Bared to You: A Crossfire Novel

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“Don’t you want to come, Eva?” he purred in that voice that could lure me into hel with a dreamy smile. “Isn’t that what you’ve been working toward al night?” My neck arched as his lips drifted across my throat.

“Only when you say I can,” I gasped. “Only…when you say.”

“Angel.” One hand moved to my face, brushing back the strands of hair that clung to the perspiration on my skin. He kissed me deeply, reverently, licking deep into my mouth.

Yes…

“Come for me,” he coaxed, quickening his pace.

“Come, Eva.”

On command, the orgasm struck me like a blow, shocking my system with an overload of sensation.

Wave after wave of pulsing heat rol ed through me, contracting my sex and tightening my core. I cried out, first with an inarticulate sound of agonized pleasure, then with his name. Chanting it over and over as he drove his beautiful cock into me, prolonging my climax, before pushing me into another one.

“Touch me,” he rasped, as I fel apart beneath him.

“Hold me.”

Freed from his command to hold the pil ow, I bound him to my sweat-slick body with arms and legs. He pounded deep and hard, driving strenuously toward his climax.

He came with a growl, his head thrown back as he spurted into me for long minutes. I held him until our bodies cooled and our breathing evened.

When Gideon final y rol ed off me, he didn’t go far.

He wrapped himself around my back and whispered,

“Sleep now.”

I don’t remember if I stayed awake long enough to reply.

Monday mornings could be awesome, when they began with Gideon Cross. We rode to work with my back propped against his side and his arm slung over my shoulder so that his fingers could link with mine.

As he toyed with the ring he’d given me, I kicked out my legs and eyed the classic nude heels he’d bought me along with some outfits to wear on the occasions I slept over. To start out the new week, I’d decided on a black pinstriped sheath dress with a thin blue belt that reminded me of his eyes. He had excel ent taste; I had to give him that.

Unless he was sending one of his brunette

“acquaintances” out on buying sprees…?

I pushed the unpleasant thought aside.

When I’d checked out the drawers he had set aside for me in his bathroom, I found al of my usual cosmetics and toiletries in al my usual shades. I didn’t bother to ask how he knew, which might’ve led to me freaking out. Instead, I chose to look at it as more proof of his attentiveness. He thought of everything.

The highlight of my morning had been helping Gideon dress in one of his seriously sexy suits. I’d buttoned his shirt; he’d tucked it into his pants. I’d fastened his fly; he had knotted his tie. He’d shrugged into his vest; I’d smoothed the finely tailored material over his equal y fine shirt, amazed to find that it could be just as sexy putting clothes on him as it was to take them off. It was like wrapping my own gift.

The world would see the beauty of the packaging, but only I knew the man inside it and how precious he was. His intimate smiles and his deep husky laugh, the gentleness of his touch and the ferocity of his passion were al reserved for me.

The Bentley bounced lightly over a pothole in the road and Gideon tightened his hold. “What’s the plan after work?”

“I get to start my Krav Maga classes today.” I couldn’t keep the excitement out of my voice.

“Ah, that’s right.” His lips brushed over my temple.

“You know I’m going to have to watch you go through dril s. Just thinking about it makes me hard.”

“Didn’t we already establish that everything makes you hard?” I teased, nudging him with my elbow.

“Everything about you. Which is lucky for us, since you’re insatiable. Text me when you’re done and I’l meet you at your place.”

Digging in my purse, I pul ed out my smartphone to see if it stil had a charge and saw a message from Cary. I opened it and found a video plus a text; Does

X know his bro is a douche? Stay away

from CV, baby girl *smooches*

I started the playback but it took me a minute to figure out what I was seeing. When comprehension set in, I froze.

“What is it?” Gideon asked with his lips in my hair.

Then he stiffened behind me, which told me he was looking over my shoulder.

Cary had filmed the video at the Vidal’s garden party. From the eight-foot-high hedges in the background, he was in the maze, and from the leaves framing the screen, he was in hiding. The star of the show was a couple locked in a passionate embrace.