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questions, no alternatives.
A hotel.”
    “Whatever you want, Marey,” he called back,
his voice carefully neutral.
    Pausing, she turned back to look at him.
    His expression was pure sin, sex in its
most undiluted form. His dark eyes gleamed with it, his expression was filled
with it. She was so fucked. Unfortunately, she had a feeling she was going to
enjoy it. Too much.

Chapter Five
     
    She knew he wouldn’t do as she asked. How
had she known? She was psychic, she sneered to herself. She had known because
she knew Sax Brogan. Three years before, he had claimed her with no more than a
kiss. A dark, sultry earth-shattering kiss that had filled her senses with visions
of hot, carnal delights and her mind with her own screams of lusty need.
    She had held him off with a simple request.
A plea. And for years he had abided by it. Until the day he was arrested
because she was attacked during a meeting that she thought would involve him.
She had known when she stepped into that motel room that she had made a grave,
tactical error. Not only was she losing the battle with Vince, but she had
known, if she survived, she would lose another, much more personal battle, with
Sax.
    He didn’t say a word after loading her
large suitcase into the back of his Lexus and helping her into the passenger
side. He had loped around the car, got into the driver’s seat, put the car in
gear and driven away from her home. Straight to his. A beautiful two-story
contemporary home on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by trees on two
sides and the haunting melody of the ocean on the other. It was as rugged and
strong as he was.
    And she had kept her mouth shut. She hadn’t
demanded he drive to the hotel. She had sat in the car, silent, watching the
night pass by as her pussy grew wetter by the second.
    “Nice place.” She finally found the courage
to speak as he closed and locked the door behind them. The room they stepped
into was huge. There was no entryway, just a large, open ceiling living room
that was roomy and comfortable and at the same time as enduring as she had
always thought Sax was.
    “It’s home. The bedroom is up here.” He led
her to the double doorway, stepping into a short hall with a tall, oak staircase
that led to the upper landing.
    Like the living room, the hallway had an
open ceiling allowing her to glimpse the railed hall above. She followed him up
the stairs silently, her heart thundering in her chest, knowing she wouldn’t,
couldn’t fight him any longer.
    The bedroom he led her into was obviously
his. The stark masculine furniture, a huge king-sized bed, tall, wide dresser
and a low, mirrored chest. One wall was open, with a sturdy railing and a view
of the living room. Beside it was a computer desk, the computer sitting atop it
was still running, the last instant message he had received still displayed.
    From Wicked, Janey just called Tally.
Vince hit the house. Get there now!
    “Well, so much for confidentiality,” she
remarked as she stared at the screen. “I thought dispatchers were sworn to
secrecy or something?”
    He moved to the computer and flipped off
the screen with a snap before turning away from her and tossing her suitcase on
the low chaise lounge that sat in front of the doors of the upper deck.
    “You can put your stuff wherever you can
find room,” he told her dispassionately. “We’ll go after the rest of your
clothes tomorrow.”
    “Will we?” she murmured. “You and whose
army?”
    She faced him fully then, aware of the
tension whipping between them.
    He shrugged out of his jacket as he turned
to her, tossing it over her suitcase. He stared back at her, his gaze vividly
hot as his fingers went to the buttons of his shirt.
    “I don’t need an army, Marey.” His lips
pulled back from his teeth in an elemental snarl. “Stop baiting me. You know
you’re going to be here, at least for a while. Why not stop fighting it, and
me, and we’ll see where the hell this thing is