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She heads into her bedroom, leaving the door open so I can see what she’s doing. She goes to her closet and uses a biometric pad and punch code to open a gun safe. She checks her weapon before she stores it, but I see her get something else out. My stomach drops to my toes. I don’t know which one she’s got, but there’s no other reason for her to have a black leather badge holder.

She NYPD? FBI? ATF? Interpol? Who the fuck knows? She realizes I’ve spotted it in her hand, so she says nothing when she hands it over to me.

I flip it open.

DEA.

I saved a woman whose only job is to put somebody like me away for life.

Chapter Six

Carrie

“You’re DEA.”

Shane hasn’t moved; he just stares at me. I doubt that he’s ever at a loss for words, but he just continues to stare and blink. I can’t tell if it’s still shock keeping him quiet, or he’s trying to contain his anger. His face is completely expressionless, and it makes it impossible for me to gauge, so I remain silent too. I want to believe he wouldn’t explode and do anything to me, but I won’t tempt fate by saying the wrong thing.

It takes at least a minute before he opens his mouth and starts demanding answers.

“You will tell me why you never admitted this when you had the chance. I asked you why many times, and you’ve never told me this.”

“Can you blame me? How could you possibly think I would admit this to you? I don’t want anybody in your family to know because it puts my mom in the middle of all of this. I had no idea she was your family’s doctor. She doesn’t know I work undercover. She knows I work for the DEA, but she doesn’t know what I do. She thinks I’m in a more administrative position. Howshe thought she could work for you when her daughter works for a federal agency is something I still need to figure out. Shane, are you going to tell your entire family?”

He stands watching me for a moment before he shakes his head.

“No, I won’t say anything. At least not yet. What are you doing involved with the Poles?”

I knew that question was coming. I have to give him enough of an answer to satisfy him. Otherwise, we’re never going to move past this.

“As you probably figured out, I’m undercover. I have been for several months. Don’t blow this for me, Shane. It’s my job, and it could be my life. Even if it’s not mine, it could be my mom’s. It could be my dad’s. You can’t tell anybody. If you do, this is going to blow up in all our faces. How am I supposed to explain to my bosses a five-month investigation all went to shit because an Irish mob leader got involved?”

Now, anger registers on Shane’s face. He takes four steps forward, forcing me to take four steps backward. I bump into the entryway table. His hand goes out to my waist, pulling me away, pulling me against his body.

God, how amazing that feels. I want to be a cat and rub myself all over him. He moves me around the piece of furniture, dropping my badge onto it, and backs me against a wall. His thigh goes between mine. The temptation to rub my pussy against him is almost all-consuming. He grabs my wrists and pins them over my head. He stares at me, and his gaze is just so fucking piercing. He has to know what it does to me when he doesn’t speak. It’s as powerful as when he demands answers from me. Hell, it’s way more powerful.

His lips land on mine, and his kiss is punishing. He doesn’t relent. He keeps my wrists in one hand while the other goes to my hip. He guides me to move along his thigh. He’s hardly thefirst man I’ve done this with, but I’ve never been this aroused, this close to coming so fast. My body aches. My pussy burns to get off.

Once he’s got me moving, his hand creeps up my ribs to my breast. He massages it, squeezes it. His hand slips below my shirt and then down my bra. His skin against my skin makes me moan. The kiss continues. I don’t know what to do, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop, so I don’t. He pinches and twists my nipple, making me yelp, but I arch my back into it. He suspected I’m into kinky shit, but now he’s going to know.

His hand glides out from under my shirt up to my throat, his hand wrapping around it. Only his thumb and index finger put any pressure on it. It’s not breath play, and I’m not trapped by his hold. I could push away if I wanted to. That’s always the way it is with Shane. I know if I really fought to get free, he wouldn’t keep me trapped. But he knows I don’t want to go when he touches me.

“Carrie, you have way more secrets than you’re willing to share. And I know I won’t get all of them out of you today, but it’s obviously no secret we want each other.”

He releases my wrists, but I keep them above my head for a moment. Then I drop my arms, push my hips forward to continue grinding against his thigh, and put my hands behind my back, crossing my wrists. He cocks an eyebrow, and it’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. His free hand slides down and under my shirt again, but now he gives my other breast attention.

“Carrie, you will admit you want me just as much as I want you. You will admit there’s something between us that’s been here since the very beginning. I might not have realized it, and maybe you did, but now there’s no denying it.”

That’s the second time in a matter of seconds he’s called me Carrie. I don’t want to spoil it because I like it, so I don’t point it out.

“Shane, obviously, I can’t deny it. I’d be a liar if I did.”

As soon as those words come out of my mouth, we both freeze. It’s obvious I’m a liar. It’s obvious all I’ve done is lie up to this point. But as he watches me, his hand on my throat loosens, and his thumb glides along my jaw. It’s as though he understands why I’ve been lying. He probably does. He won’t confront me about that. It leaves so many unasked questions, which means there are so many missing answers from both of us.

There’s so much I want to ask him, but I know he can never tell me. Not on a regular day, and certainly not now that he knows I’m a federal agent. If I ask, he’s going to assume I don’t want to know it as Carrie, but as an agent clinging to the hopes that somehow I can fuck him. He’ll assume I’m asking to collect information against him to turn over.

I don’t expect answers, but I have my own burning questions.

“Why are you so involved in this? So invested in what happens to me? It goes beyond just my mom being an important person to your family. It goes beyond me just being a woman. You keep showing up at the same place and at the same time as me. You followed me to the subway station, then you were there when I came back. You followed me here. Why does it matter so much?”

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