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  “Now,” she whispered as the hard, throbbing crest was pressed into place once again. “Now, Turk…”

  The muffled, whimpering cry that left her lips at his first thrust was followed by a second as he pulled back. Pushing inside her again, he went farther. On the third thrust he buried deep, a hard rasp of a groan echoing from his chest.

  It was so good.

  Pinpoints of heat and pleasure pain attacked her flesh as it struggled to accommodate the width of his erection inside her. Sensation built and gathered, swirling through her senses, drawing a muted cry from her lips and intensifying the need already burning through her.

  “So damned tight,” he whispered, his lips moving to her neck once again, spreading kisses along the sensitive column as he moved toward the needy, hard-peaked breasts below. “So sweet and hot. Damn, Erin. So fucking sweet and hot.”

  The penetration stretched her almost painfully, the duality of the pleasure and pinching heat making her gasp from the sensations. The pressure it created on the piercing that circled her clit was disastrous.

  There was no holding back her response as each pulse and throb of his cock inside her seemed to tighten the gold semicircle with its emerald-tipped jewel tighter around the swollen nub.

  There was no holding back any part of herself. She was his. All his. She’d known it since the moment their eyes met, since that first kiss.…

  Then, he began to move. Thrusting inside her, slow and easy, his lips moved from her neck, along her collarbone to the tight point of a nipple pleading for touch.

  Tightening her thighs on his hips, her head fell to his shoulder; Erin could feel her response to him spiraling out of her control. There was no holding back, no pulling back. As though her body recognized the one touch she would always ache for, her senses became consumed by him.

  The piercing circling her clit tightened further, rasping over the engorged bud of her clit as Turk moved against her. Drawing back, the heavy length of his cock stroking slowly over sensitive nerve endings, enflaming them with the stretching pleasure-pain.

  Pulling free, the broad crest paused at her entrance, Erin drew in a shaky breath, only to expel it in a harsh cry of extreme sensation as Turk powered inside her once again.

  The hard penetrations followed by the slow, exquisitely sensual withdraws were intoxicating. Each one pushed her deeper into the merciless storm gathering inside her. Pleasure raged across nerve endings. Heat flushed her body, swirling around her, through her. Flames licked across her flesh, struck at her clit with each inward stroke, then over the slick, inner flesh of her sex.

  It was so good.

  Sharp, building ecstasy whipped through her, gathering and intensifying as his thrusts began to quicken, to push her higher, deeper into the swirling heat surrounding her.

  His lips drew at her nipple, the pleasure there sending shards of sharp sensation to clench at her womb.

  Addictive.

  She knew she would crave more once he was done. She would ache for this pleasure. She might even be tempted to beg for it.

  “Turk.” Crying out his name as his hips moved harder, faster, driving him inside her with destructive results, she felt every muscle inside her begin to tighten.

  Her clit was so swollen the piercing sensations drove her to the brink of insanity. Her nearing orgasm tightened, brewing in her womb, in her clit, racing toward ecstasy.

  The muscles of her vagina clamped on each shafting stroke, tightening on him, pleasure rupturing through her senses as a low, mewling cry escaped her throat.

  It hit her then.

  An explosion that vibrated so deep, so powerfully inside her that she swore she saw stars. One hard, violent spasm after another clenched the flesh surrounding him. They rocked through her senses, dragging her into a storm of blinding ecstasy.

  “Ah, fuck!” Turk groaned, his head lifting from her nipple, his cock plunging inside her again. Again.

  As pleasure destroyed her senses she felt him tighten against her, his erection throbbing with one hard, powerful pulse before the feel of his release echoed through her sensitive inner flesh. The final, ever-deepening explosion of her own orgasm drove through her senses with incredible, destructive rapture.

  Collapsing against him, Erin was only barely aware of him moving. Holding her close. His arms strong and warm, he carried her into her bedroom and gently laid her back on her bed.

