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I bring the towel over her hip, running along the crease where her leg meets her body. Sparse hair frames the pink at her pussy. It’s never been so fucking hard to close myself off from everything around me. I continue patting her skin, periodically flipping to a dry spot, until I’m back at her inner thighs. Damn, I didn’t stop to think about a rubber when all this was happening. Not that I had one on hand. I’d dumped everything when we left the states, including my wallet. Despite the overly friendly smiles and one blatant invitation, there hasn’t been anyone since we left the States. Knowing the lack of protection, I should have pulled out. I scoff to myself. Even now, my mind balks at the thought of changing a single moment of what happened. Regardless of what I should have done, this one and only time could be enough to have a child growing inside her already.

My cock stirs unexpectedly. I take a deep breath, climbing over her thigh to get out of bed. I pull some shorts from a drawer on the dresser. Stepping into them, I take one last look at the bed before I head down the hall to the bathroom in bare feet.

Our clothes are scattered on the floor of the shower stall. I pick up her dress, twisting the white cotton to wring out as much water as possible. I shake it a few times, hoping the material won’t wrinkle too badly. There’s no label at the back collar. A quick study shows although the stitches are almost perfectly even, they’re sewn by hand. The cut molds to her figure, fitting to the curve of her waist and letting the skirt bell out over her hips.

If she was in Georgetown, she’d get her clothes at one of the many shops available at the country’s capital. This isn’t off the rack or imported but made locally. Who is she, and where did she come from? I scoop up my jeans and underwear, wringing them out also before I spread them along the shower bar.

Is she the real reason Gerald came pounding on the door? Because it doesn’t make sense he’d come looking for a man after we’ve closed for the night. At a point when Dante’s been gone nearly an hour. His spies should feed him information in a timely manner. The only time he takes his sweet time is when a fight breaks out. Somehow, our Faust representative is always busy somewhere else when the Faust men are knocking heads.

No, Gerald may be stupid, but he’s not that stupid. Unless his goal was to find out what we talked about. Then he’d come snooping around because he’s protecting his assets. That explanation makes a lot more sense.

The one thing you can count on is Gerald Vita looking out for his best interests first.

CHAPTER FIVE

Brianna

Images flash through my head. Dragons. Towers. A man with intense brown eyes and a determined expression on his handsome face. He’s shirtless, holding his arms out to me. Just then the ground shifts. I’m falling…

I reach out, trying to find something to hold onto. My palm lands with a loud slap. Under my fingertips, warm skin covers hard muscles.

My eyes shoot open, and I glance around, startled and disoriented in the dark. I don’t have a canopy over me. I’m not in my room at the Faust compound. So, where am I?

A bed sheet drags over me from breast to hip as a rickety ceiling fan turns above. I’m naked! Then a hairy male leg shifts, bracing my knee. Ummm. Okay, I’m naked and in bed with a man. I lean away but his arm snakes around me, keeping me firmly in place. His erection brushes my pelvis, proving neither one of us is wearing a stitch.

The last couple of hours come crashing back to me. The truck, the dress, the pill. I suck in a breath as the rest rolls through my mind. The office, the kiss, the shower, and the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever experienced. “Kristoff…” I whisper against the shadow of his handsome face.

“That’s right,” he rumbles. “You know my name, but I’m still waiting to hear yours.”

How, after everything we did—naked—are we only now getting to names? We’re so close our breaths mingle. I swallow hard as realization dawns on me. Even with everything that happened, he didn’t turn me over to the man searching the building. I’m both shocked and relieved.

“I-I should go,” I whisper, trying to pull away.

“Not so fast.” In less time than it took me to blink, he’s shifted. His legs are bracketing mine, and he’s pinning me down with the weight of his body. It happened in an instant. I didn’t have time to think, much less act. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what you’re doing here.”

He wants answers? He’s looming over me, his chest flattening one of my breasts, while his cock presses against me. My pussy tingles. My body’s eager for a replay of what happened in the shower earlier.

“I’m waiting, princess,” he says, reminding me I still owe him an answer.

Should I tell him? What if he turns me in? Or worse, what if he calls me by whatever name I pluck from the air, and I don’t answer. He’ll know I lied. What then?

I lick my lips, trying to decide. His head bows as he focuses on my mouth. The intimate moment is all I need to send me back to having him hold me down on the desk. From the first moment I looked up and he was covering me, I melted.

Blinking, I push the memory to the back of my mind. Then I keep to the only story I can manage. “I-I’m Brianna,” I say, giving him my real name.

“Brianna.” His breath fans over me.

My nipples tighten, and my pulse tap dances at my lips. I groan inwardly. He owned me with a kiss. Okay, maybe my groan was out loud because he loosens his hold.

“What are you doing here, Brianna?”

Every breath pushes his hard shaft against me. Awareness washes over me, fighting to keep my attention on the part of him that nearly melted me from the inside out. My pussy’s swelling despite the sharp ache at my entrance. It had been too long. He picked me up, and I was ready for him, for sex. Yet, I hadn’t counted on his size or the strength of his thrust.

“I was passing through.” It’s as close to the truth as I can get.

“What were you doing in my office?” he clarifies.

“A slight detour.” My face burns at the lie.

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