“Nothing,” Rachel said, handing him his coffee.
“What?”
“Nothing. I have a strict confidentiality agreement with my clients. How did you get her name?”
“I went through the files you keep in your briefcase.”
Rachel gasped, unable to believe what she was hearing. “What?”
“I knew you wouldn’t tell me who they were-that you couldn’t tell me-so I took it upon my-”
“Don’t you dare say it,” Rachel warned, grasping her coffee mug in white-knuckled hands. “You know that was completely out of bounds.”
He shrugged. “It may be your job to protect their privacy, but it’s my job to protect you. And I’m going to do anything I have to do. Now, tell me about this woman.”
“No!” Rachel said, unable to control her anger any longer. “Do you realize what you’ve done? You’ve put my professional reputation at stake here. If my clients aren’t completely assured of their privacy and my confidentiality, then they won’t come to me for help.”
Dec stood up and crossed the room, then grabbed her arms. “Listen closely. I don’t care. If this woman is out to get you, to hell with her confidentiality.”
“If you don’t care about this,” Rachel said, “then you can’t possibly care about me. I’m a licensed counselor who is expected to follow a code of ethics. This is my career.” With that, she turned and walked out of the bedroom. But once she did, she realized that she didn’t have any place to go.
Cursing, she went downstairs to the small laundry room off the back hallway. There, she found a skirt and a top she’d tossed in the dryer yesterday. She stripped out of her robe and tugged the clothes on, then slipped into a pair of flip-flops.
She was out the door before she even had a chance to think about what she was doing. But once she reached the street, Rachel realized that she really wasn’t in any danger. They’d been careful to keep her location at Dec’s house a secret.
Just to be sure, she headed in the opposite direction from her own house, toward a park a block and a half away. But she’d barely reached the corner, when Dec ran up behind her. He wore a pair of baggy cargo shorts and was barefoot.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Taking a walk,” she muttered. “Go home. I don’t want you with me.”
He reached out and grabbed her hand, but she yanked her arm away. “If you’re out here, then I’m with you,” he said.
“You had no right,” Rachel replied, turning on him. “That crossed the line.”
“It’s hard to tell where the fuckin’ line is,” he shouted. “Where’s the line going to be if you get hurt? Or if someone comes out of the dark and shoots you? Am I supposed to go back then and look for it? As far as I’m concerned, there’s no line when it comes to your life.”
Rachel spun around and continued walking, but he came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist, picking her up off her feet. The strength of him took her breath away and she fought against his grip.
“Let go of me!” she shouted.
“Not unless you promise to come back to the house,” Dec said.
“No, I want to take a walk.”
“Then you’re not going anywhere.”
Rachel kicked at his legs and suddenly, she hit him in exactly the right spot. He cried out in pain as his knee buckled beneath him and they both tumbled on to the soft grass of a neighbor’s front lawn. She landed on top of him and Dec rolled her over, pinning her arms above her head.
“We’re going home,” he said.
“Let go of me.”
He did as she asked, standing up beside her and rubbing his knee. “We can discuss this at home,” he murmured, holding out his hand to her.
Rachel sighed, then sat up, bracing her arms behind her. “All right,” she said. He grabbed her hand, helping her to her feet. Then he reached around and brushed the grass off the back of her skirt.
They walked in silence to the house. He held her hand, his fingers tangled in hers and when they reached the back door, he opened it and followed her inside. The moment the door closed behind him, he grabbed her, taking her face in his hands and kissing her. “Don’t you ever get angry at me for caring about you,” he murmured. “I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”
Rachel looked up into his eyes and she saw the frustration and anger there. She couldn’t blame him entirely. He probably wasn’t aware of the ethical rules she was bound to follow. And after a week on the case with no decent leads, he was probably desperate enough to risk her wrath. “You’ll forget her name and what you know about her, is that clear?”
He drew a deep breath and closed his eyes. Then he wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her to him. “All right. Just don’t ever run off like that again. You scared the shit out of me. I’m not sure what I’d do if something happened to you.”
His hands skimmed over her body as if he needed to reassure himself that she was here and safe. Rachel felt her anger toward him slowly dissolve and before long, she returned his touch, smoothing her palms over his naked chest.
He moaned softly as she first sucked, then bit his nipple. “That’s right,” he murmured. “I’ll take my punishment.”
She reached down and grabbed his crotch and squeezed it, just hard enough to cause a little pain and he sucked in a sharp breath. “I deserved that, too. Would you like to spank me?”
Rachel stepped back and looked directly into his eyes, the blue depths twinkling with humor. “This is serious.”
He reached up and smoothed his hand over her cheek. “Yes, it is,” he said.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him, tentatively at first and then with enough desire to prove to him that he was forgiven. But Dec wasn’t one to leave it at that. He took control of the kiss with his tongue, sweeping Rachel into an embrace that was more than just conciliatory.
When he tugged at the hem of her shirt, Rachel lifted her arms over her head. He wasn’t the only one who needed reassurance. They’d never argued like that before and she had been frightened at how angry she’d become. Dec had taken advantage and crossed the line, something that she never would have been able to forgive in another man. But forgiveness seemed to be the only thing possible now.
Dec lifted her up onto the edge of the kitchen counter and slowly teased at her nipple with his tongue. Rachel raked her hands through his tousled hair and smoothed her thumbs over his forehead, taking in all the details of his face. She’d grown so familiar with Dec that sometimes she forgot just how handsome he was.
Dec hooked his fingers in the waistband of her skirt and tugged it down, letting it drop onto the kitchen floor. Then he unbuttoned his shorts and they followed. He was already hard and ready and when he reached around and pulled her up against him, Rachel let out a soft cry of surprise.
He kissed her again, and his mouth ravaged hers, desperate to possess, to taste. Rachel drew his head back and looked into his eyes, but she could see only passion there. A thrill raced through her as she watched his desire build.
He leaned over and grabbed a bag from the counter behind her, then pulled out a box of condoms he’d purchased yesterday at the drugstore. Rachel laughed softly as she took them. “Did you leave these down here on purpose?”
“Maybe we should leave them all over the house,” he said, sucking on the skin below her ear.
Rachel opened the box of condoms, handing him one and he quickly smoothed it down over his stiff shaft. He pulled her to the edge of the counter and slowly entered her, the two of them watching as he buried himself to the hilt. A tiny sigh slipped from Rachel’s lips as Dec began to move.
If this was the way they settled all their arguments, then Rachel looked forward to having many more. It wasn’t difficult to forgive Dec anything, especially when he made her feel like this.
DEC SLOWLY PAGED THROUGH the catalog of sex toys, stopping every so often to examine a photo in closer detail. “You know, I’m getting pretty used to these little visits to Rachel’s House of Pleasure and Pain,” he teased. “I never know what I’m going to find.”
