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He took a drag of his cigarette and asked, “Why do you ask?”

“Because we're here,” I said. “When I didn't do what you asked yesterday, you said you’d spank my ass the next time I didn’t listen.”

“Everyone at AA Security has gone through DOM training. You know how the team mentioned Blackwood Mercenaries?”

“Yes.”

“They have a BDSM club attached to that company, and AA Security and Blackwood Security work together a lot. Every weekend we end up hanging out at the club. And to hang out there, you have to go through training. I’ve played a little, but not at the level many of my teammates or friends have.”

“Can I ask another question?” I said quickly.

“As long as I can ask one back,” he countered.

“Did you ever play with Naomi at the club?”

He took two large steps forward, and he was next to me. His hand slid down my arm and he leaned in close, his mouth next to my ear. “No.”

This simple one-word answer sent a shiver down my spine. I blushed furiously.

“My turn, have you ever let a man strip you naked and have you lay over his lap? And while you lay there, he would run his hand over your gorgeous ass and right when you were putty under his fingers, he would bring his hands down hard on your ass?”

An image of me over Paolo’s lap flashed through my mind, and I wanted nothing more than to see what it felt like.

“No.” I whispered.

He ran his hands down my side, and I didn’t stop him instead I leaned into him as his hand glided across my waist and lowered to my ass. “From the way your cheeks turned pink, and your eyes dilated I think you like the idea.”

I nodded and he stopped, dropping his hand. I immediately hated the loss of his touch.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, and he said, “This is heading down a very dangerous road.”

I looked up at him through my eyelashes. “Are you saying that because you have a girlfriend?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t be touching you if I had a girlfriend,” he said.

He continued, “The problem is, you're a client, and the boss has a strict rule about sleeping with a client.”

Funny enough, I recalled the company rules. There was something about not killing somebody, but I don't remember any rule about not having sex.

I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Kat and Antonio were discussing the rules, and I don’t remember don’t have sex with a client being on the list.”

"Jesus, woman, you are playing a very dangerous game right now. I'm only hanging on by a thread. I want to taste those lips to see if they have a hint of strawberry.”

“I wouldn’t complain if you tasted them," I whispered.

The words barely left my mouth when his lips collided with mine. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and I caught a hintof cigarette smoke on his breath. My desire overwhelmed every caution. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me tighter, and his hard chest pressed against mine. I found myself panting as our tongues tangled together. The warm ocean breeze wafted around us, and all the cares in the world drifted away.

I wanted nothing more than to strip him naked, but he pulled back, breaking the kiss.

“You're too sweet a woman to want me. I am a damaged man.”

It was like a giant bucket of cold water was poured over us.

“I don't think you have any say in who I like or what I want. If I'm interested, that's on me,” I murmured.

He took another step back. “You don't know what I've done in my past, the people I hurt. You wouldn't want any part of who I am. I should disgust you.”

"Then why can't we spend time together while we're on this island?" I pleaded. "No promises afterward. Don't worry about your past, just us on this island. In a month, I have to go back to Paris anyway."

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