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  I scrunch my nose at her suggestion. She hates working out. She would only go with me sometimes to keep me company. I, on the other hand, had no choice really. My agent would be on my ass if I didn’t keep up on my workouts.

  “Trust me. Go put on your workout gear and meet me back here.” With a sigh, I go do as she asked. Thankfully, the men have finally gone to get our bags from the car we pretty much totaled. When I enter the room, the first thing I notice is Diego isn’t there. I’m not shocked.

  For a man who offered up his room to me, he avoids me a lot. I guess he hadn’t really offered up his room per se. I had insisted that we could share. He had a giant bed, but he made sure he was always all the way over on his side. So much so that I swear if he moved one more inch away from me, he would fall off the damn thing. Would a cuddle be too much to ask? Sheesh.

  I quickly put on my workout gear, feeling frustrated with the situation with Diego. Maybe a workout isn't such a bad idea. I meet Clover in the lounge area. She pops up wearing her normal yoga pants and shirt. She kills me sometimes. She thinks she’s chubby, but if you ask me, she’s got killer curves. She often reminds me of a pinup girl. As for me, I’m in tight shorts and a sports bra.

  It’s all I wear when I work out. It’s going to be nice not to have Falcon, my trainer, there barking orders at me.

  When we enter the gym, three heads swing around to look our way. Charles, Tiernan, and Diego.

  Diego was mid-sentence. Something along the lines of, “She has someone after her. We need to keep an eye on surveillance.” He clams up when he sees us.

  Tiernan goes back to punching the bag that hangs from the ceiling. This gym is no joke. It even has a freakin’ boxing ring. I shouldn’t be shocked, because these men look like they work out every day. Maybe multiple times a day.

  Charles heads straight for Clover. He lifts her over his shoulder and gives her ass a smack, making her giggle.

  “You better not be in here trying to work off those curves I love so much.”

  My heart melts. I can’t help but be a little jealous.

  Charles carries Clover out of the gym while saying something about giving her a workout himself.

  Tiernan follows behind them talking about checking the perimeter. That leaves only Diego and me in the gym.

  I can feel Diego’s eyes on me. I don’t even have to look to know. I can tell by the way my body heats. I peek over in his direction anyway, because I love staring at him. He looks at me differently than any other man ever has.

  I walk over to the mat to stretch, thinking I’ll just do the treadmill. It’s only seconds before a big shadow looms over me. I look up to see a very angry Diego standing there. I give him a bright smile. He doesn’t return the gesture.

  I bet the look he’s giving me right now would scare the crap out of other people. I’m not afraid of Diego, though. In fact, it’s when he’s close to me that I feel the safest.

  “Where are your clothes?” His nostrils flare. I can tell every muscle in his body is tense. His hands that are at his sides are fisted, and his eyes roam my body.

  “This is what I work out in.”

  “You can’t wear this in front of the others.”

  “Why?” I bat my lashes, enjoying the way he tenses, enjoying the way I grow wet just from his heated glare.

  “You know why.” He pulls his own shirt off.

  My eyes run down his abs and his shorts. There is no missing his hard-on. What would he do if I reached up and freed his cock and took him into my mouth? I lick my lips, having the sudden urge to do exactly that. I move so I’m on my knees in front of him.

  “Those aren't clothes,” he growls out.

  “Should I take them off?” I ask as I reach for the top of his shorts and give them a tug. I think he’s going to stop me, but he doesn't. His cock springs free. I suck in a breath when I see it. Diego is clearly big all over. Cum leaks from the head of his cock. I lean forward and lick it. The salty taste fills my mouth, causing a moan to slip out of me.

  “You have to stop.” His tone is low. He sounds like he’s in pain.

  I don’t stop. I wrap my hands around his cock, giving him a few strokes. He’s so thick in my hand, his cock smoother than I thought it could be. Smooth and soft, but hard underneath.

  “Fuck,” he growls.

  “I’ve never done this before,” I admit right before I take him into my mouth. I’m not a prude. I know what a blowjob is. I suck him to the back of my mouth and back to the top. I swirl my tongue around the head before I take him even deeper into my throat.

