Page 13 of Sweet Deception

Chapter Six

My eyes peel open before dawn. I awake flushed from Darren’s body heat radiating against my back.

I squint in confusion. Why’s it so dark in here? How long have I been…?

Slowly, the grogginess retreats, leaving behind the languid sensation of relaxed muscles and limbs. If someone told me I’d slept for a week straight, I’d probably believe them.

If not for the hard body molded to mine, I doubt I’d even remember where I was.

The intimacy of our position suddenly sinks in, and I freeze.

What in the…? Not only did I spend the night with my target, but now we’re seriouslyspooning?

Definitely a new low, even if last night was the highlight of the yearfor my normally cruddy sex life.

I tentatively move my legs and wince at the soreness I discover.

Yikes.I ache in places that remind me exactly how thoroughly Darren destroyed my control last night.

And suddenly, I’m angry with myself. Angry with this man.

Angry about the way he came at me when I had my guard down and devoured my mouth with his. The way he took meright there on the balcony like some kind of wild animal…pulling my hair while pushing his cock inside me.

I’m already hot beneath these blankets, thanks to his oppressive warmth, but now, the memories have started a fire inside me that I work to smother as quickly as I can.

A second later, the unmistakable cacophony of bombs dropping from fighter jets spurts to life in the room, like a television just popped on to show a WWII movie.What the hell?

After frantically glancing around, I register the vibration that accompanies the obnoxious noise.

Darren chose thisfor his ringtone?

Warfare sound effects? Why?

Just who in the hell did I sleep with last night?

I freeze when he shifts. He releases a big exhale against the back of my neck, and I fight not to shiver as the sensation brushes my sensitive skin.

Keeping my own breathing slow and steady, I pretend to still be asleep as he twists backward and retrieves his phone.

My pulse picks up when his voice rumbles through the quiet room, rough with sleep but still commanding.

Now I remember why I followed all his orders last night.

That voice…

Darren listens rather than speaks for the majority of the phone call.

I stay still and only allow myself a full breath when he sets the phone down and gets out of bed. A few seconds later, the bathroom door clicks shut.

My blood pumps faster while I fixate on the nightstand.

Where Darren’s phone sits.

Unguarded.

I leap out of bed on protesting muscles, fish my phone from my dress pocket, and rush to the nightstand. One touch ensureshis phone’s unlocked, which means I need to move my ass. My fingers shake as I initiate the cloning program.

Estimated Completion: Sixty seconds.