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you.”
    His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “What does love have to do with this? I’ve never asked for their love, and they’ve never asked for mine.”
    She noticed his voice had lost some of its edge, as if he was no longer sure of himself. She felt sorry for him, so sorry that he thought love was such a waste of time.
    “Don’t pity me, Jasmeene,” he bit out, carrying her across the room to bend her over his desk. “I don’t want or need your pity.” He raised up her skirt, revealing her bare ass. Had it been any other man, she would have torn him apart for taking such liberties, but not with Roarke.
    “It’s just sad,” she whispered, holding his gaze from over her shoulder, even as he fumbled with his zipper and released his cock. “If you died tomorrow, no woman would care.”
    He leaned over her, the tip of his cock already pushing against her dripping slit.
    “You would care,” he whispered. “You would miss me, Jasmeene.”
    He was right—she would, but the smug grin on his face forced her to protest, but he swallowed it up, his lips claiming hers at the same time he claimed her body.
    She cried into his mouth, his thick shaft filling her, stretching her, sinking into the wetness that poured from her sex.
    He deepened the kiss, his tongue nearly down her throat. He slammed into her, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoing off his walls. With their lips still fused together, he reached around to rip her shirt open, his hands shoving down her bra to hungrily grope her breasts.
    When he plucked her nipples, a tiny twinge of pain shot down her spine, and she moaned. He surged harder, pumping his engorged flesh deep within her, the tip brushing against the mouth of her womb.
    He was on the edge, and she was right there with him. Wrenching her lips from his, she grasped the desk, her knuckles turning red. She buried her face into the files scattered across his desk, her eyes clenching tight.
    He pounded her pussy like a man possessed, and she knew she would be sore tomorrow. Her body began to tremble, her orgasm right there. She was about to come. With just one more thrust, one last stroke against her g-spot, she was almost th—
    “Don’t you scream.” He grunted against her ear. “Blank all your emotions, all your thoughts and hold it in.”
    She whimpered at the demand, but knew he was right. If she didn’t control it, everyone would know.
    She bit her lip, her eyes squinting tight and when he slammed into her, she fought not to scream. It was too much, and when she would have cried out, he seized her lips, at the same time he let loose a harsh groan into her mouth, as he filled her up with his hot semen.
    He spurted into her, thick jets of his seed coating her insides as tremors rocked their bodies.
    It was several minutes before he peeled his lips from hers, their breathing ragged and uneven. It took him another minute to move, and when he did, he pulled out of her slowly, stumbling backwards.
    With the flick of his wrist, he righted her clothing, although she could have done it herself. He then stuffed his now sleepy cock back into his pants, and combed a hand through his hair, sending it spiking in every direction.
    After such an explosive encounter, she wanted to retreat from him again, take time to gather her emotions, but remembered she was there to talk about the case.
    “We may have a lead. That’s what I was discussing with Kris. Seems there’s this guy—”
    “Anders.”
    “Huh?”
    “Les Anders, an eerily pretty blond guy with clear blue eyes.”
    “You already knew?” She scowled at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “Wanted to see what you came up with on your own.” He grinned. “Good job, rookie.” She wanted to smack him. She’d been working her butt off—and not just figuratively at this point—to get a lead that he already had.
    She folded her arms across her chest. “So what do you know?”
    “What Kris has is pretty much it. I’ve been