  His fingers tangle in my hair as his hips start to move with me. He thrusts in and out of my mouth while saying my name over and over again. I take as much as I can, licking and sucking as wet sounds bounce off the mirrored walls.

  He lets out a loud grunt as he comes into my mouth. I swallow every last drop of him down before releasing him. An ache grows between my thighs like I’ve never felt before.

  I look up at him. His breathing is heavy like he just ran a marathon, but his cock is still hard. I think he might want more, too. I thought once he orgasmed that his erection would go away. By the looks of it, that’s not the case.

  “Did I do it wrong?” I ask, licking my lips. For him, I’d be more than willing to do it again.

  4

  Diego

  I feel like I’ve been caught in a beautiful dream, one where Aurora sucked me off with her perfect mouth. But it’s not a dream. She’s on her knees in front of me, my cock still desperate for more of her as she looks up at me with a question in her eyes.

  “More?” She reaches for me, and I back away.

  Hurt flickers across her eyes as I pull my shorts back into place.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry?” She gets to her feet. “Sorry that I sucked your cock?” Her hands go to her hips.

  “No. I mean yes.” I shake my head. “I mean no.”

  “Sorry for what then?” She approaches. “Sorry for making me ache and not giving a damn about it?”

  I can’t speak, can’t think. I make her ache? Me? A monster? She’s a beautiful, fragile woman, and I’m a brute of a man. There’s no way she wants me, not really. Maybe that blowjob was just out of pity. It had to be. Aurora is so kind-hearted.

  “Thank you.”

  Her eyes widen. “First you’re sorry, and now you’re thanking me?”

  “I know you did that out of … mercy. So thank you.”

  Her mouth drops open, her swollen lips making my balls ache. She was so talented with her tongue, her hands, her everything. I want more. I want all of her. I want to know what it feels like to shove my cock deep into her and listen to her moan. But that’s all a foolish wish. I’m too big for her, too rough.

  “Mercy?” Her voice lifts.

  I take another step toward the door.

  “You think that was mercy?” She follows step for step.

  For the first time in my life, I feel like the prey instead of the hunter.

  “I did that because I wanted to. Not out of mercy. Not out of pity. Why would you even think that, much less allow it to come out of your mouth?” She stands there challenging me in her skimpy outfit with her nipples hard and visible through the bra.

  My mouth waters. My heart pounds. Fight or flight. Fight or flight.

  I should run from here, lock myself in my room, and wait for her to go back to her glamorous life. She doesn’t belong here, and she certainly doesn’t belong with me.

  “Well?” She moves even closer, her chest out, her eyes on fire, her body practically vibrating with anger.

  I snap. I break. I do what I absolutely shouldn’t do. With a swipe, I pull her into my arms, and with a simple move, I pin her to the mat beneath me.

  She gasps, her eyes widening as she spreads her legs for me.

  Dear God, she’s so hot between her thighs. What would it feel like to bury myself there?

  “What are you doing?” She bites her lip.


  “Returning the mercy.” I kiss down her chest. I want to kiss her on the mouth, but I’m too scared. If she really looks at me up close, she’ll realize she’s made a mistake. I don’t want to give her that option. Not now. Not when she’s beneath me.

  My cock is rock hard again, and all I can think about is the way she smells, the taste of her skin, the treasure waiting for me between her legs.

  So I kiss to her bra and pause. Wait. How do I get this off? I slide my fingers beneath the band. It’s tight. But her hard nipples beckon. I can almost make out their full shape. But I need more. I need them in my mouth.

  “I can undo it in the—”

  I grip the front with both hands and yank. The fabric splits apart down the center and frees the most beautiful pair of breasts ever made.

  She gasps as I fall on her, my mouth exploring her hardened nipples as I use my hands to cup her and squeeze. She writhes beneath me, her breath catching as she arches and runs her hands through my hair.

  I feast on her perfect tits, sucking and nipping and enjoying until I can’t deny myself any longer. I want to taste her. All of her.

