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  Caroline’s process had been more about her own twisted psyche than anything. Her twisted brain had turned an organization designed to protect innocent lives into something dark and twisted. Jason meant to reverse that—but not before Caroline was thoroughly rehabilitated.

  He tapped a switch to check in on her progress. A screen lit up with an image of the woman. As Caroline was caught in the throes of another hard orgasm, Jason downed two fingers of scotch, turned off the monitors, and went to bed alone.

  Chapter Nine

  “Boring, boring, so damn boring.” Katie chanted the words like a mantra as she kicked the bottom of her apartment door in the way you had to if you wanted it to open.

  It had been a hard day for Katie. Security was a tedious job that largely involved doing very little for very long periods of time. She had spent most of her day watching an heiress shop, buying overpriced goods in over-lit stores playing overly loud music. It was the sort of work that made her soul want to wither up and crawl away.

  She flicked the light on and discovered that she was not alone. He was there. The man who had haunted her thoughts and dreams since she’d left him. Jason. Sitting there like any normal person might, wearing a sweater and jeans. Looking almost innocuous, if you didn’t pay attention to the keen gleam in his green eyes.

  Katie stared at him for a moment, then shut the door behind herself. “What do you want?”

  Jason replied without hesitation. “You.”

  “Well, you can’t have me,” she said simply. “Because you’re a liar. And you’re obsessed with power. And you run a clandestine government organization with a shady moral compass. And because you’re the sort of man who breaks into people’s houses and waits in the dark. Who does that, Jason?”

  While she had been talking, he had walked across the room toward her. As she finished her sentence, he looked down at her, lowered his head until their lips were almost touching, and spoke:

  “Shut up.”

  With that, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her with less aggression than she had expected. Instead his lips brushed against hers, inviting her to a deeper kiss. Without thinking about it, she responded, her tongue playing against his mouth as their kiss deepened.

  He broke the kiss, swept his arm under her hips and lifted her up, carrying her toward her bedroom where her usually lonely double bed awaited. Jason tossed her onto it, then followed her down himself, removing his shirt as he went.

  “What are you going to do?” Katie asked the question defiantly as she laid there, partially sitting up, partially sprawled beneath him. “Tie me down? Force me to cum?”

  He shook his head and kissed her with a slow passion that made her head spin. “No,” he said when his lips were free. “I’m going to do the one thing I always wanted to do to you, but never got the chance.”

  “What? There was some way you didn’t dominate me? Some hole you didn’t get to use?” She spoke crudely, partly out of fear, partly out of desire to resist him and show him that she didn’t think of him fondly. His next seven words disarmed her completely.

  “I’m going to make love to you.”

  He kissed her again and this time the kiss did not end until both of them were effectively naked, clothes strewn across the bed as the lovers found their way around one another’s bodies.

  She was wet. Had been from the moment his lips first touched hers and ignited a thousand kinds of desire. Since leaving him, her nights had been long and lonely, and every little sexual impulse she’d had somehow turned to a thought of him. Now, with his cock pressing against her bare belly, then sliding down over her slit and against the flowering opening of her body, Katie felt as though she were in a dream. Never before had Jason been so tender. Never before had his gaze held so much need and desire.

  Katie arched her back as he slid inside her slowly, his cock filling her in a way that was familiar and so gentle. Slowly she was filled, his hard flesh a comfort and a pleasure as her pussy welcomed him back with clenching caresses of its own. She was lost again, mindless again, a creature of pure emotion as they made love with a languid pace that belied the intensity of the moment.

  Her hands were clasped to his face, her eyes searching his as his cock sluiced deep inside her, her wetness coating his flesh in a fluid embrace as they were joined over and over, giving way to true human need and love without any requirement for domination.

  He was her long-lost lover. He was the man she adored. He was everything. Katie wrapped her arms around him and held him close as he pumped his hips against her body, driving himself deeper, as if he could somehow become one with her forever if only they could be joined fully.

  Jason’s name was on her lips and in the beating of her heart and she felt the same passion from him as he whispered a thousand loving words in her ear. He picked her up, sitting back against his feet as she wrapped her legs around his waist and rode him slowly, looking deep into his eyes as her pussy quivered around his cock.

  “I love you,” he murmured against her lips. “I always have, and I always will.”

  Katie let out a little cry in response to his words. Her body was starting to climax; her cheeks, held in his strong hands, parted as he drew her up and down on his cock more insistently now, demanding not only the snug recesses of her body, but her pleasure too.

  “Come for me,” he said. “I want to feel your cunt wrapped around me tight. I want to know how you feel, Katie.”

  She never said a word in response, but threw her head back as a beautiful climax blossomed through her, starting at the nexus of their bodies and flowing outwards through the pair of them. Jason came just as she did, his cum shooting deep inside her as she writhed and ground her pussy against him, her greedy clit dancing against his pubic bone as their juices combined in frothy foam between them.

  He gently laid her back down on the bed and cuddled her close, pressing kisses to the back of her neck and to her shoulder. Her pussy still pulsing from orgasm, Katie closed her eyes and let herself sink against Jason’s body. She had been in her apartment for three months, but not felt at home until that moment.

