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He kept one hand on her shoulder, pressing her back, ensuring she couldn’t escape from his exquisite mastery of her body. Another orgasm built in response to the knowledge he was about to shoot his load into her ass for the first time. She neared the crest of her own climax as he shoved three fingers into her gaping cunt and finger fucked her pussy. As he drove into her ass with more power, he gave one more surge, and his cock spilled his cum inside her. She screamed, caught up in the maelstrom of her own orgasm. He caught her by her hips and held her as his cock jerked within her, ensuring his entire load was deposited.

Noah leaned over her back, murmuring kisses up her spine and across her shoulder blades, then withdrew slowly and gently, allowing her to slide onto her belly. Following her down, he stretched out alongside her, running his hands up and down her body, lightly caressing her in a way both tender and erotic.

He started to get up, but Zara reached for him.

“Stay?”

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. I thought we could go take a shower, then figure out what we want for dinner.”

“You’re assuming I could help with that. That’s a pretty big assumption.”

He chuckled, and she wondered when she’d gone from hating that sound to it making her quiver inside.

“No, I thought I’d either let you lie here on your belly or on the couch while I made something to eat. It looks like whoever stocked the pantry and fridge made sure we had enough to cook for at least a week.”

“I’m not allowed to sit up?” she challenged softly, catching her breath at the pain that resulted from his lightly tracing a fingertip down one of her welts.

“You can if you like, but pillow or not, I think you’ll be more comfortable on your belly.”

He stood and lifted her in his arms, then carried her into the shower. She sighed in pure, unadulterated bliss as he washed them both, the hot shower soothing her tired and aching body. He held her close and let her rely on his strength. She relaxed into him and rubbed herself against him, sighing in peaceful ecstasy. When she was ready to leave the shower, she nuzzled him a last time, then found the strength to stand on her own without his support. Noah leaned forward and turned off the shower, helping her step out.

He used the big fluffy towels to dry them off, then handed her one of his shirts as he pulled on a pair of jeans. Swinging her up in his arms, he carried her into the sitting room, making sure she would be comfortable lying on her belly, watching him in the kitchen. She rolled to her side, wincing a bit, but she could see him better. She had to acknowledge watching Noah was becoming a habit she rather liked. He moved with power and grace, his movements deliberate and sensual.

He was a conundrum, a man with a murky past, one of the people Ethan McDaniel had brought on board with his private security firm. There had to be a story there—one he didn’tnecessarily want to expose to the world, but one she wanted to know.

“Noah?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything you like. Whether I answer will depend on your need to know and whether we’re on or off-the-record.”

“How about if I agree we are off-the-record unless I tell you otherwise…”

Noah looked up from chopping vegetables and smiled slowly with sensuality, which even after their last encounter, shot endorphins fueled by sexual need straight to her core.

“What?” she said a bit unsteadily.

“Nothing, I just like it when you talk about things in the future… things that seem to indicate you’re coming around to the idea of our being together.”

“I thought you said you planned to tie me up, throw me over your saddle, and ride off into the sunset with me when this is all over.”

He laughed. “Would you like that? I can arrange it. I’m not as good with rope as Croft, but I can get him to teach me. You’d look great bound up in rope with a pretty bow.”

“No, I think I’ll pass on that bit of rampant alpha male behavior.”

“Only if you behave yourself,” he teased.

Zara made a dismissive noise.

“What did you do before you joined Wild Mustang?”

“I was in military intelligence, did some deep-cover work for the Company, most of which should never see the light of day.”

Intrigued, she asked, “Are you ashamed of things you did?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll be blunt. I’ve killed people—although all of them either needed killing or were tryingto kill me. I don’t take a life lightly, but I don’t regret any of those I’ve taken. When I was finally ready to walk away from that level of violence, Mac came looking to recruit me at first for the Marshals, then he decided to put Wild Mustang together and asked me to join them. I like working with Mac. He’s honorable, intelligent, and would never ask anyone to do something he wouldn’t do himself. The team he put together is simply the best. Fariq Abdal is a nasty bastard and has a pretty lethal organization, but I don’t like their odds if they come up against us.”

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