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She tucks in her bottom lip, her eyes glued to my obvious erection.

I capture her lips with mine because I have to. “Don’t keep looking at me like that unless you want anything within a five-mile radius to hear you screaming my name.”

Her eyes spark with renewed interest. Is my little warrior a voyeur?

“Let’s finish lunch,” I tell her after helping her put her pants on.

CHAPTER 12

Kennedy

When Dae stops in front of my apartment building, I feel a pit in my stomach. While I hate to admit it, I don’t want our day together to end. I’m tempted to ask him to blow off whatever work meeting he has tonight and come up to my place.

I keep the words in, though. Just barely.

“Have you looked into Blackmon’s finances?” Dae asks as he turns to me.

For a second, I’m transfixed. I simply stare into his dark eyes. They’re mesmerizing. I want to stare into them as I ask him a million and one questions. Not about Blackmon or about anything work related but about him.

What’s his story? What makes him tick? Why?

Above all, how could anyone not want him?

The question I asked him during our picnic. How could anyone look at this man and not want to dive into him and stay forever?

“What?” I ask, finally raising myself out of my reverie.

His pink lips spread in that beautiful smile of his. It doesn’t look as devilish as the first few times we met.

He moves a hand to my knee and squeezes. The gesture is possessive. What’s strange is that I don’t want him to move it. And he doesn’t.

“Blackmon. His finances. Have you checked into his?”

“Oh … Um.” I pause and work hard to push away the memory of his mouth on me. It’s clouding my ability to think.

I cock my head to the side. “Do you know something?”

“No more than you. I know there’s always a money trail, and it’s the surest bet to find whatever you’re looking for.” He blinks, his expression darkening ever so slightly.

That look, it’s intimidating and maybe even a little scary. I don’t even think he intends it to be. It’s a natural expression. Yet, a normal person would find it intimidating, maybe even run away from it.

Me? I find myself leaning into him. I want to know more. What’s more frightening is that this want may be turning into more of a need—a need to know more about Dae Kim.

“What are your secrets?” I say in a low tone without thinking.

I don’t even realize I’ve said my true thoughts out loud until Dae cups my face with one of his hands and replies, “Are you ready to know my secrets, little warrior?”

Am I?

“Why do you call me that?”

“Because that’s exactly what you are?”

“How do you know? We just met a few weeks ago.”

Something flashes in his gaze, but it's gone in the blink of an eye. Did I imagine it?

“I’ve known you a lot longer than that.” His voice is so low that I can barely make out the words.

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