Page 96 of Once a Killer

“Want to tell me about them?” Jameson leaned a little closer.

“Rather show you,” she said, leaning closer. She put her hands on his face, loving the tickle of his scruff on her palms, and pressed her mouth to his.

He groaned into her mouth and slid his own hands beneath her shirt. Smoothed his palms up her back and around to her breasts. By the time he got her bra unfastened, she was moaning into his mouth.

He shoved away from the desk and stood up, his arms still wrapped around her. She curled her legs around his waist and pressed close, a rush of desire sweeping over her when the hard length of his erection pressed exactly where she needed him.

“Oh, God, Jameson,” she moaned. “Bed. Now.” She dug her heels into his ass. “Faster. Giddy up, hoss.”

She felt his grin against her mouth. “I love your bossy side, Bree. Any more orders for me?”

“Yeah. Get your clothes off two minutes ago,” she panted, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.

He ripped back the covers, set her on the bed and held her gaze while he tore off his already unbuttoned shirt. His pants. When he reached for his boxer briefs, she grabbed his hand.

“No,” she said, her voice throaty. Hoarse. “Let me do that.”

Crawling onto the bed beside her, he said, “I’m all yours, Bree.”

Her hands froze as she reached for him. As he stared into her eyes, she saw the naked truth -- he loved her. He was all in. If she wasn’t careful, he’d be on one knee in front of her with a ridiculously huge diamond.

She swallowed hard. She couldn’t marry him. Besides the fact that he deserved so much more than her damaged self? She had a target on her back. Kingsley and Larrimore were gunning for her. Being with Jameson would make him a target, too.

But this? This moment? They could enjoy whatever this was.

She forced herself to move. To slide his boxers down his legs. Toss them to the floor. Then she took him in her mouth. Curled her tongue around him. Licked from tip to base. Sucked hard, until he groaned and pulled her back.

“Not this time, Bree,” he said. “I want to be inside you when I come. And I want to watch you come first.”

He must have seen her panic, because he smoothed his hands over her. Moved to kiss her breasts. Slid his fingers between her folds. “Why are you scared?” he whispered.

She swallowed hard. “Because you want too much of me,” she whispered without thinking.

A flicker of disappointment filled his eyes, then he pressed his mouth to hers. “I only want what you’re willing to give me, Bree,” he said. “No demands. No conditions. Just what you’re comfortable with.”

She knew that wasn’t true. He probably meant what he said, but no matter how much she tried to give him, he’d always want more. Until he’d completely devoured her.

“I’m comfortable with this. With the amazing sex we have together. Can we keep it at that for now?”

“I’m happy to have all the sex you want to have, Bree. Any time, any place. I’m all yours.”

He hadn’t answered her question, but when he bent to kiss her, she kissed him back with all she had. It wasn’t enough, because Jameson deserved so much more than her. But when he slid down between her legs and put his mouth on her, a climax roared through her almost immediately. And when she pulled him up her body and he slid into her, she came again, just as he found his own release.

Jameson fell asleep almost immediately with her in his arms, curled next to his hard body. She stayed awake a long time, listening to his steady breathing. Thinking.

What should she do?

With McKay locked up, her job with Jameson was done. She had no more excuses for hiding from him, other than her own fears. But she still had to protect Jameson. He’d be better off without her in his life. Kingsley and Larrimore were still out there. Just because their first attack failed didn’t mean they’d give up. They’d come at her again. And if she was with Jameson, she’d be risking him, too. The best thing she could do for him was to leave him. A lump of tears swelled in her throat, but she knew it was the only way to keep him safe. It would destroy her if Jameson was hurt or killed because of her.

Finally, plans and fears ping-ponging around her head, she fell asleep.

* * *

When Jameson woke up the following morning, he was alone in bed. Disappointment rushed through him, then he heard Bree brushing her teeth. Moving into the other bedroom. Pulling something over the floor.

Slipping out of bed, he found his boxer briefs and pulled them on. Then he padded across the hall and stood in the doorway of her bedroom, watching as she shoved her clothes into her duffel bag.

“Looks like you’re getting ready to leave,” he said.

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