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“You didn’t scratch the surface, Doll. The team vote was to bring you along. Zane will take that into consideration but only after he gets a full work-up on you and The Company. No chance in hell is he sending you in with us without knowing who you work for.”

I lathered the soap in my hands and went to work washing the sweat and stench away when she appeared within touching distance. And she looked just as mad as I knew she’d be.

“Leon Brown will never give him the information he’s after,” she informed me. “I should cut out now so I can figure out my next move.”

My soapy hand grabbed her bicep before she could leave. Her eyes dropped to where I was holding her and I waited for her to demand I let go. Her gaze snapped to mine but instead of seeing irritation, I saw heavy lids and heat shining back.

“You’d be surprised what Zane Lewis can find out.”

The way she was looking at me, I didn’t think she comprehended what I’d said. She was back to daydreaming. Fantasizing. And on that thought, my dick swelled. I gave her arm a tug and to my surprise she stepped forward, fully clothed into the shower.

Her body collided with mine and I wasted no time. My mouth was on hers and she immediately opened. This kiss was no less forceful than the first, but it had a hint of familiarity to it. Her tongue brushed mine and it was like it was welcoming me home. This time I didn’t stop myself from touching her. My hands were everywhere. I ripped her shirt off, forcing her hands up as the fabric cleared her head. I tossed the cotton aside and moments later her bra followed. My head bent and I latched onto a pink nipple. One hand on her ass, the other curled around her ponytail pulling her head back, making her arch her chest.

“You’ve got great tits, Doll,” I muttered before moving to the other side.

Her hands were steadily working, trying to get her pants off. Once they were around her ankles and she was kicking them loose, her hands moved to my ass and she squeezed. I moaned against her skin before I lifted my head and slammed my lips back onto hers.

I wanted to taste and touch every part of her. I couldn’t get enough. I’d never wanted to fuck a woman so badly, yet I also wanted to take my time and savor everything about her. Fast. Slow. Now. Later. I couldn’t make up my mind. I wanted it all. Now and later. Fast then slow.

One of her hands moved between us. There was nothing gentle in the way she fisted my dick. Small fingers wrapped around my shaft and violently jerked. It should’ve been painful but it was raw and needful. I shoved her panties to the side and found treasure. Hot, slick, wet treasure. I slipped a finger inside, pulled out, and slid back in two. She stroked my dick and I fingered her pussy until we were both moaning our pleasure.

I pulled my hand away, hitched her leg high, and waited. She guided the tip of my dick to her opening and I slammed home.

“Christ,” I moaned.

“Brooks.” Her moan was breathy but no less demanding.

The sweet sound of sex filled the bathroom, coupled with the sound of water splashing between us. Hard. Fast. Heaven. So damn good, the lukewarm water doing nothing to cool my heated skin. My body was on fire, my entire being solely focused on the feel of her as she took me.

“Please don’t stop,” she begged.

“I can feel you, Tatiana. You’re there. Come on, baby. Come with me.”

I pounded into her the best I could in the small space I was provided. Later, I’d take my time, enjoy making her squirm and scream. For now, it was a race to completion. Her pussy was contracting, threatening to unman me.

“Brooks! Oh, shit. Oh, God. There.”

“Mouth,” I growled and she leaned forward to kiss me.

I swallowed her groans as she fell over the edge. Three strokes later I planted deep and joined her.

I didn’t break the kiss for a long time, letting us both come down from our shared ecstasy. When she finally pulled back, her features were gentled and her eyes soft and I knew I’d been right. There wasn’t much a man wouldn’t give to have that look. I was so fucked.

Chapter 13

I tried to school my features. Hide from Brooks’ penetrating stare, but I couldn’t. The mask I’d perfected over the years refused to fall into place. And when he smiled, I knew I was in trouble. My leg was still around his hip, his strong hand holding my thigh where he wanted it. His other hand on the side of my neck, thumb grazing over my throat.

I was such a slut. God. Ohmygod. I couldn’t even blame him for some crazy seduction. All it had taken was a tug of my arm and I’d stepped into the shower with him and threw myself at the man. What was wrong with me? Now I was looking at him like some love-sick teenager. Damn. What now? Do I say thank you? That was great, see ya around? He must have thought I was a slut, because, well, I was one.

“What has you thinking so hard, Doll?”

“How do you do that?”

A sexy smirk played on his lips. Totally arrogant. “Do what?”

“Know when I’ve drifted off.”

“Oh, that.” He smiled. “Your eyes. They lose focus.”