“Yes,” Kara whispered, unsure what she was answering, besides ‘here’ being exactly right in every way. There was nothing but the desire she felt for this man, and the way his thumb flickered over her swollen nub. The way his lips, tongue, and teeth, were trailing the length of her waist to hip. She wanted that mouth to go lower, to replace his hand, to lick her and taste her and…he slipped two fingers inside her.

Panting, she wished her hands free from her blouse around her wrists behind her, wished she could whisk fingers into his hair to steady herself. Blake’s free hand palmed her inner thigh, widening her stance, making her feel even more unsteady. She swayed and his palm curved on her leg, holding her. All the while, his fingers were doing delicious things, stroking her, caressing her. Kara moaned, tingling all over, unable to hold back the sound of pleasure.

“At least I know you enjoy your work,” he said with a low voice that was downright burning with acid.

The insult jolted Kara back to realty, and she stiffened, her hot blood going icy. What was wrong with her? How had she let herself get lost in this man? He was the enemy. She was just another whore to pleasure him before he did who knew what to her to make her pay for Denver. Suddenly being bound and at his mercy wasn’t erotic at all. It was dangerous. He was dangerous. She, well she was just a fool.

Adrenaline exploded from Kara and she acted without thought, seeking escape. Swiftly, she twisted around, managing to take him off guard, and he wasn’t able to stop her.  She wobbled without her hands free though, and he was already on his feet, wrapping her in his embrace, and melding their bodies together.

“Easy now, sweetheart,” he warned, his long hair falling loose from the clasp at his neck, and damn it, it made him look sexy. Like a sexy asshole who was probably a murderer just like Mendez.

“I’m not your whore or Mendez’s,” she hissed.

“You fucked me for a bonus in Denver.” His voice was hard, his eyes even harder.

“I told you that wasn’t part of the job any more than tonight is.”

“That’s not what Mendez said.”

Kara’s stomach knotted with this news despite already assuming as much. Suddenly, she was intensely aware, and resentful, of her nipples pressing into his chest, of her being naked and him fully dressed. “You both have the wrong girl, then.”

His hand went to her hair, twining almost roughly around a section. “So it’s okay to drug me but not fuck me for money?”

There it was. A verbal slap. How had she expected less? “You’re here. You got the job. Isn’t that what matters?”