Page 118 of The Rancher's Secret Relationship

"I was the lead agent assigned to his case—-"

"Y-You'reFBI?"

"You can call the agency hotline if you want added confirmation."

I bite my lip.Perhaps...

His gaze narrows. "Were you this distrustful of Culo when you first met him?"

My eyes widen. "I—-"

His lip curls. "So it's just me that you don't distrust for some reason."

I think...it's time to change the subject, and I blurt out the first thing that pops into my mind.

"You never told me your name."

It's a perfectly honest question...or so I think until I see his lips tightening anew.

What did I do wrong this time?

"Why bother to ask if you won't believe anything I say?"

I stare at him in bafflement. Has my inability to trust him completely hurt his pride that much?

"Forget it," he mutters under his breath. "Just call me whatever—-"

"I'd really like to know your name."

The words come tumbling out of nowhere.

"Please."

His gaze narrows. "Why?"

"Because I...want to know...what to call you." I end up mumbling the words out as embarrassment threatens to swallow me whole. Why do I feel like I've suddenly asked for something inappropria—-mmph!

His mouth is suddenly against mine.

"You really know how to get under my skin, angel."

I vaguely hear a clicking sound as he mutters the words against my lips, and...oh!

By the time I realize he's unlocked my cuffs, it's already too late, and all I can do is whimper in shock when I find myself straddling his lap on the driver's seat.

"Flint."

He's sucking on my lower lip as he says this, and pleasure makes me unable to think.

"Say it, angel."

He growls the words against my lips, and that's the only time I realize what he's revealed.

He pulls away and cups my face. Our gazes meet, and oh, it's those violet eyes of his doing its magic again. Just having him stare at me like this makes me forget everything, and before I know it, my lips are already unconsciously forming his name.

"Flint..."

The last thing I see is desire blazing in his eyes.

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