groaned into her moist recesses as he fondled her to near madness. His large hand easily covered her thirty-six C breast.
That’s when it hit her – where were his gloves?
She pulled away, her voice breathless. “Where are your gloves?”
Kneading her thoroughly, he trailed kisses from her temple to her cheek. “Back in the office.”
She stilled, a hand on his where it covered her. “So, when you saved my father…
He just stared at her.
Cassandra knew her eyes must look like spinning wheels. “That’s impossible...”
He backed away from her.
She glanced at his armbands. “It has to do with your armbands, doesn’t it?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “No comment.”
She waved an arm out to her side. “No comment?”
The handcuff dangled beside them like a lighted billboard.
His gaze held hers as he caught it and cuffed together her
hands.
Cass sobered. He put her in her place, didn’t he?
She’d made herself a convenient source of pleasure. A desperate woman that threw herself at him after he saved her father’s life. A pitiful woman with no more self-pride than to make out with a D.I.R.E. agent while another watched down the hall.
Covering her face with her cuffed hands, Cass shook her head. What was wrong with her? He was Aidan Monroe, son of her father’s enemy, son of the woman that gave her father a lifetime of hurt, agent of the D.I.R.E. Agency, Naylor Interests’ greatest foe, and employee of Mitchell Jacobs, a man her father hated more than anyone on earth.
Way to go, Cass. You know how to pick them.
Swallowing hard, Cass turned away. She raised her head high and started around the corner.
“Where are you going?”
Looking back over her shoulder, she gave him a sultry smile. “Down the hall to see if the other agent can tell me what I want to know.”
Snatching up her hands in his fist, Aidan pulled her back to him. He kissed her with bruising force, his knee between her thighs.
Cass clung to his shirt, returning his kiss with the same passion he wielded on her. His hands skimmed down her sides to cup her rear. They moaned together.
Why did her body react as though he were the only man that could tame it? It infuriated her that he could do this. She didn’t want him to have that command over her.
You’re such a fool, Cassandra. You’re his captive, for gripes sake.
Turning away, she shut her eyes. “I hate you.”
The heat of his big body disappeared. Cool, fresh air washed over her. Blinking open her eyes, he stood away from her, his brows furrowed. Tiny zaps of electricity sounded around him.
“Hate me all you want, but let me make a few things clear, Miss Naylor : You are my prisoner. You have zero rights around here. You will learn about my… abilities when and if I want you to know.” Crowding her against the wall, Aidan leaned in close and inhaled the scent of her hair. “But most important of all, when you share a D.I.R.E. agent’s bed, it will be mine.”
Chapter 5
Aidan shoved open the D.I.R.E. office door with a growl.
“Robert Naylor died...”
Mitchell and Tristan looked up from the pile of belongings on the table. Mitchell’s face turned white.
“…and I freaking saved him.”
Aidan paced the room like a caged panther. He seemed to be doing that a lot these days.
“Why the hell did I do it?” He shoved his hand through his hair. “I hate the man for what he did to Rachel, to you Jacobs, for what Dar almost did to Mom.” He cursed under his breath. “I need Robinson to examine my head.”
Tristan lowered the gun he studied. “Was Cassandra in the room?”
Aidan nodded. “Mom, too.”
“Was Cassandra crying?” Mitchell held up a bullet to the light.
He stopped to stare at them. “Yes.”
“There you go.” Tristan gave a brisk nod. “The first time I saw Rachel cry, it terrified me.”
Mitchell said, “Don’t beat yourself up over it, Monroe. We’ve all been there.”
Tristan turned to stare at his father.
That’s when it hit her – where were his gloves?
She pulled away, her voice breathless. “Where are your gloves?”
Kneading her thoroughly, he trailed kisses from her temple to her cheek. “Back in the office.”
She stilled, a hand on his where it covered her. “So, when you saved my father…
He just stared at her.
Cassandra knew her eyes must look like spinning wheels. “That’s impossible...”
He backed away from her.
She glanced at his armbands. “It has to do with your armbands, doesn’t it?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “No comment.”
She waved an arm out to her side. “No comment?”
The handcuff dangled beside them like a lighted billboard.
His gaze held hers as he caught it and cuffed together her
hands.
Cass sobered. He put her in her place, didn’t he?
She’d made herself a convenient source of pleasure. A desperate woman that threw herself at him after he saved her father’s life. A pitiful woman with no more self-pride than to make out with a D.I.R.E. agent while another watched down the hall.
Covering her face with her cuffed hands, Cass shook her head. What was wrong with her? He was Aidan Monroe, son of her father’s enemy, son of the woman that gave her father a lifetime of hurt, agent of the D.I.R.E. Agency, Naylor Interests’ greatest foe, and employee of Mitchell Jacobs, a man her father hated more than anyone on earth.
Way to go, Cass. You know how to pick them.
Swallowing hard, Cass turned away. She raised her head high and started around the corner.
“Where are you going?”
Looking back over her shoulder, she gave him a sultry smile. “Down the hall to see if the other agent can tell me what I want to know.”
Snatching up her hands in his fist, Aidan pulled her back to him. He kissed her with bruising force, his knee between her thighs.
Cass clung to his shirt, returning his kiss with the same passion he wielded on her. His hands skimmed down her sides to cup her rear. They moaned together.
Why did her body react as though he were the only man that could tame it? It infuriated her that he could do this. She didn’t want him to have that command over her.
You’re such a fool, Cassandra. You’re his captive, for gripes sake.
Turning away, she shut her eyes. “I hate you.”
The heat of his big body disappeared. Cool, fresh air washed over her. Blinking open her eyes, he stood away from her, his brows furrowed. Tiny zaps of electricity sounded around him.
“Hate me all you want, but let me make a few things clear, Miss Naylor : You are my prisoner. You have zero rights around here. You will learn about my… abilities when and if I want you to know.” Crowding her against the wall, Aidan leaned in close and inhaled the scent of her hair. “But most important of all, when you share a D.I.R.E. agent’s bed, it will be mine.”
Chapter 5
Aidan shoved open the D.I.R.E. office door with a growl.
“Robert Naylor died...”
Mitchell and Tristan looked up from the pile of belongings on the table. Mitchell’s face turned white.
“…and I freaking saved him.”
Aidan paced the room like a caged panther. He seemed to be doing that a lot these days.
“Why the hell did I do it?” He shoved his hand through his hair. “I hate the man for what he did to Rachel, to you Jacobs, for what Dar almost did to Mom.” He cursed under his breath. “I need Robinson to examine my head.”
Tristan lowered the gun he studied. “Was Cassandra in the room?”
Aidan nodded. “Mom, too.”
“Was Cassandra crying?” Mitchell held up a bullet to the light.
He stopped to stare at them. “Yes.”
“There you go.” Tristan gave a brisk nod. “The first time I saw Rachel cry, it terrified me.”
Mitchell said, “Don’t beat yourself up over it, Monroe. We’ve all been there.”
Tristan turned to stare at his father.
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