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Marlena’s face fell. He’d said what he needed to in order to stop the conversation.
    “I’m sorry for whatever hurt you.”
    “Don’t say that.” His head dropped. Too bad that was all it took. An apology. “My brother.” God, it hurt to say out loud. He tried to swallow and couldn’t. The burn in his eyes was awful. “My twin brother was killed by insurgents. Nothing much left of his body. It burned, but slow. He probably suffered.” Trace choked on the thought, wishing it were him, not Michael. “Afterward, no one found his tags. He wasn’t on mission. They were transporting between—” He sucked a breath and closed his eyes. “I want them back.”
    He fell back on the pillow. Feeling better wasn’t the issue. That’d never happen. But saying it out loud… He shook his head. Saying it out loud did nothing. He wouldn’t let it.
    “When you find them, what will you do?”
    Trace turned his head. “What?”
    She shrugged a naked shoulder. “What will you do with them?”
    Laughing deeply and sarcastically, he burrowed into a pillow. “Shouldn’t you explain to me that there’s a million miles of desert to sift through, and I’m never going to find those tags?”
    Her head tilted. “Is that what people say?”
    “More or less.” Because if people didn’t say it out loud, he could tell they were thinking it.
    Marlena took his hand in hers and kissed his palm. The same palm that spanked her until she came. Her tongue ran along the lines in his skin and skipped over to his fingers. She rolled his hand into a fist, kissing his knuckles. “You’re a strong man, and I think sharing the hurt will make it less, maybe, one day.”
    No, no, no. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear.
    Pulling away, he didn’t get far. Her lips pressed to his, her bare breasts swaying and teasing across his chest. Her lips were lazy and slow. His mouth opened and let their tongues tangle. Marlena straddled his thighs. She cupped his face in her hands, rocking her hips as she intensified the kiss.
    “Mar. No.” This got too real. He needed out.
    “Shut up, Trace.” Her hand stole away from his cheek then pushed the condom packet he’d ditched on the mattress into his hold.
    He nodded, shutting up, and with a quick tear and roll, he’d sheathed himself. He watched her rise above him and hover on the head of his cock, teasing him. He lay in agony as her sweet pussy took him in.
    “Fuck me, Marlena.” Because he couldn’t think.
    Laughing, she rocked her hips. “That was the plan.”
    Tight and wet. That was all he could focus on. Her eyes sank shut when she swayed. Her full breasts moved with her motion, tight nipples hypnotizing him until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He sucked the cherry tips into his mouth, tasting heaven and sugar.
    Her hands snaked into his hair, pulling at the roots, making his scalp sting while she rode him long and deep. It was a contradiction. She was a walking, talking, fucking contradiction. Brassy, ballsy, and ready to submit to him. Pushy and knowing exactly what it took to make him tell his secrets, but sweetly screwing the pain away.
    Hell, he could fall for a girl like this. If that was the kind of man he was.
    “Trace,” she moaned.
    And he loved it, how she said his name. How a fire started at the base of his cock, making his balls tighten, pushing him to come, calling her name, pulling her close to him. His hands found her hips. She rocked harder, faster, deeper. Marlena begged and pleaded for relief, and he thrust hard, making her come on his cock. The woman became fireworks on display—shoulders back, breasts bouncing, mouth open and calling him a god. Trace came with her, groaning his own satisfaction and pulling her tight into his arms.
    They stayed interlocked forever. Serenity painted his mind. Her heartbeat thumped against him while the ever-present guilt he tried to live with gave him a breather.
    She kissed him chastely then abandoned him without a word. After he