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With a roar, Jace’s rhythm turned erratic. He slammed into me one final time and stilled, his chest heaving against my back.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, pressing his lips to my shoulder blade. “I’ve never had anything like that.”

Well, that was flattering to hear. Incredibly flattering actually, and I wanted more of him, more of this. We stayed connected, both sticky with sweat and struggling to catch our breath.

“You are going to be trouble for me, aren’t you?” The wonder in his voice made my heart skip.

“Was this what I’ve been missing all these years?” The words slipped out before I could catch them.

“Missing?”

“I haven’t done this in forever.”

“No?”

“No,” I admitted. “And never like this.”

“Sounds like you had some serious pent-up sexual tension.”

“Apparently.” I laughed as he pressed another kiss between my shoulder blades.

“Shower?” heoffered.

“Please.”

“Scar?”

“Yeah?”

“After the shower, I’m going to fuck you again.”

Well then, maybe trouble is exactly what I need.

13

JACE

“So, tell me about the guy.” I traced my fingers along her spine, admiring how her blonde hair spilled across my chest like liquid gold.

“The guy?” Scarlett lifted her head, one eyebrow arched. The sheets were tangled around us, evidence of our latest round of passion. The city lights filtering through the windows cast a gentle glow across her skin.

“Revenge list guy.”

“Pass.” She dropped her head back to my chest, but I caught the tension in her shoulders.

“Oh, come on,” I coaxed, threading my fingers through her hair. “The curiosity is killing me.”

She chuckled, but remained silent, her fingers drawing lazy patterns across my tattoos.

“It might feel good to get it off your chest,” I suggested. “And you’ll never see me again, so what does it matter if you tell me?”

“That’s fair.” She seemed to consider this for a moment, then propped herself up on her elbow, her hair cascading over one shoulder. Her eyes met mine, and something in them made my chest tighten. “So, I’m in my boss’s office, right? And he literally puts his hand on my thigh.”

“He what?” I shifted up, the muscles in my jaw clenching.

“I know, right?” Her laugh was bitter. “I can’t believe stuff like this still happens. At first, I tried to handle it with professionalism, but he just got more aggressive.”

Anger began to simmer in my veins at the thought of someone touching her like that. Witty, funny, charming Scarlett. Scarlett, who made me laugh for the first time in forever and who my instincts said didn’t have a mean bone in her body. Scarlett, who had kept my mind off work and had given me the best sex of my life. Who had been ravenous in bed, then sweet when she’d washed my back in the shower. The thought of someone violating her …