  As she drifted off to an exhausted slumber she felt him stripping her. For a moment, she awakened enough to realize he was slowly moving a damp cloth between her thighs, removing the damp proof of her own pleasure.

  *

  Thankfully, she slept, Turk thought, unaware of him staring down at her as the sun rose hot and bright in the Texas sky. Unaware of the way he brushed back a swath of red-gold hair before drawing back and snapping and zipping his jeans before leaving her apartment, locking the door behind him silently.

  Moving across the hall he unlocked the door to his own apartment, stepped inside, then blew out a hard, deep breath.

  “Fuck,” he muttered into the silence of his apartment. “I’m screwed.”

  Because the pleasure had been simply incredible. Better than anything he’d ever known with any other woman. Better than he’d ever imagined he’d experience.

  He wanted nothing more than to slip back into her apartment, into her bed, and experience it again.

  An addictive pleasure.

  And addictions were flat forbidden in his life.

  For a reason.

  CHAPTER 6

  Erin had never imagined what a damned fool she could possibly be.

  What had she imagined would happen? That in the space of time it took Turk Rogan to get off that he’d somehow decide he couldn’t do without her?

  Wasn’t she a fool if she had believed that for even a heartbeat?

  But maybe, somewhere inside that place where hope still struggled to burn, she’d wondered if it could happen.

  Pulling into a parking space on the opposite side of the bar than from where she normally parked, Erin drew in a deep breath. She told herself she wasn’t going to act any differently than she had before. Once she left the car her hands would not shake, her heart would not race.

  She’d been trained to rein in such a show of nerves before her stepfather had allowed her to join the Covert Information Network.

  Another hard breath and her heartbeat slowed. With her body under control she opened the door and stepped from the car. A second breath and her emotions stilled. They no longer raged through her, no longer tormented her.

  By the time she stepped into the employee’s entrance and relocked the door behind her, she was her normal calm self. Just as she had been trained to be and she was ready to return to the mission she’d been assigned.

  She was there to ascertain the security and efficiency of the agents in charge of gathering the information that came through the club. That was all she was there to do.…

  She hadn’t been sent to fall in love.

  *

  Turk watched the cameras, his eyes narrowed as Erin parked on the opposite side of the bar than he’d parked. She sat there for a moment before exiting the vehicle. She was calm, poised, no anger, no sense of betrayal showing on her expression as she entered the employees’ entrance.

  There wasn’t so much as a hint of nerves.

  Dressed in her customary skirt, vest, and white shirt paired with black, low heels, she was so damned sexy she almost took his breath away.

  Her red-gold hair was piled atop her head, fringes framing her face, and if he looked close enough he’d see the little mark he’d left the night before, just below her delicate ear.

  “She barely looks old enough to work here,” the director of the Covert Information Network, J. D. McConnell, stated rather blandly.

  “She’s old enough,” Cooper assured him. “You approved her application yourself.”

  J.D. snorted at the reminder. “I didn’t say she wasn’t old enough…” />
  “She didn’t do it!” Turning to the two men Turk could barely restrain the anger building inside him.

  Son of a bitch! What was wrong with him?

  Lifting a brow curiously, J.D. focused his attention on Turk. And that was never a comforting place to be. Penetrating, cool blue-gray eyes stared back at him as the director’s imposing features remained remote, nearly expressionless.

  “Who else would have?” Cooper asked then, his voice dark with his own anger.

  The Broken Bar was his, the men he worked with were the last of the unit he’d once fought with.

  “It’s not in her nature.…”

  “Or are you just too involved with the woman to see the possibility of the deception?” J.D. asked coolly. “You weren’t quite out of the cameras’ field of view the night before last when you were all but fucking her in the parking lot.” There was a hint of emotion in his voice then.

  Disgust perhaps?

  Turk glared back at him for long, tense moments.

  “Are you accusing me of something, director?” he asked then, stilling the urge to say more.

