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Terrorism expert Shana Adams has hidden her telepathic talents for her own safety. The Federation would throw her in jail, or worse, condemn her to death. She’s ignored her talents for so long, she is stunned when they come rushing back to life revealing not only her boss Marcus Carlyle‘s attraction to her, but the plot to kill him.
Raised by one of the leaders who fought to imprison anyone with special abilities, Marcus has never been a man who trusted easily. There is something about his new employee he can’t seem shake, but he is sure it has more to do with having her in his bed than anything else. Still, there is a part of him that knows trusting her is the right thing to do.
When a criminal organization stealing secrets jeopardizes her boss’ life, secret telempath Shana Adams risks everything to uncover the truth and save Marcus. Drawn into a dangerous web of passion and suspicion, she’ll offer Marcus more than her body to survive.
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Her voice was deeper than her usual tone. His eyes darkened and the images flickered. So many different ideas, she couldn’t grasp onto one. Hot, wet skin. His voice and hers. Every nerve ending in her body shimmered and tightened. Her blood heated and pulsed between her legs. Her head spun from the barrage of images flashing through her mind.
Something in the way she looked at him must have alerted him to her arousal. A look of pure, unadulterated lust darkened his eyes, and without a word, he rose from his chair and walked around his desk. He stood in front of her, and her gaze was drawn to his raging erection. He took her hand, and pulled her out of the seat. They stood inches apart, his body heat warming her breasts. He placed a hand on the small of her back and eased her closer. His cock pressed into her waist, and she dampened in response.
“Do you know the main reason why I didn’t want to hire you?” he whispered against her ear. She shivered. “I spent the whole interview fantasizing about you, thinking about what you would taste like here.” He touched her mouth with his callused index finger. “And here.” His finger glided over her erect nipple, past her belly button, and finally he pressed his palm against her clit. “And especially here.”
Her muscles tightened in anticipation, but he kept his touch feather light. Slowly, his finger brushed over her clit and then pressed slightly against it. She moaned in frustration. He chuckled. She shuddered as the deep, rich sound sank into her bones, warming her from the inside out.
“Marcus, this isn’t a good idea.” But even she heard the surrender in her voice. He pressed harder against her clit, and she moved to increase the pressure.
“I’ve never known you to be quite so impatient, Ms. Adams.”
Dark and seductive, his voice was a heated whisper across her skin. He moved his hand from between her legs and cupped her face. The scent of her arousal rose from his fingers. Gaining courage, she willed herself to meet his eyes. They burned with fiery passion so intense, it jolted her senses and seized control of her thoughts.
Sizzling images and sounds bombarded her mind. The lushness of the visions—their tangled bodies; hot, slippery, messy sex; silk sheets—washed over her. He bent his head, keeping his eyes open as he pressed his lips against hers. Never in her life had her gift overpowered her like this. While he nipped at her lower lip, his gaze dared her to break contact, to refuse this intimacy. His hands slid down, brushed the sides of her breasts with the lightest touch, then moved to cup her rear end. Her sex throbbed with need so great she whimpered when he pressed her closer, allowing her to feel his long, thick cock.
While he continued the sensuous assault on her body, the images of his fantasies, of his wants and desires, flooded her mind, constantly keeping her off balance. His thoughts continued to overpower her own. Each one more intense than the last, increasing with his arousal.
His tongue darted out, licking at her lips. Without a thought, she opened her mouth to him. The pictures in her mind darkened, growing more vivid as his tongue swept past her lips and into her mouth. Her eyes slid closed in surrender as he took complete possession of her mouth and her mind.
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