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Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
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“Are you hungry?” he asks.

“Hmm?”

“Food. Do you want something to eat? I suppose hot chocolate can only hold you over for so long.”

“You knew what I ordered?”

“You’re a hard girl to miss, Roxanne.” My stomach turns. A flare of irritation fills me. I don’t care for him calling me a name that’s not mine. I try to push the feeling away the best that I can. I mean I’m being ridiculous, right? It shouldn’t matter what name he uses.

“What do you mean?” I step closer to him. “I enjoy blending in. What was it about me that stood out to you?”

“You’re beautiful. Your baggy clothes hide nothing.”

I open and then close my mouth. I was not expecting that. Is he really attracted to me?

“Prettier than the girl who made your coffee?” I can’t help but to ask. I mean, a girl needs to know these things.

“Without question,” he says without missing a beat. He also takes a step closer to me, causing me to get butterflies in my stomach.

“Are you a farmer?” What the heck? Why did I choose this moment to ask that? Obviously, my nerves are taking over and I’m just blurting out random things.

“At times.” He moves even closer.

“Are you going to kiss me? You keep looking at my mouth.”

“Would you stop me?”

“I should.”

“That’s not a no.” His hands cup my cheeks. His thumbs go under my jaw to tilt my head back. I don’t stop him. I let my head fall back and watch as his mouth descends onto mine. My eyes fall closed. His mouth is soft. I’m not sure what I was expecting. His hands are rough, but his kiss isn’t.

When his tongue glides across the seam of my lips, I part them for him. He takes that opportunity to dip inside my mouth. I grip the front of his shirt. My fingers take hold of him as I kiss him back. My moan is met with a deep groan from him.

The next thing I know, I’m in his lap, straddling him. My hips rock against the bulge in his pants. “You’re turned on.”

He grins at me. “Yeah, Ace, I’m turned on. You’re in my lap.”

“Ace?”

“An Ace, often unexpected.”

“I’ll allow it,” I say before I kiss him again. Thoughts of anything else leave my mind. I wrap my body around his. I could do these kisses forever. My whole chest is warm. A buzz of excitement unlike any I’ve ever felt before hums through my whole body. It’s addicting.

“Ace,” Owen groans. My eyes flutter open, and I see I’m now on my back, laid out on his couch. “We should stop.”

“I don’t want to.” I press my hips upward to rub myself against him. The throb between my legs is unbearable. “I need—” I lick my lips.

“I got you.” His hand slips down the front of my baggy pants and into my panties. “You’re bare.” He groans again. His nose flares. He likes that.

“It’s cleaner. I try—” My words die on my lips when two of his rough fingers find my clit. He presses them firmly against me, making small circles. “Owen.” I dig my nails into him. Holy crap. Am I going to come already? How many times have I tried to do this myself and failed each and every time? I’ve quit trying.

“Go on, let it out, Ace. Come for me.” His mouth is at my ear. “Say my name.” He nips at my neck.

“Owen!” I cry out his name as the pleasure shoots through my body. I shake with the euphoria of it. He holds me close as my body comes down from the sensation.

Slowly Owen pulls his fingers out of my pants. I watch as he licks them clean. Reality starts to settle in around me. And it doesn’t have anything to do with Agent Duffy’s mission. It’s me remembering the tag I have on and thinking about how Ocean might have heard every second of what just happened.

From nowhere, jealousy fills me. It’s irrational, but I can’t help it.

“Do you bring lots of girls home and do this?” I need to find out about all past lovers. My mission is slowly changing. I could learn something from them about Owen. There would be lots of information there. I could also kill their credit scores or do other things.

“No.”

I glare up at him. He only smiles.

“Well, then you should keep it that way.” I sit up, wondering what I’m supposed to do now. He doesn’t rebuff my comment forbidding him from kissing or touching other women. Did I make it clear enough? “It’s Wednesday,” I blurt out when the silence starts to grow—or maybe it didn’t. I might be cutting off his chance to get me out of here. I’m not going anywhere. Yet.

“It is.” His smile grows.

“I eat spaghetti on Wednesdays.”


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