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As I held his gaze, I recalled a comment made by Helmut the night I met Gregory for the first time. “I recall hearing that Rey had a thing for his stepsister. That he slept with her when she was thirteen, and that at sixteen, she disappeared.”

Mark opened his hands. “There it is. Find this stepsister, and you’ve got your bargaining chip, so to speak.”

I nodded slowly. “I can’t even recall her name.”

“Use a PI.”

I nodded. “Only… Reynard Crisp isn’t his real name.”

He laughed. “Reynard Crisp. Why does that not surprise me? It seems I’m not the only one good at cooking up B-grade character names.”

“Huh?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s an insult Crisp tossed at me that night I punched him on the nose.” He laughed. “Reynard Crisp is the title I’d give a sly cad, were I ever to write an airport thriller.”

I had to laugh at that.

“You know, you really have a trump card there, Caroline. Find the sister, and you could be free.”

“Brilliant idea.” I kissed him. “You’ve given me something. I don’t know why it never occurred to me.”

“Sometimes an objective listener is all it takes.” He gave me one of his long, perplexing gazes. “So, who is Carol?”

It had been almost too easy to expose my primary debilitating secret, but the thought of talking about my life before Rey, and the birth of Caroline, turned me to ice.

“Can’t we leave it at that? Isn’t that enough?” I asked.

“Of course. It’s been intense. But I would like to know, one day soon, because there are still some questions.”

“Some other time.” I stroked his handsome face. His shadowed jaw made him even more desirable as I recalled how it had scraped gently on my thighs.

In sharing our secrets, we’d grown even closer, and I wanted this man more than my next breath. “For now, I want you to fuck me.” I unbuttoned my blouse and stroked his growing cock with my other hand.

Yes, Markus was right—one couldn’t fake desire.

Chapter 25

Mark

Afteranightofpassionate lovemaking, I slept in, and as a result, I jumped out of bed when I woke.

“But you can’t just hurry off. We haven’t had breakfast,” Caroline protested. “Why don’t you leave this job and let me employ you?”

I paused while gathering my clothes. “You’re kidding, aren’t you?”

“I’m sure I can find something enjoyable for you to do.” Her smile faded. “Please accept my money. I’ve got so much of it. I can afford to support you. Why should you put yourself through this?”

I rubbed at my thickening stubble. “I’m sorry if I scratched you with my beard.”

Caroline sat up in bed, naked, her full breasts inviting my dick to unwind again. This woman had me constantly in the thrall of lust.

She flinched. “Don’t tease.”

I laughed. “How am I teasing?”

“By bringing up cunnilingus.”

I had to smile. The contrast between this woman’s well-honed public persona and her private one was immense. “I like my new job, by the way.” I dressed as quickly as I could, wincing while putting on my briefs.

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