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“I’ve known where you were for weeks now. I wasn’t going to do much with the information unless Lena wanted me to, but other people forced my hand in this case.”

“You’re here with Lena?” His eyes darted around the room, looking for her.

“Don’t be a f*cking idiot. You won’t be seeing her until I say so and only if she wants to see you.” I turned toward him, my eyes narrowing, my pulse pounding in my neck. “Let’s get one thing straight. The moment you hired me to seduce her was the moment you lost her. Forever. She’s mine now and you don’t get to look at her. You don’t get to speak to her. You don’t even get to breathe the same air as her.”

“Why are you here, then?” he rasped at me.

“Edgar sent me.”

I watched as the blood drained from his face and little beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and right above his lips. He looked ill and a not-so-small part of me enjoyed watching the fear physically affect him.

“Edgar not only wants his money, he also wants you dead.”

Derrek’s eyes widened and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He turned back to the bar and drained his drink, then lifted his glass at the bartender, signaling he wanted another.

“Looks like hiring you to seduce my wife might have been the biggest mistake of my life. Or, rather, tangling myself with Edgar was.” He sighed and took a gulp of his refreshed drink, then ran his hand through his hair, obviously nervous and frustrated.

“Let me ask you a question. Why didn’t you just pay Edgar off? You got more than enough money when you ran, why didn’t you just give him his money?”

He sighed heavily. “I don’t expect you to understand my decisions, uh, Preston, was it?”

I caught the small smirk pull up the corner of his mouth as he took another sip and refrained from putting my fist directly into that same spot with so much force he’d fly from his stool.

“You know my name, *. You also know that I could make one phone call and you’d be dead by morning. Probably dead right next to your woman and your children. So, from here on out, choose your words wisely.” I moved close, closer than I wanted to be to him, but I needed to make my point. “I’m not a murderer; even if Edgar ordered me to kill you, I don’t have it in me. Lena doesn’t want you dead either, which both confuses me and makes me damn proud of her. You gave up the best woman you’d ever have, but lucky for me, I was there and made her mine.” I looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, but moved even closer still, my mouth just a hair’s breadth from his ear. “I might not want you dead, but I’ve got no problem telling Edgar where to find you. But, if you’d shut your goddamned mouth for just one minute, I’d tell you how we can all get out of this situation with our lives and the people we love.”





Chapter Seven


When I woke, it was to the feeling of Lena’s hands running softly along my chest. Starting right above my navel and moving up, trailing all the way to my shoulder, then down to start the journey over again. Her cheek rested on my other shoulder and my arm was wrapped around her waist. I pulled her closer and buried my nose in her hair. I loved the smell of Lena’s hair in the morning. That scent could wake me up for the rest of my life and I’d be a happy man.

Then her hand moved lower still and I was happy for another reason entirely.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” I whispered, pressing the words into her hair as her hand moved lazily over me.

“I’ve decided,” she said teasingly, smiling up at me, “just because we’re in Greece for unpleasant reasons doesn’t mean we can’t have a pleasant morning.”

“I like the way you think,” I said, smiling, lifting my hips and pressing my now solid cock right into the warmth of her hand.

“I like the way you feel,” she answered, just before she sat up and hiked a leg over my waist, straddling me, and effortlessly sliding me into her. I watched, unable to look away, as Lena rode me, slowly rocking back and forth. Her raven hair tumbled down her back, her head tilted to face the ceiling, eyes closed in obvious ecstasy. She unhurriedly used my body to bring herself to orgasm, and just listening to her cry out my name nearly had me following. I managed to grab hold of her hips and pump up into her, over and over, forcefully and at a punishing pace, quickly finding my release just before she crumpled on top of me.

I turned my face back into her hair, my hands running up and down her spine, feeling her breathing slow. Eventually, I rolled her onto her back and slipped out of her, watching her mouth open slightly at the feeling of losing me. I trailed the backs of my fingers down her cheek, trying to soothe her before I had to tell her what had transpired the night before.

“I met with Derrek last night.” The words slipped past my lips and I watched as her expression moved from relaxed and happy to confused and angry.

“What are you talking about?”

“After you fell asleep, I went downstairs to the bar and he was there. So I spoke with him.”

The anger drained from her face, her features softened, and she moved closer to me by just a bit.

“So, he’s here? And he knows I’m here? What did he say?”

“He didn’t have much to say, love. I made it pretty clear that he wasn’t to speak your name, and I just explained the situation. He knows Edgar is after him and pretty upset he took off with his money. He also knows we have a solution for him.”

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