  “Of playing with the girl, perhaps?” The other man rose from his chair, like a predator moving into place for the kill.

  Tall, leanly muscled, middle age had done nothing to detract from J.D.’s powerful presence.

  The white dress shirt he wore tucked into dark gray slacks presented an appearance of thin civility. It was damned thin though.

  “I thought we were here to discuss Ms. Masters’s attempt to disengage the club’s security?” Cooper growled as Turk and the director stared back at each other in growing tension.

  “Mr. Rogan doesn’t seem convinced she’s capable of the act,” J.D. pointed out calmly. “I’d like to know why. Is it because he believes in her innocence or because he wants to protect any chance he’d have to get into her bed?”

  The bastard.

  The icy mockery in the director’s tone was starting to piss him off.

  “Have you slept with her, agent?” The question had Turk’s back teeth clenching.

  “That has nothing to do with why I believe in her innocence,” Turk argued.

  But was it the truth?

  Something had happened to him when he’d realized he’d nearly forgotten a condom before taking her. Something he couldn’t explain, even to himself.

  “I asked you a question,” the director stated, his voice growing colder. “Have you slept with her?”

  “None of your business,” Turk growled.

  J.D. nodded slowly, as though the question had somehow been answered before turning to Cooper. “Call her in please.”

  Turk grimaced, knowing what was coming.

  He should leave. If he stayed, he may end up hurting her further. Because seeing the hurt in her face was only going to piss him off more. And that more just may be the stick that broke the barrier he’d placed around his emotions years before.

  And how that had happened, he’d be damned if he knew. One thing was for sure though, nothing good could come of it.

  Turning his back on the two men, as Cooper made the call to Jake, he glared out the window of the office, teeth clenched, that anger building in his gut until his stomach clenched and his muscles ached.

  “She’s on her way,” Cooper announced.

  Turk waited, feeling that inner wall grow thinner, emotions surging behind it, anger battling at it.

  Emotions.

  Son of a bitch, he didn’t want to know what those emotions were, nor did he want to deal with them.

  A brief, light knock at the office door and Cooper’s permission to enter ended the brief solitude he’d managed to wrap around him, and the moment of reckoning arrived.

  *

  Erin stepped into the office, only barely managing to contain her shock as she recognized the tense, furious set of her stepfather’s expression.

  She was certain Cooper likely missed the rage brewing in J.D.’s gaze, but she didn’t. That lighter blue-gray was a sure giveaway that an explosion was imminent.

  Cooper sat back in the chair behind his desk, a frown on his face, his gaze sliding briefly to the third occupant next to the window.

  Turk.

  She looked away from him quickly, closed the door behind her, then moved with a confidence she certainly didn’t feel, until she stood several feet from Cooper’s desk.

  “You wanted to see me?” she asked, keeping her voice at its normal cadence, the nerves beginning to build in her stomach tightly contained as she stood relaxed, her arms at her sides as she met her boss’s gaze.

  “Erin, we seem to have a problem.” It was J.D. that moved from where he stood to the corner of the desk to face her.

  Damn, he was really pissed off.

  She lifted a brow slowly, watching from the corner of her eye as Cooper slowly tensed in his chair at the familiarity in J. D. McConnell’s tone.

  “Really?” she murmured. “What sort of problem?”

  She could feel Turk moving closer until he invaded her peripheral vision, then moved with a stealthy silence until he stood several feet from Cooper, a dark, steady watchfulness in his deep-brown gaze.

  Oh, hell, it was obvious J.D. had not informed them of exactly who she was and what she was doing there.

  J.D.’s smile was all teeth.

  Oh, God, what had she done to deserve this? Whatever the hell was coming, it was obvious her stepfather wasn’t just angry, and he’d gone past furious.

  “You’ve been accused of placing an electronic device designed to reroute the camera feed over the bar to an as-yet-undisclosed location after the club was closed last night.”

  Her gaze jerked to Turk. They had worked together last night. He would have known better.

