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stock of what had just happened. Not once in his thirty-five years had he ever reacted so quickly to a woman, or fucked her after knowing her less than ten minutes. He was surprised at himself for losing control. Hell, he was there to do a job. And so far, he’d broken his one hard fast rule-you didn’t mess around with the client.
     
              Well, there was nothing he could do to change that now. Marissa was beautiful, hot, and had a mind of her own. She’d pushed his buttons as if she knew him, and Beau wasn’t going to kid himself into thinking that she hadn’t known what she was doing. For reasons only she understood, she’d wanted him as much as he’d wanted her.
     
              He sucked a deep breath into his smoke free lungs, wishing for the cigarettes he’d given up six months before. The air was thick with the scent of sex, warm and musky and very identifiable. With his nose pressed into Marissa’s soft hair, he could also smell the light scent of her flowery shampoo.
     
              A low grunt escaped him as his cock softened and slipped out of her body. When she twitched slightly, he smiled. Then it dawned on Beau that he was still holding her pinned against the wall, her feet dangling a few inches off the floor. Slowly he let her slide down. He pulled back to meet the glitter of her eyes.
     
              “I hope you don’t think I’m in the habit of doing things like this all the time.”
     
              Confusion filled her pretty eyes, and then amusement. “Isn’t that my line? I’ve never done anything like this, ever. I don’t know what got into me.”
     
              Beau couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face. After a few seconds, it dawned on her what she’d said. The blush that came over her face revealed her embarrassment. He looked around the small room until his gaze fell on a robe over the back of a chair. Without taking his eyes off Marissa, he stepped back and reached for it.
     
              “Thank you.”
     
              She clutched it to the front of her. Beau swung around to give her some time to slip into it. He reached down and took care of the condom before tucking his deflated, well-loved cock back into his pants, then zipped up and buckled his belt.
     
              “I hope you don’t think this changes my mind about letting you go, Mr. Evans.”
     
              The woman was stubborn. He turned back to her. She was tying the sash to the robe, just beneath her full rounded breasts. “We’ve already had this conversation. And under the circumstances, don’t you think we’re on a first name basis?”
     
              Marissa slapped her hands on her hips. The action caused the robe to part slightly between her breasts. His gaze automatically went to the dark cleavage there. He pushed aside the memory of rolling her hard nipples with his tongue. Her slight huff caused Beau to raise his gaze. Her pretty lips were pressed in obvious irritation. What did she expect? They’d just had one hot fuck session, and he was a boob man. Especially when they were big, round, and lickable.
     
              “I think under the circumstances you should leave.”
     
              He had to give her credit. She didn’t back down easily. And she had more spunk than common sense.
     
              “I doubt Kirk will continue to pay you when he learns of the liberties you’ve taken with me.”
     
              He ignored her comment, which more or less held him to blame. “I believe his exact words were, ‘Do whatever it takes to keep Marissa safe. I don’t care if you have to handcuff her to you. I don’t want her out of your sight until this killer is caught.’” He paused to take a breath. “And you wanted my dick inside you as much as I did.”
     
              Her pretty jaw dropped, but it was clear she was speechless. He reached