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“Oof!” Hands out, she hit the floor, then lay there questioning her life choices for a heartbeat before she scrambled up again.

In a few stumbling steps she reached the bedroom door and threw it shut behind her. Breathing hard, she scraped back the hair that had fallen across her face.

What happened to her life? Just a few years ago, she was thrilled to land a job with the FBI. If she were honest, that was the onlynormalthing she’d experienced. What came before was pure madness. Then just months into her new job, she got involved with Quaide.

Nothing had been the same since.

Nothing everwouldbe.

In the hallway outside the room, heavy, thumping footfalls approached the door. She only made it two steps before the door blew open and hit the wall.

Whirling, she aimed a dirty look at the man responsible.

Quaide’s dark eyes blazed with a warning she did not heed. She darted toward the bathroom, but one long arm hooked her around the middle and yanked her back.

She struggled against him. He crushed his lips to hers and cut her fight-or-flight response with the taste of coffee and man.

Her body went boneless in his grasp. A soft rasp escaped her, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth, claiming her quiet cries and killing off any protest.

She hated him for trying to strip away her control in a world where she had precious little of it.

But oh god, the man could kiss.

He ran his hands down her spine to cup her ass. When he slipped his grip low between her thighs, she rocked against him.

“Forgive me,” he ground out between deep passes of his tongue.

He ripped her top over her head, lifted her around the hips and hauled her a few steps to the bed.

They hit the mattress, clawing at each other’s buttons and zippers. He practically shredded her panties getting them off her body.

When they were totally bare, he ducked his head and latched on to the side of her neck, right over her hammering pulse.

“I’m still mad at you.”

“I still love you.” He lowered his hips between her splayed legs and sank his hard cock balls-deep in one smooth thrust.

Her inner walls clutched at him, milking him on the first withdrawal. Need cut through her, but suddenly so did his words.

She stared up at him. “You really love me?”

He froze. “Pretty sure I’ve said it before.”

“I thought it was just lust talking.”

He gave a hard shake of his head. “You know better, baby. Now give me your mouth and I’ll show you how much.”

ChapterTen

Quaide’s libido didn’t just hum—itrevvedfor this woman. He wanted to grab Dove by the hips and plow into her until neither knew where the separation between them existed.

But he always did right by his lover and made sure she got pleasure first.

He ground his hips, dragging his cock in and out of her tight, heated walls. Ecstasy rippled over her beautiful face, and he etched every moment into his mind.

Her personal scent and the silky smooth feel of her skin couldn’t be forgotten if they spent a century apart.

Never again would he let her walk away, not even for a short spell on the Wynton Ranch with people he trusted. Didn’t she see how good they were for each other?

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