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As she undulated on his fingers pressure built inside him until it was almost unbearable. Ben increased the pressure on her little bud, stroking deep with his fingers, making sure to graze the rippled flesh inside her with each thrust.

“I’m … I’m … I’m going to come,” she cried, and then a moment later he felt her internal muscles quiver and clamp around him.

As her release ripped through her, the hand stroking him tightened almost convulsively and he shattered.

Three years was a long time to withhold pleasure from himself, and the orgasm that tore through him was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It seemed to go on and on, and he realized it was because Lacey had never released her grip on him, stroking him throughout, drawing out his pleasure as though she sensed he was in desperate need of it.

She was looking over her shoulder at him, and he realized he’d been correct.

The hand playing with her breast moved to brush his thumb across her cheek. “Brighter than the sun.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

August 6th

1:37 P.M.

It was hard to concentrate today.

Lacey felt distracted. It wasn’t on purpose, she knew better than to let personal issues cloud her thinking on a mission. Personal issues were to be dealt with on your own time, not Prey’s.

While she was sure nobody would blame her for feeling out of sorts given why she was here and what she’d been forced to do yesterday she was angry with herself. Watching that girl being beaten had brought back every memory from her childhood she’d tried so hard to shove back down. But Ben was right, the only way to save her was to play along for now.

Which would be one thing if playing along didn’t mean leaving the girl to suffer.

And Ben was another issue weighing on her mind.

They’d made out yesterday. Touched each other. Brought each other pleasure. She had come all over his hand, and he’d come in hers.

Lifting the hand that had been covered with his cum last night, Lacey cradled it in her other hand as she stared at it. Despite what they’d shared, things had continued on like it had never happened. They’d both taken separate showers. She’d slept in the bed him on the couch. They’d had breakfast, gone to the gym, relaxed in the spa, and then had lunch.

Everything was the same, and yet at the same time, nothing was the same.

A large hand moved to cover her thigh, and when she looked up to find Ben watching her with concern in his dark eyes, she realized she had been staring at her hand for longer than she thought.

Clearing her throat, Lacey set both hands in her lap and shot Ben an apologetic smile. “Sorry, got distracted.”

“Understandable.” His hand was still on her thigh, and he squeezed gently.

After last night, Lacey no longer believed the man hated her. She just wasn’t sure what he did think of her. The way he’d made her feel that night when she’d asked if he wanted to have dinner with her was still in the back of her mind along with his insinuation their first night here. But now there were new moments too. The way he’d stood solidly at her back while they’d watched the girl’s beating, offering silent support. The way he’d taken her back to their room last night because he knew she was close to snapping.

Those small moments of kindness were wiping away the bad ones.

In a way, she almost felt like she was being brainwashed. That was how you broke someone down, wasn’t it? You hurt them but interspersed it with offering nice things. It messed with their head and emotions, confusing them to the point where they no longer knew how to feel.

Right where she was about now.

“Darling, did you see anything you like?” she asked, shoving away the tangled mess of thoughts tumbling through her head. There would be time to sort them all out later. Right now, she had a job to do.

A job she wasn’t going to fail at.

After another worried glance, he schooled his features. “This is your project, dear. Whatever you want you’ll get.”

“You spoil me, darling,” she said, throwing in a little giggle. They might be the only ones in the library, but that didn’t mean they weren’t being watched. There were cameras everywhere, and Lacey had to believe they were constantly monitored.

The hand on her thigh tightened again, and she looked up to find Ben’s gaze intense. “You deserve someone to spoil you.”

For one second, raw, naked emotion flared in his eyes and there was so much pain there that it literally stole her breath for a moment. But then it was gone, and stoic, expressionless Ben was back. She wished she knew what demons he was battling, but it wasn’t her place to find out. If he wanted her to know he could tell her.

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