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  She laughed and sniffed. “I can’t handle him on my own.” Aislinn looked him straight in the eye and took a leap of faith. “And I don’t want to anymore.”

  “Fuck, baby, you don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that. So. A bath?”

  “Definitely.”

  “Let’s hit it then.” He stood and scooped her off the bed.

  “Put me down,” she squealed.

  “Pfft. Put a little more strength behind your request.”

  “I can’t,” she murmured and settled her head on his shoulder. She loved being in his arms. He made her feel cherished, not like an object, and she was starting to think she’d never be the same without him.

  “All right.” Kyle set her on the commode. “Can you sit there on your own?” He steadied her when she tilted to the side.

  Her arms and legs felt like wiggly Jell-O and the shag rug in front of the most gigantic tub she’d ever seen looked more than inviting. Soft and fluffy. Maybe she needed another nap.

  “Stay,” he said, propping her against the toilet’s tank.

  She snorted. “I’m not a dog.”

  His gaze roamed hotly over every inch of her body and his nostrils flared. She squirmed under the scrutiny.

  “No, you are certainly not a dog, sweetheart.”

  He looked like he was going to step closer and strip her bare of the…Aislinn stared at the shirt she wore, plucking at it. “Hmm.”

  “Yes, I did it. I undressed you and stuffed your pretty little body into a clean shirt. You wanted to sleep in the disgusting clothes you were wearing?” One of his eyebrows lifted, daring her to say yes. He crossed his muscled-packed arms before propping a hip on the sink.

  His groin sat eye level to her. Aislinn licked her lips and nibbled on the lower one. She knew what lurked behind the zipper of his fly. Had felt it pressed along her lower back anyway. Besides, all’s fair in love and war, right? He’d obviously gotten a sneak peek at her when he’d changed her clothes sometime in the night. Why shouldn’t she get to have a little—

  “Hey. Honey.” He snapped his fingers until she jerked her gaze to his. “Not gonna happen. I’d have you worn out after one kiss, you’re so weak.”

  She curled her top lip in contempt and her shoulders sagged. He was right, damn it. Kyle stepped out of temptation’s reach and started the water in the Jacuzzi-style tub. Soon steam rose from the bubbling water and her mouth practically watered. She couldn’t wait to sink into its depths, letting those jets pound every bit of her body. Every bit.

  God, she groaned silently. She’d spent all night puking, but her sex didn’t seem to care.

  “So are you gonna go or what?”

  The man had grown a second head for sure. “Not with you in here,” she said with as much indignant menace as she could muster.

  Kyle sighed. “I’ve already seen all of you.”

  “So? You haven’t seen me go to the bathroom.” Her cheeks had to be fire engine red.

  He winced at her shrill outburst. “Fine. But I’m going to be right outside that door until I hear you get in the tub. Someone’s gotta come rescue your ass when you fall on your face,” he muttered, stomping out of the bathroom like a petulant child.

  She should have swallowed her pride and let him help her, she thought five minutes later. Still standing, albeit very wobbly next to the tub, she didn’t have the strength to lift her leg over the edge.

  “If you say ‘I told you so’,” she called through the crack in the door, “I will kill you.”

  Kyle brushed back in. “You and what army, baby?”

  “One of my feet planted in your ass ought to be enough, don’t you think?” she declared sweetly. She studiously ignored his rough hands on her skin as he lifted her into the tub. Her nipples didn’t. They hardened into stiff little peaks and begged for those fingers. Her pussy responded in kind.

  “Settled?” His voice cracked.

  Ah good. She wasn’t the only one affected. When he straightened, she saw his cock, hard and pressing against his fly. Aislinn smiled and melted into the heavenly hot water.

  “I think so,” she purred just to egg him on.

  Kyle growled, “Payback will be a bitch, you know that, right?”

  “Mmm.” She didn’t care. At this moment in time all of her attention was held captive by the jets of water cascading over sore muscles.

  “I’m coming back in twenty minutes whether you’re ready or not,” he grumbled.

  She nodded and scooted further under until the water reached her chin, and closed her eyes.