  So I slide down her body, kissing her stomach and glancing up at her glistening nipples. Fuck. So fucking hot.

  When I get to her tiny shorts, I grip them and rip.

  “No panties,” I growl. “No panties, Aurora.”

  “I just … I just you know …”

  “You’re a bad girl.” I kiss the blond curls at the top of her pussy. “You’re an angel with a bad girl deep inside.” I dart my tongue into her slit, tasting her sweetness as I groan.

  She lifts her hips, but I pin them down. I’ve never done this before, but I know one thing for certain. I want to take my time with her, to draw this out. If this is the only taste of her she ever gives me, I want to make it count.

  Pressing my palms against her thighs, I spread her wider and get a full view of her pretty cunt. Glistening and pink, I can’t resist. I open my mouth wide and cover her, letting my tongue lap up her wetness as she moans and arches for me. So beautiful and perfect.

  I lick and suck, experimenting to see what makes her moan, what makes her thighs shake. And when I figure it out? I keep doing it, and then I add a finger inside her tight pussy.

  She makes a high-pitched mewling sound that’s like a shock of electricity to my cock. I hurt for her, and cum leaks from the tip of my cock as I suck her clit. When I add a second finger, she slams her palms on the mat. So I keep working her, slaying her clit with my tongue as I finger fuck her.

  When her hips freeze, and she holds her breath, I think she’s going to—yes. She comes on a long, low moan. My name on her lips, her taste on my tongue, her body spread out before me like a gift.

  I take it all in, relish it. I worship her with my mouth, and I try not to think about how this could be the last time I ever taste her sweetness.

  5

  Aurora

  “He’s avoiding me,” I tell Bells. She’s still on bedrest.

  “I can’t get Barrow to leave me alone.” She looks annoyed.

  I’m not sure what’s so bad about Barrow. He’s funny and looks like he should be on the cover of GQ or something. I’m not attracted to him, but as a person who’s worked in show business as long as I have, I know what they are looking for. And he has it.

  “Stop bragging,” I huff. “Poor you that a hot guy wants to keep tending to your every need.” Bells looks down, giving me a shrug. I can tell something is wrong, but she’s not saying it. I also know not to push her. We’ve been best friends forever. I know how to read her, and I also know she’ll crack at some point and tell me. She always does, I just have to give her time to work it out in her head.

  “I’m fine. I can get out of this bed. He won’t let me.” She folds her arms over her chest. She’s full of it, and we both know it, but I don’t call her out on it. If she wanted out of this bed she would have marched right out of it, but yet here she sits. Then it hits me. Bells has a crush on Barrow. There is no way in hell she’ll ever admit such a thing.

  “How about I make you your favorite chocolate cake?” I offer, wanting to raise her spirits. This is so crazy to me. I’ve never seen Bells have a crush. I never understood why she didn't date. She reminds me of one of those pinup girls.

  I probably should have thought about doing something for her before this, but I’ve been too wrapped up in Diego to think straight. I also don’t need the extra calories. I’ve been trying to make sure I maintain my weight.

  “God, I love that cake.”

  “I’ll have a slice with you.”

  She lifts her eyebrows like she doesn't believe me.

  “I’ll be back when it’s done.” As soon as I leave the room, Barrow goes right back in. Almost as if he was waiting for me to leave so he could be with Bells. I think this crush might go both ways. I just hope Barrow won’t give in when Bells tries to put up her walls. She needs a man who’s willing to knock them down.

  When I walk past the lounge area, I only see Tiernan. I’m guessing Clover and Charles are in their room. Diego is nowhere to be found. After he gave me the greatest orgasm I’ve ever had, he pretty much ran from me. I’m not going to chase after him.

  Crap. I just got done hoping Barrow would fight for Bells. I think I should do the same for Diego. I’m crushing so hard on him. I’ve never felt this way about a guy. I’ve also never done the things I did with Diego with anyone else. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him.

  When I enter the giant kitchen, I get to work on Bells’ cake. They have three refrigerators here and a freaking pantry the size of a bedroom. It takes me a little while to find everything I need, but they do have all the ingredients anyone would need to make whatever they wanted.

