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“Later, Goldie.” His mouth slants over mine, that heavy, relentless part of him growing firm and thick between my legs. “Couldn’t even make it a hundred yards without stopping to touch you. Any idea how sweet you looked running through the trees to meet me?” He massages my backside roughly. “This little skirt was flapping all over the place, showing off your panties. It doesn’t hide shit.”

“Oh,” I manage through a shiver. “Sorry?”

“Don’t be sorry. Never be sorry around me.” I can see his concern when he presses our foreheads together. “Your pussy hurting too bad, Hailey?”

“No. Only a little.”

His attention falls to my mouth, his breath starting to emerge in a rasp. “I should wait. I can’t be a selfish bastard with you.”

There’s something undeniably exciting about having this large, powerful man desperate to relieve himself with my body. Now that I know what Mick’s relief entails, I’m counting the seconds until it happens again. I want him to mark me, claim me, fill me, growl at me, shake on top of me. The truth first, Hailey. Yes, the next time our bodies are joined together, I don’t want to be holding on to secrets. “M-Mick. I’m the one. I-I’m the one who paints the counterfeits.” I gulp in a breath and close my eyes, so I don’t have to see the potential disgust on his face. “That’s the real reason my father keeps me around. Otherwise, I think he would have killed me a long time ago for reminding him of my m-mother.” I breathe deeply through my nose. “I’m good. But I’m only one of the things that makes him money—and he makes so much—that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me if he f-found me—”

“Hailey.” Mick stops my rambling with a finger over my mouth. “First of all, he’s not going to lay a fucking finger on you. I’ve got you now. Okay?”

Relief sweeps through me like a cool breeze. I nod.

“Second of all, I’m going to set you up with a place to paint, soon as I can. It’s important to you. I can see that. And you’re only going to do it for you from now on.” He winks at me. “Noses and shit. Whatever makes you happy.”

“I think I could fall in love with you, Mick,” I murmur, my heart elevating into my throat. “Very fast.”

“Baby, I’m already there.” If I wasn’t watching him closely, I might have missed the wrinkle of worry that he tries to hide. But I see it. And I know he might be reassuring me now, but we’re not out of the woods yet. Not by a long shot. “Soon as we get you to a safe place, I’ll make some phone calls to the Bureau. I’m going to handle everything.”

“Okay.” I accept a kiss from him that immediately turns much deeper, more insistent, his tongue using mine as a plaything. “Where are you bringing me to keep me safe?”

“There’s an unmarked car waiting at the edge of the canyon. It’s going to take us to a hotel, baby, while we figure out the next move.” Again I see the worry in his ink-blue eyes, but his mouth on my neck distracts me. Somehow he manages to turn me into a moaning, sex-starved post-virgin creature while walking through the canyon at the same time. I have no choice but to hold on and let him. “All you have to think about right now, Hailey, is how many times you’ll come when we get to the hotel and I get my tongue in your tight, pink pussy.”

CHAPTER SIX

Mick

I’ve never bathed another human being before. Dim lights and hot water is the most soothing thing I can think of, though, and Hailey definitely needs a calm atmosphere. She’s been confined to a small space for a long time, so the shuffle of agents conveying us to the hotel, the crackling radios and doors slamming made her pretty tense. Here I am, acting like a protective lion with a baby cub, kneeling beside the giant whirlpool bathtub with my sleeves rolled up, soaping every inch of my Goldie with a hotel washcloth.

My dick is like a baseball bat down the inside of my pant leg, thanks to her wet, pink nipples being lapped at by bubbles. And every time I cup my hand and pour water down her neck, she loosens up even more. Her dark, untamed hair is curling in the mist and sticking to her cheeks and shoulders. We’re in a ritzy-as-hell hotel, so there’s a candle flickering on the white marble sink, providing the only light in the bathroom, and I swear to God, it’s making her glow. I want to eat her alive.

After last night, I’ve stuck my lust in detention, though. He’s going to have to wait until I’ve got Hailey relaxed and she’s ready. In the meantime, I’ve just got my hands riding over every inch of her smooth, slippery skin, listening to her make adorable mewling noises. No problem, right?

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