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His hands curl around the waistband of my pajama pants and then they’re gone, whisked away in a quick movement. In my next breath, he’s there, broad shoulders wedged between my thighs. I can tell how wet I am by the ease with which his thumb glides over my skin as he parts me. Opens my most intimate area to expose the spot desperate for his attention.

“I told you I’ll take care of everything, Audrey.” His eyes lift to my face. “When are you going to start believing I really mean it?”

ELEVEN

MADDOX

PLENTY OF MEN at Alaskan Security have crossed the lines of propriety before me. I’m not going to claim I didn’t judge them. I did.

I might have to apologize for that.

Now I understand how it happens. How quickly things spiral out of control until right and wrong are so muddied there’s no clear path through. Even if there was, I’m not sure I’d take it. Not when I know there’s a trail that leads me to Audrey.

I came here thinking this job would be a means to an end. I might have been more correct than I realized.

Because, with Audrey’s thighs pressed against my cheeks and her fingers laced in my hair, the glistening skin of her flushed pussy laid out in front of me, my endgame is starting to change. Shifting into something new. A variation of what was and what could be.

When I finally allow myself that first taste—hear the way my name passes through her lips—I know there’s no way I can come back from this. I’ve survived being shot. Fought through rehaband pushed past pain. But I don’t know that I want to go on if Audrey doesn’t come with me.

Which is fucking hilarious considering the limited amount of time she’s been beside me.

“Maddox.” She says my name again, fingers tightening their grip as the nub of her clit hardens beneath my tongue. I’m caught between dragging this out, prolonging my own enjoyment, or proving how competent I am. In the end, competence wins. It always does. Because I want my proficiency to encourage her to let me do this again.

When I find someone I click with—rare occasion that it is—I want to give them everything. Please them in every way possible. I’ve always been an overachiever, and that didn’t stop at the bedroom door.

So, as Audrey comes undone beneath me, I’m already hungry for more. Greedy for another taste.

When she sucks in a breath and jerks away, I know I can’t continue on as I’m going. Instead, I move up her body, lips against her skin as I work my fingers into the slick tightness of her channel. My mouth locks onto a nipple, the hard line of my dick rubbing against her thigh through the fabric of my underwear as I search for that elusive spot I plan to exploit.

When I find the textured bit of flesh, Audrey gasps, her fingers digging into the skin of my shoulders.

I pull my mouth from her body. “There. That’s it, isn’t it?” Lifting my head, I fix my eyes on her face. “I want to watch this one.”

I’m already becoming addicted to so much about her. The way she smiles. The way she speaks. Her quiet laughs and bravewords. But what I like way more than I should, is the look on her face when she comes. The flash of surprise that happens right before she crumbles. As if she can’t believe it’s happening.

Makes me wonder how often she’s been left wanting.

And I hate it, but a selfish part of me is glad. Grateful I can be the one to please her. Give her something she’s never had before.

Watching her reactions, I gauge what’s working and what’s not. It’s easy to figure out what Audrey likes, and soon she’s writhing against me, chanting my name as she races toward another crest. As her walls clench against my fingers, I fuse my lips to hers, swallowing down the sweet sounds she makes.

Claiming them for myself.

I want as much of her as I can get, and that’s a dangerous thing. For me. For her. In my line of work, distraction is our worst enemy—and I can’t imagine one bigger than fearing for Audrey’s safety.

When her limbs fall to the mattress, body boneless and sated, I lift my mouth from hers and ease my fingers free. As I shift, preparing to go collect a warm washcloth from the bathroom, the air suddenly feels very chilly.

In one very specific region.

Audrey’s eyes drop to the front of my briefs, zeroing in on the dampness blooming across the fabric. “Oh my God,” she breathes.

I tense, embarrassed over my own lack of control. “I didn’t mean t?—”

“That is so hot.”

Did I hear her correctly? “Hot?”

Audrey’s head bobs in a nod, her hooded gaze still locked onto the outline of my softening dick. “I’ve never had someone—” her eyes finally come to my face “—enjoy touching me like that.”

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