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sound, there were cameras in every room. Security was watching—and God knew who else. There was no getting out of it—and truth be told, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to anyway.
    Her body knew him, recognised his touch, and it craved the intimate press of his flesh against hers, the steel, hard length of him pushing inside her cunt. She’d fought him, fought against this very moment, but now that she was here, she embraced it, determined to master him at his own game of seduction.
    She’d gone to great lengths to prepare herself, so she was surprised by Roarke’s hesitance. After all, she’d thought he’d have her naked and panting as soon as she stepped inside.
    “What’s wrong?”
    He leaned into her, his face buried in the crook of her neck. To anyone watching it would appear as if he was kissing her there.
    “I just want to be sure you’re all right with this.”
    She sighed. “I’m fine. Besides they’re watching us, we have to do this.”
    “I know, bu—”
    “I need Jensen to believe that I’m willing to turn tricks. We have to go through with this.”
    “I know.”
    He still hesitated, and she knew it was because he worried for her.
    She leant back. “Don’t grow a conscience on me now, Roarke.” She grasped his face between her hands. “I refuse to fail at this assignment.”
     
    She kissed him then, her lips hard and demanding, and Roarke didn’t know whether to push her away or pull her close. She was using him, not intentionally, but it didn’t change the facts. If she did well on this assignment, it would look good in her file, and she was willing to do anything—including him, to make that happen. An emotion he didn’t want to examine coiled in his belly at that notion. He pushed it aside, trying to focus on her plump, round lips against his, but he couldn’t shake his annoyance with her. He’d told her to ignore her human side, but that didn’t mean he wanted her to deny her emotions, her feelings. At the very least, he wished she weren’t so cavalier about this entire situation.
    Her hands caressing his bare chest shattered his thoughts. She’d made a good point earlier, he thought, his hands dipping to cup her fleshy ass. When the hell had he grown a conscience? He bedded women and walked away. Assignment or not, Jasmeene was just another woman to fuck. Why did he care so damned much? Jasmeene was a big girl. She could take care of herself.
    He backed her to the bed, forcing her to the mattress when her knees connected with the edge. He followed her down, covering her body with his, in a tangle of limbs.
    He could have removed her clothes with his mind, but he enjoyed the slow reveal of her flesh, every tantalising inch. He unhooked the metallic sequined bra, peeling it slowly down her body, her breasts spilling forth. From the moment she’d stripped in his office, he’d ached to capture the full weight of her mounds in his hands, to draw her berry ripe nipples inside his mouth.
    She called his name, a breathless whisper that hardened his cock. He dipped his head, pulling a tight nub between his lips, sucking gently, drawing a choppy moan from her lips. The way she cried out, on the edge of passion was eerily familiar, but he didn’t stop to dwell on that.
    His other hand skimmed the length of her body, across her taut middle, pushing aside her matching thong to explore the treasure between her legs. He sucked in a sharp breath, his hand skimming the blunt hairs of her shaved sex. He’d thought it sexy to look at, but to touch her had his cock begging to burst through his pants.
    He dipped his finger into her wet sex, a groan spilling from his lips, when her hot tunnel clenched around him. He pushed inside her with two fingers, the tight feel of her around his digits, making it difficult to even breathe. He ached to slide inside her cunt, knowing her pussy walls would grip him so tightly, so firmly.
    He trailed down the length of her down her body, roughly pushing her