Page 113 of Receiving His Mercy
Travs raised his eyebrows. “Really? You have no idea why he’d want you?”
“Umm.”He seemed a bit mad so she didn’t know how to answer him without upsetting him more. “Nooo.”
“Fuck me, Caren.” He sat with her on his lap, facing him.
Yikes. She’d almost forgotten that he was holding her up. How did he not get tired?
Now she was pressed against him, her pussy against his lower stomach as he drew her close and kissed her.
Hard and deep.
Her breathing grew faster and she melted into his touch. He placed his hand around the back of her head, holding her still as he devoured her.
Then he drew back and gave her a severe frown. “You are the most beautiful, funny, kind, gorgeous woman in the world. Of course he took one look at you and wanted you.”
Wow.
Just wow.
“You really think that?”
“I know that. And I’ll tell you that as often as you need to hear it. But I’ve noticed you haven’t told me something.”
“I haven’t?” she asked with mock-innocence.
“Yeah. Who is he?”
“I can’t tell you.”
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Yeah.
This was the part that she’d known was going to go down like a lead balloon.
And why she hadn’t wanted to tell him.
But she knew Travis . . . he wouldn’t just let things lie. And he couldn’t go looking into Aadan. Not if he wanted to keep breathing.
And she really, really wanted him to keep breathing.
“Why can’t you tell me?” he practically purred as he brushed her hair off her face.
“Because I know you. You’ll want to look into him. And he’s a dangerous guy. If he found out I’d told you about him . . . if he somehow caught on to you investigating him, he might do something to you.”
“I can take care of myself, Caren,” he replied.
“In most cases, yes. In this case, I think it’s better if you don’t know who he is.”
He drew back and she felt herself grow cold. Was this it? The moment he told her that he couldn’t be with her anymore because she wouldn’t do what he wanted?
“Don’t know what’s going on in your head right now, but I can almost guarantee I won’t like it. I will tell you this. I don’t like you keeping things from me.”
“I know.”
“But that doesn’t mean I’m going to reject you or push you away or tell you that I don’t want you. That’s not the way this works.”
“It . . . it isn’t?”
