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anything.
    “I’m sorry. This isn’t going to work. Damn it.”
    The look of vulnerability passed, and she slid off his cock. He wailed under the tape. If she’d just release him, he could find out what she needed. Take her higher. He knew the secrets. He was man enough. But she was muttering to herself, looking confused. Scared, even a touch pissed. She yanked the silver dress over her head, contorted herself to zip it up the back, and slipped her feet into her shoes.
    No, no, no. You can’t leave!
    “I’m sorry to do this to you. I’m going to have to call your work wife to come let you go. I saw you with her, in the lobby. I saw how you looked at her, like she was the best thing since sliced cheese. Maybe that was my problem tonight, knowing deep inside that this—you and I—was futile. If I call her, that will probably get you into some trouble, but if I let you go…” She looked away. “We both know you’ll want more from me than I can give you right now. I just can’t do this.”
    Then she leaned in and kissed the tape over his lips, her finger trailing along his jaw. “I wish things could be different. When we get back to D.C., I’ll pay the punishment for what I’ve done to you, when you’re over your crush on Blondie. However you want, whatever fantasy you want. I’ll give you an entire weekend. But I can’t tonight.”
    She picked up the phone and dialed. Kate must have answered, because she said, “I have your gentleman friend in my room, tied to my bed. If you want him back, you’ll have to come get him.”
    She gave the room number, then she hung up and left without looking back. Jake wanted to spank that tight ass bright red first and then spend the night taking care of the lust she’d wrung from him, making her come, over and over. Damn that bitch.
    But then he closed his eyes and groaned. The only good thing about Tia was she had made him forget about Kate for a short period of time. And unfortunately, Kate was going to love this.
    ****
    Jake sat in Chase’s office Thursday morning, waiting for his friend and boss to get off the phone. His week had sucked, big-time, and it was only a matter of time before Chase either ribbed him beyond belief about Paris or pulled a gun and shot him dead. It all depended on what Kate had to say, and when it came to Chase, she couldn’t lie for beans. She’d fold her hand without blinking twice, and they’d both swing from the gallows.
    Paris . He fucking hated Paris now. He’d expected Kate to laugh, to poke fun at him when she came to untie him from Tia’s bed. Instead, she had cleared the room, put her gun in her shoulder holster and sighed, looking all sorts of sad.
    “You’ve had one shitty night, Anderson,” she’d informed him. No shit , was Jake’s thought.
    Kate had left, returned with something in her hand and tossed a sheet over his flaccid cock. Then she waggled his phone in her fingers. “Gotta take one. I can’t on my phone, not now, since things have changed between us. You know Chase will go through my phone and find it and assume the worst.” She took a photo. “But you can show this one to him when things are right again. He’ll love it.”
    Then she had removed the tape from his mouth, her beautiful face so close to his. “I suppose you don’t want to tell me about this.”
    “No.” Oh, hell no.
    So she untied him and tossed his clothes on the bed. “I’ll see you back at the room.”
    “I can’t.”
    She frowned. “Where you gonna go, then? Chase set this up for us to look married.”
    “Then I’ll tell him we had a marital spat. Unless you’re willing to let me make love to you like we’re married, I suggest you let me go. Because if I go back, I’ll cross that line with you, sick or not. I can’t take much more.”
    And Kate had looked even sadder but nodded. He had spent the night walking the streets of Paris, wondering how the hell his life had turned to shit, all the while thinking of a certain siren