  She was sound asleep when he gave up waiting for her to come out. Surprised she hadn’t slipped under and drowned, Kyle knelt next to the tub, crossed his arms and propped his chin on his forearm.

  “Your twenty minutes are up,” he said softly.

  Aislinn’s scream came out more like a wobbly squawk, thanks to the chafing of her throat. Her body jerked, sloshing water over the edge and soaking him in the process.

  “Jesus, Kyle, you scared the crap out of me,” she sputtered. Water ran in rivulets down her chest and over her hardened nipples, drawing his attention as if she had a strobe light there.

  Placing the pad of his finger against the deep mauve-colored flesh, he caught a drip. She gasped and her gaze flew to where he took the tip between his thumb and forefinger.

  “I’m going to taste these sweet nipples, baby. Suck them into my mouth as far as they’ll go until they’re hard as rocks.” He tugged it. “Stay,” he commanded when she leaned forward following his pull.

  Aislinn arched her back and held still when he repeated the action, stretching her breast. He released the soft tissue and lifted the slight weight in his palm. “You are perfect.” He swooped in and placed a chaste kiss on first one then the other. Her chest vibrated with her low moan.

  He had to taste more of her. Kyle patted the edge of the tub. “Time to get out.”

  “What?”

  Smiling at the squeak, he repeated himself and jerked his thumbs up in the air. “Up.” He reached in and started lifting her beneath her arms.

  “Kyle, I…”

  “Aislinn?”

  Big eyes peered back at him, not with fear, but a mixture of trepidation and excitement. Her nostrils flared and the tip of her little pink tongue darted out a second before she caught her bottom lip again.

  Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “What’d I say about biting on this?” He kissed her with tender lips. “Now, up.”

  Taking a deep breath, she rose slowly with his help, revealing every glorious bit of skin to him, inch by agonizing inch. Her hands instinctively reached to cover her pussy.

  “Uh-uh. Mine,” he scolded, taking hold of both hands and guiding her to the spot he’d chosen on the rug beside the tub.

  “I’m dripping everywhere, Kyle,” she hissed, skin a rosy pink from the bathwater. “At least get me a towel.”

  “That’s what the rug’s for, sweetheart, and no, I don’t want you covering up all this skin.” Kyle took care to make sure she was comfortable before carefully spreading her thighs for his perusal.

  Aislinn tried to close her legs and Kyle had a feeling she was more embarrassed than unwilling. He was about to cure her of her embarrassment really quickly.

  Kyle trapped her knees with his hands. “Leave them, Aislinn, or I swear I will spank your fine ass, shitty night or not. Just feel.”

  Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession. Starting at one knee, he kissed and licked, nibbled and sucked his way up her thigh, getting close but skipping over the heat of her to do the same to the other leg. She whimpered and her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

  Kyle worked his way back across, this time giving her what she silently demanded. Her breathy groan along with the tightening of her inner thighs was his reward. She was in no way immune to him.

  With his thumbs he parted the lips of her sex, baring the tight entrance oozing with her juices. Time to feast. He licked from the bottom of her slit to
the top, scooping up the cream along the way. His tongue flicked over the tiny bundle of nerves still hidden beneath its hood. Aislinn tensed again.

  Where were the sexy noises he wanted to hear? He looked up at her face. Tilted back in obvious pleasure, she had a hold of that lip again with those teeth.

  He’d be goddamned if she thought she needed to be silent with him. He pulled back the skin covering her clit, wrapped his lips around her sweet spot and sucked. She bucked against his mouth, but otherwise remained mute.

  Using his forefinger, he slipped through her folds and swirled his tongue over the nub, continuing his assault. He penetrated slowly into her with a finger, easing his way, feeling her stretch around his digit and wishing like hell it was his cock. Tight as hell, her sheath squeezed his finger, gripping him and drawing him deeper.

  Using the flat of his tongue, Kyle swept down to meet his finger, lapping at everything she poured out for him. Her breath came in shallow pants, and by now his shoulders had permanent marks from her nails. No sound.

  One finger became two when he thought she was ready for more, and he pumped them in and out. A tiny moan, an insight into her contentment, slipped from her lips. He reached up and thumbed a nipple, adding another sensation. A third finger joined the first two. Her cream coated his hand, slid down his palm, filled his tongue. He could drown on her essence.