  “The programming was done from this office,” Cooper interjected, his voice dangerously soft. “You were out of Turk’s gaze for approximately thirty minutes while taking the trash and soiled rags to the back door, then the time it would have taken you to collect your purse in the lounge across the hall. All recordings from the time just before you left the bar area until this morning were rerouted and erased from this system.”

  Erin remained silent for a second before looking slowly to her stepfather. His jaw was clenched, the savagely hewn curve not unlike Turk’s as well. Both men were silently holding back their fury, and there was little doubt it seemed directed at each other.

  She drew in a slow, deep breath. “Not one time did I enter this office, or any other office while out of the bar area,” she informed them. “I took the soiled rags and trash to the back door, collected my purse, then went to the employees’ bathroom to brush my teeth and collect a breath mint before returning to the bar and leaving.”

  “You brushed your teeth?” Cooper asked slowly, disbelievingly.

  “I did.” She nodded. “When I returned to the bar I then looked up at the camera, winked at it as I do every night before leaving, then preceded Turk from the bar. He locked up, followed me to my car, then we drove to town. I didn’t return to the bar, nor did I enter your office or mess with the cameras.”

  “Why the hell did you stop to brush your teeth before leaving the bar?” Cooper snapped as though she would lie about it.

  “Because I wanted to,” she answered, barely holding back a confrontational tone begging to escape.

  “Something you never do any other time,” Cooper growled as Turk slowly glanced to the ceiling as though daring to pray. “I’ve checked the video of previous weeks, Ms. Masters, to ascertain your schedule. If you brushed your teeth last night…”

  “She did.” The snap in Turk’s tone had Erin glancing to her stepfather once again.

  He still wasn’t happy. If nothing else, he was becoming dangerously furious.

  “How the hell do you know?” Cooper jerked around to glare at his security agent. “You were in the bar.”

  “Come on, Cooper,” Turk bit out, his expression tightening as his shoulders tensed further. “She brushed he
r teeth, dammit, and I know she did. Let it go at that.”

  “I want to know why.…”

  “Because he kissed her before following her to her apartment where he stayed approximately forty-eight minutes before sneaking back to his own like some damned thief.”

  Erin flinched at the pure fury reflected in J.D.’s tone now.

  “And this isn’t some simple-minded little girl you’re accusing of treason, Cooper. She’s my damned daughter and here at this fucking club by my order.”

  “Stepdaughter,” she felt the need to interject as shock rippled through the room and filled Cooper’s gaze.

  J.D. turned that glare on her then. “My daughter.”

  Erin lifted her hand, covered her eyes, and gave a brief, agitated sigh.

  Oh, boy, he’d just screwed this puppy right, hadn’t he?

  Silence filled the office.

  Lowering her hand she shot her stepfather an irritated look before shaking her head wearily.

  “Thanks, J.D.,” she muttered mockingly before turning to Cooper. “I’ll collect my things and leave immediately.…”

  “He didn’t hire you, little girl, I did,” J.D. snarled, turning on her with a glower that had caused much more seasoned agents to back down immediately. “He has no power over that decision.”

  “Really, J.D.?” she questioned him with amazement. “You didn’t even let the owner know I was coming because it behooved you to take the time out of your busy schedule, then ordered me not to. Do you really think he wants me here now?”

  “I’ll be damned if you’ll stay,” her stepfather growled, “after what that bastard pulled last night.…” He stabbed his finger in Turk’s direction.

  “Were you there?” she snapped back at him, mortified.

  God, how had he known?

  The heat that filled her face was beginning to set a flame to her temper.

  “I didn’t have to be there, your handler was.” Her handler? Her stepbrother? Oh, God, this was getting worse by the second.

  “And that misfit stepbrother of mine can go to hell for all I care.” She stepped forward, all but going to her toes to go nose-to-nose with him. “He’s always overexaggerating everything. He does it just to piss you off.”