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his
    office yesterday. He pressed it into my
    hand. "Hagen, you can't…"
    "I can do whatever I want." Though his
    remark was arrogant, the kiss he placed
    upon my lips was sweet and gentle.
    "When it's time, you give that to Ronnie.
    Let him have his fresh start."
    "But this money is yours."
    He shook his head. "It was never mine.
    It was always yours."
    "Why are you being so nice to me?" The
    whispered words hung in the air between
    us.
    "I don't know," he admitted finally.
    "There's just something about you that
    makes me want to be good."
    His words stunned me. He looked so
    vulnerable as he spoke. I could see that he
    was just as scared as I was about
    embarking on this relationship.
    "I think that might the nicest thing a man
    has ever said to me." I caressed his face,
    the stubble on his cheeks rasping my
    fingertips. "You've really surprised me,
    you know that? You're nothing like I
    thought you would be."
    He cupped my backside and let his hand
    slide down the back of my thigh. "In a
    good way, I hope."
    "A very good way," I said, brushing my
    lips across his. My breath caught in my
    throat when his fingers glided under my
    skirt and along my inner thigh. "What are
    you doing?"
    "What does it feel like I'm doing?" He
    nuzzled his nose against mine.
    "It feels like you're trying to seduce me
    again."
    "Is it working?"
    "Yes." I smiled and kissed him. The
    envelope fell to the floor near my foot. I
    gasped as his fingertips found their way
    between my legs. He touched my hot flesh
    and stabbed his tongue between my lips.
    He tasted of coffee and sugar and cream. I
    moaned against his mouth and let him have
    his way with me.
    "I want you, Cassie."
    "Now?"
    "Always." He scooped me up, locked
    my front door and carried me to my
    bedroom. After he placed me on the bed,
    he climbed over me and shed his jacket.
    "What is it?"
    I frowned up at him. "What do you
    mean?"
    He unbuttoned his shirt. "You're here
    with me but you're also far away. What
    are you thinking about, Cassie?"
    I couldn't lie to him. "I'm thinking that I
    owe you an obscene amount of money. I
    know you said it was a gift but it's hard
    for me to have that kind of debt between
    us."
    Hagen dipped his head and captured my
    mouth in a sensual kiss that made my toes
    curl. "I told you. It's a gift. It's done."
    "Let me pay you back. Even if it's just
    half," I said, my tone pleading. "I'll get a
    second job but let me pay you something."
    He nibbled the curve of my throat and
    sucked hard on a sensitive patch that made
    me shiver. "I've got a better idea. Let's
    barter."
    "Barter?" I inhaled sharply as his hand
    moved between my thighs again.
    "I gave you something you needed. Now
    you give me what I want."
    I gazed up into his dark eyes. The spark
    of lust there left me shivering and needy. I
    wrapped my legs around Hagen's waist
    and rose up to meet his passionate kiss.
    "And what do you want from me?"
    Hagen plundered my mouth and
    penetrated me with those thick fingers of
    his all at the same time. Gasping, I arched
    my back and clutched his arms. He
    grinned sexily and nipped at my chin.
    "Everything, Cassie. I want it all—with
    you."
    Giggling and vibrating with desire, I
    answered him with a pleasured sigh. "I'm
    yours, Hagen. All yours…"

    The End .
    QUID PRO QUO
    EXCERPT

    "I need money, Greg."
    His gaze jumped from his laptop screen
    to my face. Surprise brightened his face.
    He blinked a few times. "How the hell did
    you get in here?"
    I flashed the house key he'd given me a
    few months ago. "I rang the doorbell, like,
    five times but you didn't answer."
    "Sorry." He sighed loudly, sat back and
    wiped a hand down his face "I've been
    mentally replaying the call from this
    afternoon and checking the transcripts."
    I stepped into his home office and
    noticed he still wore his all-black
    uniform. The harsh-looking material and
    military style lent an intimidating air to
    Greg. Apparently his latest SWAT shift
    hadn't gone well. I'd learned to