In Too Deep by R.W. Shannon Page B

bullshit and you know it,” he said.
    “Duncan. This can’t happen.”
    “It already has.”
    Shoving his hand into his pockets, he moved toward her. Brooklyn tried to take a step back but was blocked by the edge of her glass desk. When he stopped in front of her, he lifted his hand to gently touch her cheek.
    “Tell me I’m wrong,” he said.
    Brooklyn stared at him. He wasn’t wrong, but she wasn’t about to admit it. She raised her hand to curl her palm around his wrist. Her aim was to move his hand. Instead, her hand lingered there. The heat of his body bore into hers. So did his steely gaze. Duncan wasn’t about to take no for an answer. However, that was the only one she had.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    “Please, what? Make love to you?”
    “No.”
    It came out weak but then so was her resolve to keep him at bay. Brooklyn decided she was tired of fighting him. The walls she had constructed around her heart were weighing her down. Would it be a bad thing to let them crumble and give in to Duncan?
    Testing the waters, she leaned forward and touched her lips to his. He seemed to accept the terms of her tentative kiss, allowing her to cautiously explore his mouth. His hand moved down her back and settled on her lower back. She moaned. Wrapped her arms around his neck.
    There was a knock at her door. As she and Duncan sprang apart, the door opened. Her boss’s assistant, Nikki Diaz, stood in the doorway. She seemed startled to see them in such proximity.
    “Mr. Aldridge would like to see you, Brooklyn,” she announced.
    “I’ll be right there.”
    Nikki nodded and closed the door behind her when she left. Brooklyn’s heart raced. Would Nikki tell him what she’d witnessed? If so, Aldridge would probably fire her on the spot. Her hand shook as she smoothed down her black dress, then finger combed her hair. She walked to the door and felt Duncan at her back.
    “I have to go,” she said.
    “Come by my house after your meeting.”
    With her hand on the knob, she turned to look at him. “I can’t.”
    “It wasn’t a request. We have to talk about this.”
    Brooklyn pressed her lips together while she thought about it. Her head was screaming that it was a bad idea. But her heart and body wanted a few more moments alone with him.
    “Fine,” she said.
    Brooklyn yanked open the door. She stepped into the hallway to make her way to Aldridge’s office. Damn Duncan for putting her in this position. Now she couldn’t help but think of all the positions he could put her in later.
     
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    In the morning, Analeigh awoke first. Through the open bedroom curtain, she could see streaks of light breaking up the dark sky. She turned to look at the clock. It was six a.m. on a Friday, her day off. With a yawn, she twisted on to her left side to look at Blake. He lay on his back, one arm flung across his eyes. The other was still partially curled around her waist. Watching him sleep, she noted that he looked nothing like the trained killer he actually was.
    She snuggled against his side and placed her hand over his heart. Silently, she said a short prayer that wherever he went on his next assignment, that the universe would bring him back to her and for anyone who was listening to keep him safe. By the time she finished, her eyes were wet with tears. She’d never prayed over someone like this before. But then, she’d never loved anyone the way she loved Blake. A wicked thought crossed her mind as she reached out her hand to toy with his nipple. What better way to start the day than with the man she loved?
    Slowly, she slid her hand down his taut torso to seize his cock. Blake’s shaft was already in a state of readiness. What was it about him that made it impossible for her to keep her hands off him? She released him to pull back the white sheet that covered them. As gently as she could, she straddled his hips and sank over his hard cock. He stirred but didn’t seem to wake while she glided her pussy