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the man she was supposed to love.
    When making love on the couch wasn’t enough, she’d dragged him to his feet. Still hard, wet and throbbing, Remy had bent, scooped her up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
    Mitchell and Remy did it in the living room, against the wall on the way to the bedroom and finally collapsed into the bed where he’d slowed the pace and caressed every part of her body with a gentleness she didn’t deserve. By the time he came inside her, she was crying again, silent tears, streaming down her cheeks.
    He rolled to his side and gathered her close, holding her until her sobs subsided and she came to her senses.
    Then she’d booted him out of her bed and her apartment and refused to see him, the guilt too much to bear. A year had gone by and the guilt had faded. One day, she’d answered an email from Remy. He’d texted her and she hadn’t deleted it. Soon they were talking electronically and on his last deployment, she’d emailed him every day.
    She’d let herself believe they might finally get past Derek’s death and the terrible thing they’d done. They’d gone so far as to promise each other that if they didn’t have a date for Valentine’s Day, they’d go out together.
    Mitchell knew she wouldn’t have a date. She hadn’t been seeing anyone in the year since Derek’s death. But Remy was a very attractive, sexual man with needs. She couldn’t expect him to go a year without dating someone on redeployments stateside. Still a slim hope that he’d call when he returned from deployment had remained firmly rooted in her mind.
    Then a week ago, Kelli had disappeared and her boss had given the case to an incompetent ass. Mitchell had to go rogue undercover in hope of saving her friend.
    Now she was trying to salvage a mission she’d assigned herself, and Remy was there, holding her, sliding his throbbing cock into her. Sometimes she thought fate was playing cruel games with her life.
    As she sank over him, her memories of the last time they were together ebbed and flowed though her. Her body knew his as if their one night together had only been yesterday.
    She lifted his hands to her breasts and arched her back, pressing them into his palms. If she let herself, she could almost forget that one of the most formidable mobsters was outside their door, with listening and infrared devices, checking her out, making certain she was who she said she was. A whore, who’d take money for sex.
    Mitchell rode Remy, the firm thickness filling her; the added danger of her situation made her even more turned on than she could imagine. That someone could actually see the heat images of her and Remy getting it on made her pussy tighten.
    Remy stilled, his hands on her hips, then he lifted her off him and flipped her onto her back, coming up over her. He leaned down. “Do you really think he’d be watching us?”
    “Yes.” Mitchell wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “He doesn’t let anyone close, and he checks out all of his dancers.”
    His brow wrinkled in a frown and he paused in mid-thrust. “Why?”
    “I think he’s responsible for some of the women who’ve gone missing from the Virginia Beach area. I think he’s either selling them or drugging them and forcing them into prostitution.” She tightened her legs around him. “Don’t stop. We have to make this look convincing.”
    Resuming his pace, Remy moved in and out of her, his dick hard, thick and long.
    “Oh, yes!” she cried loudly, in case Hatch or his henchmen were listening into her session with Remy. “Fuck me, baby. Harder!”
    “Do you like to play rough, little girl?” Remy popped her thigh with a cupped palm. The sound was much louder than the pain, the sting setting off electrical currents throughout her body.
    “Yeah, baby. Do it again,” she cried, only half-acting now. She liked it when he played rough. Derek had been tame, too gentle and unimaginative in bed, treating her like a