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.”“You’re angry.I got it.You have a right to be angry.But I did everything to help Mark.I would never lie about him.Helping him is too important.And before you forget, you’re the one who came up with this little sexual blue-light special.Don’t act like I twisted your arm here.”As much as the truth pissed him off, Rafe couldn’t refute that.In the moments since she’d agreed to their hot sex bargain, he’d been desperate to touch her, taste her, take her.He’d been far less angry about his abduction and far more focused on how her wet slit would grip his cock and what sort of noises she would make when she came.Worse, even after a great blow job, he still felt that desperate urge to know every part of her body intimately.Shit.Rafe made his way down the hall, to the closet.He quickly dressed in his slacks and dress shirt.“Where is my laptop?”As he reappeared in the bedroom door fully dressed, panic tightened Kerry’s face, widened her eyes.“Rafe, can’t we talk about this? I know you’re angry, but—”“Where the hell is my laptop?”“In the living room, next to the TV,” she murmured, tears welling in her green eyes.“Are you leaving now?”He should.He should.He knew he should.but somehow he didn’t want to, not until he savored her every delight.and tortured her a bit with her own medicine.Mind spinning with possibilities, he approached her and reached for the handcuff key.“I promised to look into your brother’s situation.You promised me forty-eight hours of sex.I’m going to work on my end of the deal now.I’m uncuffing you so you can rest and live up to yours later.Until I come to you, leave me the hell alone.”For three hours, Kerry listened to Rafe in the front room, trying to imagine what he was doing on her brother’s behalf.It beat trying to forget everything they’d done together in this rumpled bed.The orgasm he’d given her had made her body explode with such force, Kerry was stunned her brain hadn’t burst with it.The feel of his tongue rasping over her slick flesh while his finger prodded the bundle of nerves inside her.even the memory electrified her more than a light parade at Disney World.Equally enticing was the freedom and power she’d had with Rafe’s body.Like velvet steel under her hands, his skin enthralled her.He wasn’t one of those bodybuilders whose biceps exceeded their brain cells.He was lean, like a swimmer.The salty-musky man scent and taste of him had her hormones doing the Macarena.Tiffany really had given oral sex a bad rap.What a rush! Feeling Rafe tense, hearing him groan as he clutched her hair in his fingers, gentle yet aggressive.That’s how Rafe kissed her, touched her.If he took her to bed in that same fashion.Well, the thought made her shiver.Again, he’d persuaded her through his touch, his kiss, to say yes.Even after he’d given her plenty of opportunity to say no.How was that possible? She wasn’t easy, except with him.In a weird way, she trusted him.He had no reason to be kind.When he had stayed with her after managing to trick her and tie her down, she’d been stunned.Of course, he must actually want her.Guys couldn’t fake an erection—at least not that she was aware of.And there was no denying that, despite everything, she wanted him.“What the hell?” Kerry heard him mutter down the hall.The tapping of the keyboard and a few soft curses later, he rose to pace the hardwood floors.None of that sounded promising, and Kerry wished she knew more about computers than surfing AOL required.Jason had always called it Internet with training wheels.Maybe she should have tried to come out of her cybershell.Too late now.It was up to Rafe.Could he find anything to help Mark?Before the abduction, Kerry had been certain that an expert like the esteemed Rafael Dawson could find the proof needed to free her brother.So certain, she would have bet a lung.Now she wondered.Maybe it wasn’t that easy.Could someone alter, freeze, or heaven forbid, erase the files that might prove Mark innocent?Positive energy, she told herself.Rafe was the best; he’d find something.Tiptoeing down the hall, Kerry peeked into the front room—and drew in a sharp breath.Rafe sat, gorgeous and shirtless, in the cottage’s red leather chair.Muscles rippled along his bronzed shoulders and back, around the sizable width of his arms, every time he moved.A pulse of heat beat low in her belly, and Kerry chastised herself.No matter how yummy, now was not the time to indulge her overactive hormones with Rafe.Biting her lip, she held in a sigh.His laptop rested on the ottoman.Rafe’s gaze alternated between her file folder full of Mark’s case information and the square color screen.Kerry didn’t want to disturb him, but the suspense was killing her.She also didn’t want to endure another tongue-lashing.Suffering Rafe’s sarcastic temper was not her idea of fun.“You don’t follow directions well, do you?” he asked, not looking up from his work.He’d heard her? Tugging the lavender shirt over the short shorts she’d donned, she asked, “How did you know I was here?”Casting a glance over his shoulder, Rafe shot her a sardonic glance.“Let’s just say you shouldn’t apply to work for Spy-master.”“I can’t be that loud.I have bare feet,” she protested while wiggling her toes.He snorted.“I grew up listening for the sounds of sneaky servants and my father.If I didn’t listen hard enough and move fast enough, there was hell to pay.”“In trouble a lot as a kid? I can picture that.”“My fair share, anyway.” He shrugged.Kerry’s imagination provided an image of Rafe, all dark razor-cut hair and fancy prep school uniform framing silver eyes full of mischief.The only thing that had changed since then was his clothes.or lack thereof.Damn it all, why didn’t the man put on a shirt so she could think straight?“Find anything yet?” she asked.Rafe glanced over his shoulder, that hot silver gaze zeroing in on her.“You mean other than the fact you’re wearing clothes when I told you not to?”“I mean about my brother.” She anchored her hands on her hips.He shrugged.“Still looking into it.Tell me, was Mark a smart guy in school?”“Honors all the way.He was a whiz with math and science.Without him, I would never have made it through my first semester in college.Algebra Two nearly did me in.”The smile Rafe tried to suppress showed through.“What about computers? Does he know much about them?”“Only what he learned at the bank.Jason had been teaching him some.before his arrest.Mark had just been promoted to assistant manager and needed more computer skills.”Something in Rafe’s gaze sharpened.“Do you know what Jason taught him?”Kerry shook her head.“It all sounded like Greek to me.If I was at Mark’s house when he and Jason talked cybergoo, I usually found my sister-in-law, Tiffany.She’s always good for chats about General Hospital and the merits of nail polish.”“Hmm.”“What’s that mean?” she demanded.“Maybe nothing.I don’t know yet.” Rafe twisted in the red leather chair and riveted her in place with a challenge of a stare.“Let’s talk about you.Let’s talk about the fact you’re dressed in more than your birthday suit.”“Well, I.” she sputtered, as caught off guard by his tone as by the tension coiling low in her belly.“I assumed that since you weren’t in the room—”“Don’t assume.I have total control, right?”Was he serious? And was she actually aroused already? “Yeah.”“Naked means naked.Off with it.Now.”Blinking, Kerry paused
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