  I preheat the oven before I start. Then I get to mixing, stirring and making a mess. I’m almost done when Diego walks into the kitchen. As soon as he sees me, he takes a step back. He doesn’t say a word to me, which is nothing out of the ordinary.

  “I’m making a cake,” I tell him. He only nods. “I’ll let you lick the spoon.” Warmth rushes to my face as I remember what the last thing he licked was. I hold up the chocolate covered spoon to distract him.

  “I was going to make a sandwich.”

  “Okay.” I’m not sure what else to say. His eyes roam over me as I put the cake into the oven and set the timer. I drop the bowl into the sink. “Last chance.” I offer the spoon.

  “Why don’t you eat it?” he asks as he pulls everything out that he needs to make his sandwich.

  Tiernan strides in and gives us a look.

  “I’m always on a diet.”

  Barrow stops making his sandwich to look at me. “You should eat what you want.”

  “I wish,” I mumble. I start cleaning up the mess I made. When I turn to put the flour back in the pantry, I see Barrow and Tiernan staring at me. “What?”

  “You really can sing,” Tiernan says.

  I hadn't even realized I was singing. It’s a habit of mine whenever I’m just doing simple tasks.

  “She’s mine.” Diego gives Tiernan a hard shove. All Tiernan does is laugh and hold his hands up.

  “She’s all yours, I promise,” he says, but Diego still looks like he wants to kill his friend. I reach out and put my hand on Diego. He relaxes and looks down at me. He was jealous. It makes me want to jump up and down, but I control myself … for now.

  “Are you going to try my cake when it’s done?” I try to change the subject.

  “Yes.” Then he hands me a plate that has a giant sandwich on it. My stomach growls as I look at it. There’s even bacon on it. “You're going to eat this.”

  “Okay,” I agree. I follow him out of the kitchen. I'd guess you would call this the dining room area. Around here it seems like everyone makes their own food, but I wonder if I made dinner every night if we would all eat together. I love to cook even with all the diet crap I’ve had to do over the years. I sit down and the thought hits me that I don’
t really live here. This isn't my life. Pretty soon I’ll have to go back to reality.

  Diego sits down next to me. He pulls my chair even closer to him. His arm goes around the back of it. I swear he’s blocking me so that no one else can see me. It's sweet. I glance up at Diego. Am I setting him up for heartbreak? I sure as hell am setting myself up for it.

  “Eat,” he orders in the caveman tone of his that turns me on. I take a giant bite of the sandwich and let out a moan.

  “This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” I say, not caring that my mouth is full of food. Here I am safe. I can be me. No one is going to snap a picture of me chowing down on food. Diego makes me feel welcome and warm, too.

  “I’ve eaten better.”

  My head snaps up. He gives me a smirk.

  “Did you just make a joke?”

  He shrugs while I take another bite of my sandwich. I hope the snow keeps falling. I want to be trapped here with Diego and my friends forever.

  6

  Diego

  When she takes the cake from the oven, I eye it. Hard. We keep fit around here. It’s a habit from our time with whatever clandestine outfit trained us. But damn, Aurora knows how to bake.

  My mouth waters for it and her as she places it on the stone counter.

  “Now I’ll let it cool, then ice it, and then Bells will be happy again!” She claps her hands, then cuts her beautiful eyes at me. “And yes, you can have some, too ... if Bells says so, anyway.”

  The cake looks amazing, but that’s not what I want to bite. No, I want to sink my teeth into Aurora’s pert ass. It’s an odd thought, one I’ve never had before. But the mental image of my bite mark on her ass and my mouth on her pussy sends a shiver of desire through me that makes every hair on my body stand on end.

  “What’s wrong?” She frowns up at me.

  “Nothing.” I clear my throat, but that does nothing to clear the hard-on that’s threatening to bust a hole through my pants. “We should. . .” Was I having a thought, or was it just a fantasy of me eating her pussy as she licks icing from her fingers? I blink. Hard. “We should discuss the threat. The man that sent the assassin.”