  It seemed that suddenly, everything had become perfect. Jason was with her, loving her, not mentioning one thing about Oversight or being an agent. His hands were roaming her body tenderly, sliding over her hips and up her back and then down her arms. She let out a sigh of contentment and looked into his eyes.

  “What now?”

  “What now?” He cocked his head to the side in consideration, then pressed kisses along her neck and collarbone. “It’s tempting to kidnap you and take you back to Oversight with me.”

  The threat made a little trickle of excited fear trace down her spine. “Tempting to lock you up and have my way with you when I please. Maybe I’ll keep you as my fuck toy, Katie…”

  He slid his hands to her waist and pulled her hard against his body, making her feel his strength, his superior size. Once upon a time Katie might have been intimidated by it, but she knew better now. She smirked and shook her head.

  “You’re not going to do any of that.”

  “What makes you say that, Katie?” He ran his hand down over her bottom, his fingers massaging her cheeks possessively. “I’m the director of Oversight. I can do as I please.”

  “Yes,” she said. “You’re the Doctor. You’re the enemy agent. You’re the wild card. You’re the director of Oversight. You’re every villain ever rolled up into one man, aren’t you? But you know what?” She tapped him lightly on the nose with her forefinger. “I know something about you that nobody else does.”

  “What?” He ground the question out against her lips before pressing a crushing kiss to her mouth, which momentarily obliterated her ability to speak.

  “You’re secretly one of the good guys,” she informed him when his lips lifted from hers.

  His palm met her bottom with a slap that sounded like a gunshot. “You take that back, minx.”

  “You want me to believe that you came out of the blue and decided to become evil in three months?” Katie shook her head. “You made love to me first because you wanted to know if I still wanted you. If I’d told you to go to hell… what would you have done?”

  “Probably gone to hell,” he admitted.

  “You don’t want to take me by force,” she said. “You want me to want you. But that doesn’t fit with all this. With your silent helicopters, your lair, and your clandestine power. Why don’t you try something different, Jason? Why don’t you try just telling me the truth?”

  “You want the truth?” He took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. Here’s the truth. I love you, Katie. I always have. I always will. None of this matters if I don’t have you by my side. The five years I spent without you, there wasn’t a day that went by I didn’t think about you. And now, knowing I went through all of that and I’ve still lost you… it hurts. It hurts like hell. But you’re free now, and yes, I can kidnap you and carry you off in the middle of the night if I want. But I can’t make you love me, Katie. And that’s the only thing that matters.”

  Tears welled in Katie’s eyes. Finally he was trusting her. She knew all too well what a habit lying became. As a spy, everything was a lie, from your name, to the job you pretended to have, to the friends you made under a false identity. Jason probably hadn’t spoken words of pure truth in a lot longer than five years.

  Nor had she.

  “I love you,” she admitted. “I didn’t want to. I was scared of what it meant. Scared of coming back here. Becoming what I was. Scared that maybe you didn’t love me. That I was just a part of your plan. I haven’t felt anything real in a long time, Jason, but when you touch me. When I look into your eyes. That’s when I know what’s true.”

  “You’re everything to me,” Jason said earnestly. “You’re the reason I get up in the morning. You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing I think about when I go to sleep. The last three months, I’ve done nothing but think of you.”

  “And I haven’t been able to get you out of my head,” Katie said. “I think… we’re bonded, Jason. For better or worse. We’re two sides of the same coin. We’re always going to be connected.”

  “So will you stay with me, Katie? I don’t want you to be an agent. I don’t ever want to see your life at risk again. I need you by my side. Keeping me honest. And in return…” He slid his hand over the curve of her bottom. “I’ll keep you in line and make sure you’re never bored.”

  “I will on one condition,” she said. “You can never lie to me again, Jason. Not ever. Not about anything. I want the whole truth and nothing but the truth from you.”

  He nodded. “Agreed.”

  “I mean it,” she said, poking a finger into his broad chest. “If I find out you’ve lied to me about something, I’ll leave, and I won’t come back. And this time, I won’t be so easy to find.”

  “I believe you,” he said, taking her finger and pressing a kiss to it. “There will be no more secrets between us, Katie. Nothing. What I know, you will know. But that’s going to mean that you’re mine in every sense of the word. Every sense. I will expect obedience. I will enforce discipline. And if you step out of line… I will wear you out, my girl.”

  “You’re really letting the power go to your head,” Katie observed teasingly.

  “The price of being my confidante is being mine in every sense of the word,” Jason growled against her ear. “Do you think you can handle that, Katie?”

  “That’s not the question,” Katie replied as shivers of happy delight raced up and down her spine. “The question is, can you handle me?”

  “Oh, I know I can,” Jason said, nipping her ear. “And you know it too, don’t you.”

  “Maybe… oh, and one other condition,” Katie added.

  “What’s that, brat?”

  “I want to try some of Caroline’s toys on you,” Katie beamed devilishly. “They looked fun.”

  “Oh, you do, do you? Have a little of the dominatrix in you now, hmm, Katie?”

  “Oversight needs a dominant female,” Katie grinned. “And I’m the woman for the job.”

  “Just as long as you don’t get too dominant,” he replied. “But if you do, I’ll be here to put you over my knee and spank your bottom until you remember who is in charge.”

  “Deal,” she said, holding out her hand.

  Jason shook it and kissed her. “Deal.”

  The End

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