  Aislinn grunted and threw a hand behind her head. He was getting close.

  The tip of his tongue flicked at her swollen clit and she squeaked louder this time. He let go of her breast and focused on the nerve-rich point. With two fingers he pulled back the hood and relentlessly tongued it.

  “Oh, God,” she cried. “Kyle.”

  That’s what he wanted.

  Increasing the pace of his thrusting fingers, he finished her off, sucking on her clit and curving his finger inside to reach her G-spot. Unable to keep it in any longer, she screamed. Her legs went rigid, clasping his body between them, and her toes pointed. Kyle continued stroking her pussy, bringing her down from the high, lapping up every bit of release until her thighs went boneless beside him.

  He massaged her legs from hip to toes. She giggled when he touched the soles of her feet. Finally she looked at him, her face glowing with satiation. It quickly turned to questioning. He knew what was coming. He could read it in her expression.

  She wondered if she was supposed to reciprocate now. Kyle wanted to smash David’s face into a pile of shit for creating this kind of insecurity in her.

  “Bed,” Kyle whispered, and then cringed when her eyes practically bugged out. He hadn’t meant for that to sound like he wanted more from her right this second. “You need to sleep some more,” he reassured her.

  She sagged in relief. Before he could stand to help her up, she reached out and cupped his cheek.

  “Thank you, Kyle.”

  “Mmm.” He licked his lips. “Thank you. Best dessert I’ve ever had.”

  He got her dried off and settled back in his bed in ten minutes. “How’s the belly, sweetheart?”

  She sighed and snuggled in. “Much better, thanks to you.”

  Damn. If he didn’t have so much to do to get ready for the party tonight, he’d join her. Spoon his way around her body and hold her in her sleep.

  “I didn’t do anything.”

  “You did.” She yawned.

  “Get some sleep, Aislinn, and don’t worry about tonight. I’ve got everything under control.”

  “Oh my God, Kyle! I totally forgot about the party.” Sweeping her legs over the edge, she tried to stand.

  “Whoa, uh-uh, sweetcheeks. Back in bed. You’re not doing anything. I told you I have everything taken care of. Sleep so you can join us. Please,” he added when she looked ready to run out the door and start pitching one of the massive tents outside.

  She looked at him again, still unsure. “You promise you’ll come get me if you need me?”

  “Absolutely,” he lied, settling her a second time. There wasn’t anything left for her to do and he wanted her to be awake for the party. Mostly because he wanted her within sight rather than dead asleep in his bed where he couldn’t keep an eye on her all the time. If David had found her again, this was an opportunity he might not pass up to try and get to her. A big crowd of people and lots of distractions.

  He’d run into a lot of security if he thought he could try something tonight though. Plainclothes guards would be milling about and each of them would have a picture of David in hand. He’d done what he could to ensure the man couldn’t crash the party but he wasn’t God. Demented people had their own life plans and if David’s included showing up here, Kyle would just have to be ready for him.

  “Okay,” she relented.

  She was asleep before he closed the door.

  Chapter Seven

  “Aislinn? Hey, yoohoo.”

  Aislinn whipped her gaze to Chris. The fireworks had ended several minutes ago and the party was starting to disperse.

  “Damn, girl, why am I always saying that to you?” Chris laughed. “You’re always off in your own little world.”

  Fantastic. Caught staring into the flames of the huge bonfire Kyle had created as a centerpiece for the party. Aislinn released the death grip she had on the lawn chair’s armrests and swallowed back the repeat vision she’d had of Kyle. It hadn’t helped. Hadn’t given her any more information. She still didn’t know whose kitchen he was in or when it would happen. Hell she couldn’t even see the attacker’s face. What kind of clairvoyant was she?

  “I heard what happened last night, Ais. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. I’m fine, now,” she murmured. Well-rested too, since Kyle hadn’t let her out of bed until about an hour before the guests started arriving. So far no one had questioned her being the first one present.

  “Why should they?” Kyle had asked her. “You’re my PA. In every way now,” he’d said huskily, kissing her breath away. She’d wanted to drag him into the bed she’d spent all day in and devour him like he’d devoured her next to the tub.

