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Authors: Seleste deLaney
Tags: thriller, Romance, Contemporary Romance, romance series, Revenge, hypnosis, secret agent, happily ever after, entangled publishing, fbi, Fake engagement, flaunt, suspence, redemption, TRAIT, con artist, co-workers, Seleste deLaney, con
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“What?”
“I’m sorry.” He was already at the door.
Her heart seemed to stop beating as time stretched. He wouldn’t go. Couldn’t go. He couldn’t leave her like this. “What?” she asked again, a bit more frantically, as she scrambled to her feet.
The heat was nothing but a ghost when he looked at her now; all that remained was that unnamed emotion. And then he was gone, shutting the door and sealing her inside with nothing but her need to keep her company.
“Damn you, Trevor!”
Chapter Five
Justify My Love
Trevor spent half an hour wandering the bowels of the hotel, trying to cool the fire in his blood. Finally, hewent outside and stood in the icy air clad in nothing but his pants. A minute out there had everything but his blood chilled.
He’d have stayed longer but feared frostbite would set in before he could get Marissa out of his head. Instead, he stalked the corridors for an hour, hunting for anything that would help them wrap this up sooner.
Before he did anything else stupid.
How had he come to this? Using a woman who screamed trouble to get his mind off the past and his desire to exact vengeance? That wasn’t the man he wanted to be, much less the man he’d proven himself to be.
He’d been recruited by the CIA during college but was deemed unfit for fieldwork because of his refusal to play nice with others. Then TRAIT had found him and, more than that, found a place for him in the field. They could use him, and he’d been a stellar agent for years.
Until tonight.
What had he been thinking pulling Marissa out of her hypnosis? Had it actually been noble intentions at play?
As sure as he’d been earlier, now he wasn’t convinced. He knew the parameters, how much keeping her in character had been stressed. Granted, no one had told him specifically that she couldn’t go right back under, but he knew he wasn’t supposed to break protocol.
The problem was, simply meeting Franco Canalis had him thinking revenge. He knew when Leo showed up, his control would have faltered. If he was going to make a play against the Canalis family, he wouldn’t do it on a whim. Which mean he’d needed someone there, tethering him to his sanity and the life he had now.
Marissa had been his only option.
Beyond that, there was a distinct problem with the way the mission had been set up: he hadn’t liked Mari. Pretending to be in love with her would’ve been impossible. Having sex with her was a non-option. As much as he wanted Marissa, he had to admit he wanted more than just her body, and that’s all Mari would have been.
Tonight he’d had Marissa in his arms. That kiss. Ay Dios! He’d kissed plenty of women in his time, but none of them had ever affected him like that. She’d been all he could think about—getting her alone, kissing her again, seeing where things could lead.
Which, in fairness, he did a bang-up job of. It led to a place that dreams were made of. Dreams of warm mouths and wet tongues and…
He shook himself.
They were on a mission—as she had so politely reminded him. Now wasn’t the time or place to lose themselves in each other. Maybe after, if and when he’d had time to come to grips with her past. Once she’d proven she was more agent than thief. Once he wasn’t using her as a gorgeous distraction. Once they had all the time in the world.
He eased open the door to their suite and slipped inside.
Moonlight cast the room in a cold glow, highlighting every curve and dip of the body on the bed. She had her back to him, whether intentionally or not, and he realized he’d surrendered the right to sleep next to her.
Had he stayed…hell, had he stopped her before the oral…maybe they could have talked it through. Found some balance between the connection he craved and the distance he wanted.
That couldn’t happen now—not tonight—and he had to accept the reality might be more along the lines of not ever. The thought left him colder than the time he’d spent
“I’m sorry.” He was already at the door.
Her heart seemed to stop beating as time stretched. He wouldn’t go. Couldn’t go. He couldn’t leave her like this. “What?” she asked again, a bit more frantically, as she scrambled to her feet.
The heat was nothing but a ghost when he looked at her now; all that remained was that unnamed emotion. And then he was gone, shutting the door and sealing her inside with nothing but her need to keep her company.
“Damn you, Trevor!”
Chapter Five
Justify My Love
Trevor spent half an hour wandering the bowels of the hotel, trying to cool the fire in his blood. Finally, hewent outside and stood in the icy air clad in nothing but his pants. A minute out there had everything but his blood chilled.
He’d have stayed longer but feared frostbite would set in before he could get Marissa out of his head. Instead, he stalked the corridors for an hour, hunting for anything that would help them wrap this up sooner.
Before he did anything else stupid.
How had he come to this? Using a woman who screamed trouble to get his mind off the past and his desire to exact vengeance? That wasn’t the man he wanted to be, much less the man he’d proven himself to be.
He’d been recruited by the CIA during college but was deemed unfit for fieldwork because of his refusal to play nice with others. Then TRAIT had found him and, more than that, found a place for him in the field. They could use him, and he’d been a stellar agent for years.
Until tonight.
What had he been thinking pulling Marissa out of her hypnosis? Had it actually been noble intentions at play?
As sure as he’d been earlier, now he wasn’t convinced. He knew the parameters, how much keeping her in character had been stressed. Granted, no one had told him specifically that she couldn’t go right back under, but he knew he wasn’t supposed to break protocol.
The problem was, simply meeting Franco Canalis had him thinking revenge. He knew when Leo showed up, his control would have faltered. If he was going to make a play against the Canalis family, he wouldn’t do it on a whim. Which mean he’d needed someone there, tethering him to his sanity and the life he had now.
Marissa had been his only option.
Beyond that, there was a distinct problem with the way the mission had been set up: he hadn’t liked Mari. Pretending to be in love with her would’ve been impossible. Having sex with her was a non-option. As much as he wanted Marissa, he had to admit he wanted more than just her body, and that’s all Mari would have been.
Tonight he’d had Marissa in his arms. That kiss. Ay Dios! He’d kissed plenty of women in his time, but none of them had ever affected him like that. She’d been all he could think about—getting her alone, kissing her again, seeing where things could lead.
Which, in fairness, he did a bang-up job of. It led to a place that dreams were made of. Dreams of warm mouths and wet tongues and…
He shook himself.
They were on a mission—as she had so politely reminded him. Now wasn’t the time or place to lose themselves in each other. Maybe after, if and when he’d had time to come to grips with her past. Once she’d proven she was more agent than thief. Once he wasn’t using her as a gorgeous distraction. Once they had all the time in the world.
He eased open the door to their suite and slipped inside.
Moonlight cast the room in a cold glow, highlighting every curve and dip of the body on the bed. She had her back to him, whether intentionally or not, and he realized he’d surrendered the right to sleep next to her.
Had he stayed…hell, had he stopped her before the oral…maybe they could have talked it through. Found some balance between the connection he craved and the distance he wanted.
That couldn’t happen now—not tonight—and he had to accept the reality might be more along the lines of not ever. The thought left him colder than the time he’d spent
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