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My breath catches, because—dear Lord—there is so much arrogance in the way he says that. So much pride. Like just by saying those words, he’s taken responsibility for all the moisture pooling between my legs right now.

Because, yeah, when he looks at me like that, when he says things like that, it makes me soaked. He makes me soaked.

He’s completely closed the distance between us, yet he’s still not actually touching me. And I’m still just wearing a towel.

The next words he says are practically growled, his voice has dropped so low. “I want to hear exactly what you want me to do to you.”

chaptereighteen

Emails exchangedbetween Nick and Cassie over the last 12 months…

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From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Game plan

Okay, first holiday with the Guidry’s. I need guidance.

Your brother swears I don’t need to bring anything for the big meal, but he keeps talking about Scrabble and rubbing his hands together maniacally.

What is up with your family and Scrabble???

Looking forward to meeting you,

Nick

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From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Re: Game plan

First off, I can’t make it home for the big holiday. I’m so sorry I have to miss meeting you in person. This case is killing me!

But, Scrabble…

You are not prepared for how seriously we take this.

This is not a normal Scrabble game. Dad custom made the magnetic board himself and it hangs on the wall in the dining room. We all play from a single slate of tiles at a time. So we don’t take turns. If you see a word that works, you put it up. The trick is, you can’t play if there’s anyone else in the room. So you have to sneak away from the family to score.

You are not prepared…

Cassie

chapternineteen

Nick

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t the good guy. Yeah, I can be a fucking bad ass when I need to be. I’m a SEAL. I’ve been trained to infiltrate enemy territory and take out targets. But even in those moments, I always believe I’m doing the right thing. I’m working on the right side.

In this moment, though, I wish I could turn off my conscience and rip that goddamn towel off her body and fuck her six different ways before she can even finish telling me what she wants. I know what she’s going to say, but I need to hear the words.

I want her heart. I refuse to give up on that. Right now, though, my dick is so fucking hard that if she offers me her body, I don’t think I’ll be able to say no.

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