  “Sheesh. Scary shit. You should have called me,” Chris said.

  “Oh, well, I—”

  “Oowee. Would you look who just showed up. I swear that man could melt butter on those abs. Damn. Any time he wants to come sans shirt to work, I certainly won’t complain.” Chris whistled softly.

  Why the hell was he naked from the waist up? He sure hadn’t been like that when the party had started a few of hours ago. A sudden burst of jealousy shot through Aislinn and she tamped it down. Chris wasn’t interested in Kyle. In fact… Yep, there they were. TJ and Jonathan were both within hearing distance. And both were glaring at Chris like they wanted to haul her into the trees and make her forget all about Kyle.

  Aislinn had no doubt Chris knew they were there too, which is why she was making such a big deal out of Kyle’s appearance. Why the woman wouldn’t just take what was being offered, Aislinn didn’t know. Perhaps she had issues with men similar to Aislinn’s.

  She glanced up and saw the longing in Chris’s eyes. The desire was there, but something most definitely held her back.

  “He is sex on two feet, doncha think?” Chris blurted.

  Aislinn nearly choked. Couldn’t be more obvious, could she? “The man is your boss, Chris. You see him every day.” Plus, he’s mine, she wanted to snarl, but knew Chris’s aim wasn’t Kyle.

  “Who cares? Oh, good, his groupies are here too,” she said, acting as if she’d just noticed them.

  Aislinn chuckled.

  “So what are you doing for your birthday tomorrow? The big three-oh, huh?” Chris planted herself on the ground next to Aislinn’s chair and dug into the plate of food she’d carried over.

  Aislinn’s stomach turned. Whether it was the sight of food making her queasy or the thought that Kyle’s demise still loomed in his future, she didn’t know.

  Trying to play cool, she shrugged. “Nothing.” There wasn’t anyone around to celebrate with except Kyle, and a bir
thday party wasn’t what she had in mind with him. She groaned and crossed her legs as her pussy throbbed in remembrance of the orgasm he’d brought her to.

  “I bet you had a blast as a kid with your birthday on the Fourth of July. You must have had some awesome parties. Lots of fireworks and food and all that shit,” Chris mumbled around a hot wing.

  Aislinn lifted a shoulder again. “It’s my mom’s birthday too. We sort of shared our party.”

  “Really?”

  “Uh-huh. My grandmother’s too.” Aislinn stared through the bonfire at Kyle who’d taken a seat opposite her, next to one of his managers. No doubt so he could keep an eye on her like he’d warned. Somewhere in this crowd of people were other security officers waiting for something to happen.

  David wouldn’t show his face here though, she knew. Despite his treatment and stalking of her, the man was a coward in front of others.

  She watched Kyle speak over his shoulder to TJ and laugh at whatever his friend said back.

  “No shit? How’d that happen?” Chris asked.

  Aislinn scrambled to remember what they’d been talking about before her mind had wandered. Oh, yeah, birthdays. Some kind of freaky quirk of the time-space continuum, probably, she wanted to say.

  “Don’t know.”

  In reality, Aislinn and her female ancestors were some kind of freaks. In her family, if you were the first daughter of a first daughter, you were born on Independence Day. You were also blessed with unruly red hair, moss green eyes—and a gift, as her mother called it—to see the future. How the traits had been passed through the females no one knew, since science had already proven it was the male who determined the sex of children. So far no males had ever been born into her family. Maybe Kyle could change…

  No! Good Lord, what was she thinking?

  She returned her gaze to him. He had one hand suspended in midair, supported by his elbow on the armrest. His thumb and forefinger idly rubbed together, an action she’d seen him do numerous times. Aislinn swallowed back a groan. Her nipples tightened beneath the T-shirt she’d found at the foot of his bed when she’d woken. Sweat trickled between her breasts and down the small of her back. Ack. She hated being hot and sticky. The man across from her might be able to break her of that particular discomfort in bed—she gasped at the direction of her thoughts and swiped at her hot cheeks with her hands. The back of her neck tingled and she realized she’d been staring at Kyle all this time.