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He snapped the elastic and pulled the torn panties away from her.

She reached for the button on his slacks, but he gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head.

“I’m in charge here. You just focus on keeping your legs spread like a good little play thing.”

She sucked in a breath as her pussy tightened. That kind of dominance usually turned her off, but right now it was making her so needy she wanted to beg him to fuck her. But Carrie didn’t beg. Ever.

“We have to hurry, but I need to see you come.” He knelt between her legs and positioned himself so he could lower his head and taste her cunt. She bucked against him when he dragged his tongue down her slit.

Her entire body shuddered as he traced her entrance before sucking her clit into his mouth. She reached down to thread her fingers through his hair, but he gripped her hand.

“Don’t move.”

She tried to pull her hand away, but he held on.

He chuckled. “I know you want to touch me, but I’m not going to let you.” He let go of her hand, then spread her pussy lips and blew a breath on her exposed clit. She whimpered. And then he went back to licking her. His tongue swirled around her entrance, then traced her clit again. And again. He sucked it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. He lowered his head and cupped her ass, pulling her closer.

She groaned as the pleasure built inside her. He bit down on her clit with gentle pressure, sending shock waves through her system. She arched her back and came. He didn’t stop lapping at her pussy until the shock waves stopped and she lay limp on the couch.

He stood and pulled out his wallet. A condom fell onto the couch next to her and he put the wallet away and unbuttoned his slacks and pushed them down with his tight black boxers. His cock sprang free and her eyes went wide. He was enormous and rock hard.

“Spread your legs wide.” He tore the foil on the condom and rolled it over his impressive length. He rubbed the swollen head against her slit. He gripped her waist and plunged deep. She cried out as he stretched her wide. The pain subsided quickly, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She arched her back and lifted her hips to take him deeper.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take all of me.” He slammed into her over and over again. Her body adjusted to his size, and she shifted her hips to take him even deeper. Her muscles squeezed around him.

She gripped the arm of the couch as he drove into her. He reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit. His body hardened as her pussy tightened. She came again just as he stiffened and let go with a guttural sound.

He collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. Images of him coming undone in her bed flooded her mind.

What the hell was she doing? This was not smart. She was overcome with the need to escape as reality crept back in, shattering her fantasy. She pushed at his shoulders. He lifted his head and stared down at her.

“I told you, you’re mine until I’m done with you and I’m not nearly done. Get dressed and come back to my apartment with me.”

She shoved at his shoulders again, shaking her head vigorously.

When he pulled out of her and rolled off the couch, she jumped up and gathered her clothes.

“Goodbye, Peter. I have to go.”

She should have said no when he gave her the chance. Instead, she was naked on an outdoor sofa, consumed with regret. She dressed as quickly as she could and fled from the rooftop, running down the stairs. She didn’t stop until she was inside a cab, heading for the safety of her own apartment.

6

BLUE eyes, soft lips, and hair that felt like silk. Skin that tasted like heaven. Peter reached for the pretty blond that floated in front of him, only to have her vaporize in his hands.

His eyes flew open, and he glanced at the clock.Shit.It was already five on Saturday morning. Normally, he was up by four to get a workout and a shower in before he had to leave for the office.

Damn reporter, he thought as he rolled out of bed and stumbled to the shower with a raging erection. No workout today. Visions of a different type of workout plagued him as he tried to wash her away. The whole point of bringing her upstairs yesterday had been to get her out of his system. That was clearly not working the way he’d thought it would.

Half an hour later, he was sitting at his kitchen island eating a bowl of oatmeal with his morning cup of coffee. How many cups had Carrie already had this morning? If she were his, he would break her of the caffeine addiction. She would fight it, but he would make it worth her while.

Whoa. Where had that thought come from? He was having Dom/sub fantasies about a damn journalist. A onetime tryst was one thing. Long-term thoughts about a woman like Carrie were a bad idea. Clearly, he needed to find someone to play with again. Maybe Gage and Edith opening a kink club in D.C. wasn’t such a bad idea. Might meet someone new. With a shake of his head, he rinsed his bowl and pulled on his shoulder holster before slipping on his jacket.

When he arrived at the CIA building, Ellerman looked pissed off.

“What’s going on Agent Ellerman? Your emotions are showing a little too much.”

“Sorry boss, but our protectee is a jackass if I may be so frank.”

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