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“I knew I could trust you,” he accepted the USB drive and smiled.

“It's what you came for. I think it's time for you to go.”

“What if I want to stay? What if I want to stay and talk?” he asked.

“About what, what could we possibly have to say to each other now, after all this time?”

“Stop pretending,” Tarek stepped to her. He clasped his hands behind his back. “Look at me, Kassidy. Really look at me. I'm still in here. You’ve seen through me since you were a little girl. See through me now. I’m in love with you. Am I lying?” A sly smile tugged at his lips. He touched her face. “I missed you.”

“I’m better now Tarek. That agent who gave me this life also helped me get therapy. No more nightmares about my parents. No more dreams about Clarissa. I’m not that girl who lies and steals or chases behind danger. I’m better.”

“You’re still my woman.”

“Don’t make me do this again...”

“Make you?” he arched a brow. “Make you what? Be who you are. Be the woman I want. You don’t need any fucking therapy, no cure, there's nothing wrong with you or your pain. You are how, you should be. You’re mine Kassidy.”

He pulled her hands to draw her toward him. She tried to resit. “You're mine Kassandra,” he said and kissed her lips. She turned her face and he kissed her neck. “Mine.”

She lifted her arms and they naturally went around his neck. She hugged him. Tarek kissed her. His tongue swept into her mouth and her breath hitched in her throat before it was stolen from her lungs. The last man to kiss her was him. It dawned on her that this was the very last kiss she ever wanted. Her eyes closed and his tongue slipped deeper.

“It’s been so long. Too long,” he groaned and pulled her up into his arms. She kept her arms around his neck. Tarek squeezed her ass. He was stronger, more solid than she remembered.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said between kisses, and before his lips bushed from her mouth across her cheek, and down her neck. And then she stopped him. She let go of their embrace.

“What happens now? If we're seen together what will they do? Are you here to say goodbye, or are you here for me? What happens next? I've changed myself over and over again Tarek. I don't even know who Kassidy is anymore.” She wiped at her tears.

He pulled her closer. “I know who you are.”

He took her hand and walked her out of the living room to the bedroom. He must have searched her place because he knew exactly where to find it. He stopped at her bed. He lifted her up against him, and she kissed him with as much fervor as she could muster. He went down on the bed with her. She looked up into his eyes when their mouths parted.

“I apologize for every lie, every scary thing I’ve ever put you through. Things are going to be different now Kassidy. Tarek Marshall is dead. He died in prison. I will take you with me and protect you always. And your loyalty will protect me. Swear you will only be loyal to me. To the family we make.”

“Family?”

“Yes, sons, daughters, whatever you can give me.” He kissed her neck. “Our beginning. Swear it and you will never feel forgotten again.”

Kassidy nodded her acceptance. Tears slipped from her eyes as if floodgates had been opened. Pinned beneath him, her breasts were crushed by the hard breadth of his chest and her nipples stiffened, ached from the contact.

“I have to hear you say it, darling,” he said.

“I swear Tarek. I'll only be loyal to you,” she said. Her hands were trembling as they slipped down his back.

Tarek’s grin was slow and full of devilment.

“That’s my Braveheart.”

Tarek hadn’t held a woman, smelled a woman’s body, touched or kissed anyone since before his release. In fact, Tarek realized that she was the last woman he had made love to. No wonder he suffered in prison with nightmares of her turning him away, or choosing another man.

“You have on too many clothes.” He kissed her cheek.

She turned her face away and smiled. It was the first smile she gave him since he arrived. Tarek drew up her wool skirt and she helped. He had to pause at the sight of her thighs, they looked yummy. She wore boots that reached up her calves, but no stockings. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist. He forced her thighs apart and looked at her body. He traced the top lace frill to her thin purple G-string panty. He stroked and petted her pussy with his two fingers, and pulled the seat of the panty out with his teeth, and then let his tongue savor her.

He lifted his head and looked at her. She was already panting as if she’d just run a marathon. “I guess you won’t believe me when I say you still have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen,” he said.

“You’ve been in jail. Your memory has faded.”

He kissed her pussy. He rubbed his lips over the top lips, and then used his tongue once more to make her sing his name. “I need you to take it off. Take it all off and do it slowly for me. Do you think you can do that?”

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