

her womb. Frantically pumping her pussy against his cock, with one last deep thrust, her second orgasm burst free.

Finally, he had come home
.

Despite all the years of pain and suffering, she knew

she loved him with her heart and soul, and didn't think she could let him go…again. As their bodies trembled

together, she worried whether she could find a way to

make him stay.

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Damn, Carli had the hottest cunt on the planet.
It had only been an hour since she had given him the best goddamn

orgasm of his life, but as she stirred next to him, rubbing her soft ass against his dick, he wanted her again.

She mumbled something he couldn't understand as

she continued rubbing against him. Slipping his hand

between her thighs, he found her pussy slick and hot.

Grasping his hard cock and settling it at her slit, he slid home, deep into her tight sex. Carli jerked in surprise at the initial invasion but then relaxed, allowing him to set the pace. This time he took her slow and easy, loving the sounds of her pussy trying to suck him back in every time he withdrew. Her muscles gripped him like a vise.

Her soft moans turned to loud pleas as she neared her

release. He couldn't resist running his fingers through the crack of her lush ass, tenderly probing the tight rosebud of her backside. He wouldn't be able to hold back much

longer but wanted to feel her muscles clamping down on

his cock as they both came. Aidan's fingers slid forward and lightly pinched her clit, sending her over the edge where he quickly followed.

As his softening cock slipped from her sex, she turned

and faced him. Her eyes glowed with an emotion, and he

couldn't dare speak as she pressed her full lips to his.

"You are an amazing lover. I can't believe how much I have missed it." He stiffened at her words. Her referring to their past was like dousing him with a bucket of ice water.

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a job, and this was just sex between two consenting adults.

Albeit mind-blowing, toe-curling, amazing sex.

He couldn't afford to let emotions for her sneak up on

him. Instead of responding to her compliment, he quickly changed the subject to less intimate issues.

"Carli, when was the last time you spoke with your brother?" Watching her face for any telltale signs of lying, he found nothing. Her eyes went from gazing at him in

sweet adoration to a carefully blanked mask in a matter of seconds.

"Last Sunday. We talk every week on Sunday night,"

she managed through clenched teeth. She rose from the

bed and stomped over to the dresser grabbing some items from the top. "You just want to talk about Cliff? Fine. But not until I get cleaned up. I've had a long, trying day, and the least I deserve before my interrogation is a shower."

He started to tell her he wasn't interrogating her, but she slammed the bathroom door before he had a chance.

Well, that's one way to get us back on track
.

He hurriedly dressed himself and headed for the

kitchen. Images of her rubbing soap over her naked breasts and flat belly nearly drove him to the bathroom to fuck her all over again. He wondered again if the next few days

were going to be enough to get her out of his system once and for all.

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the stove. She leaned against the doorjamb and watched, her body relaxed, non-threatening. Without even realizing it, he had set the perfect domestic scene. A man cooking for his woman…

Only this wasn't their home, and he wasn't taking care

of her, he was questioning her.

He had dressed in his jeans and left his feet bare. His broad shoulders tapered down to a lean, narrow waist,

where his jeans cupped his gorgeous butt. Having her

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hands on his body again had been like a totally new

experience. She remembered him from their youth, but

their changes brought a whole new level of heat to their sex together. It would be wonderful if they could just pick up where they left off before she ruined everything. But eight years was a long time.

People change.

Feelings change.

Right now she had as many questions for him as he

probably had for her. Starting with where the hell had he been for these last eight years?

She'd searched for him for two years before giving up.

Although not completely. Every year on the anniversary of her dumb-ass mistake, she spent a day or two searching

again. Nothing. It was as if he had dropped off the face of the earth.

Now here he was in her kitchen. Every wish fulfilled.

Except he wasn't here for her. He was looking for Cliff and apparently prepared to use any method available to get

what he wanted from her.

He turned slowly from the stove, catching her

examination. Their gazes locked, and his tight expression relaxed into a smile. Try as she might, she couldn't hold out against that. Releasing an audible breath, she allowed the tension to ease from her body as she slid into the chair across from him.

"This looks great. I'm starving." She dug in, scooping a large forkful into her mouth. As she savored the spicy

sausage dish, a low moan escaped her lips.

"Babe, I'll take that as your approval of my cooking,"

he teased. "But keep moaning like that, and I'm likely to have
you
for dinner." The smile in his eyes promised erotic fun as images of what they had just done flashed through her mind. Her nipples tightened in anticipation, and she was sorely tempted. Shoving those thoughts aside, she

knew it was time to face the elephant in the room. She

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needed answers and needed them now.

"Nice try, Aidan. But it's not going to work. Before I cooperate with you any further, you have to answer a few of my questions." She watched his expression change to serious and wished there were another way.

"Fine. I'll answer as much as I can without

compromising myself. Carli, you have to know that a lot of what I do is on a need-to-know basis." She took a deep breath, thinking back to all the times she'd come up empty in her search for him.

Why would he disappear like that?

"Who do you work for?" When he didn't answer, she wondered why. It was a simple question, requiring a

simple answer.

He shifted in his seat, resting his arms behind his

head. "I work for a private government organization.

Before you ask which one," shifting again, "I'm not at liberty to divulge that information."

She slammed her hands down on the kitchen table. "Is this how it's going to be? I'll ask a question, any question, and you'll tell me you can't say? How about this? What

exactly has my brother done, and what evidence is there against him?

"There is some important intel your brother recently found that is now missing from his office along with him."

She waited for him to say more, but instead he sat