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“If I was there to kill you, you’d be dead.”

Huh. She’s probably right about that. Her organization is known for their ruthless tenacity. “How did you escape?” I ask.

“Diplomacy.” Jaimie rises to her tiptoes to reach a high shelf. The movement pulls her robe up over her thighs, her ass.

My eyes go to her soft curves.

God, she still has a perfect figure.

“I pulled up my old recordings last night,” she says, as she turns to face me.

“Which one?” I ask.

“The one I sent to your boss,” she says with a smile.

After I set up a camera in her hotel room, she sent a recording of our sex tape to my boss with a note that said fair is fair.

“You’re so sexy in it,” she says as she moves closer. Close enough I smell her citrus shampoo. Close enough I wrap my arms around her instinctively. “I came three times. It went too fast. I didn’t get to enjoy it for long enough.”

Mmm. Jamie’s groan. Is there anything better?

She runs her fingers over my chin. “When did you last watch it?”

I let all that desire flow through me. And I look her in the eyes, as I tell her the truth. “Last night.”

Her pupils dilate. “How many times?”

"Not enough to satisfy me.”

"Why punish yourself.” She draws a line down my neck. "You could take me right here, right now. Against the wall. Up on the counter. In that tiny bed. I’m yours, however you want me.”

I give her exactly the reaction she craves, “Go for it.”

Her eyes fill with surprise.

"You want me that badly?" I continue as I match her touch. I cup her cheek with my palm. Run my thumb over her temple. "Take off your robe. Get on your knees. Show me how much you miss the feeling of my hands in your hair.”

She looks up at me with an equal mix of need and defiance. "You think I won't?" Her voice is all rebellion.

Damn. There’s nothing sexier than Jamie out to prove herself.

I barely manage to keep an even tone. "I have no idea what you’ll do, diavolessa,” I call her by that old nickname. Because I can affect her too. I can fuck with her too. “I only know you aren’t.”

She undoes the sash of her robe.

The sides spill open, revealing the long, curvy lines of her body.

I look her up and down, savoring every single molecule.

We hang there, in that perfect moment of possibility.

"I did miss you.” Her voice shifts to a softer tone. The one thing I’m not prepared to fight. "And I missed this." She brings a hand to my cheek, runs her thumb over my temple. "The way you study me with those gorgeous brown eyes..." Her other hand goes to my belt. "And I want to, baby. I really do. You have no fucking idea how often I think of this." She undoes the buckle of my belt. The zipper of my pants. Her hands slip into my slacks.

“What do you think about?”

"I've been fantasizing about way you feel in my mouth," she murmurs, "that groan you make when you're almost there... when you are there. It’s my go-to.” There’s no falseness in her voice.

Only pure desire.