When a mission goes sideways and leaves seasoned spy Arabella Nox with valuable information and a terrorist on her heels, she seeks out the one person on earth she hopes won't betray her: the husband she hasn't spoken to in years.
Felix Ibarra thought he'd put his past behind him, so he's shocked when Arabella shows up naked in his bed, warning him of an imminent threat. Then, to make things worse, she gets a job with his firm, Wyn Security, behind his back. It's clear there's more to her story, but trust doesn't come easily to either of them.
Can Felix and Arabella work together to banish a mutual enemy, or will the deep emotions that tore them apart the first time be their undoing once again?
This sexy cat-and-mouse game between former lovers will keep you on your toes all the way to the surprising ending.
Sensuality Level: Sensual
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“I’ve told you everything.” Her right eye stayed steady.
“That’s it? He’s gunning for me and probably close to being at my doorstep, and that’s all you’ve got?”
“Yep.” The “p” popped off her lips, and their plumpness stole his glance.
“You don’t know how many there are or whose guys he hired?”
“Nope.” This time her eyes flicked to his lips.
Well, fuck me running then, ’cause I need more to go off of than “they’re coming.” Maybe she had shown up only to warn him and leave. With her standing squarely in his personal space, it was hard to think.
“If this fucktard had listened to me five years ago, he could’ve saved his money.”
“Yep.” The sides of her eyes crinkled with satisfaction. She was fucking enjoying this.
If he could back away from her, he would. As it was, he was going to have to physically move her to escape her trap.
“Is that all you’re going to say now? One word answers?” There was a time and place for one word answers, like when asked “do you want fries with that?” but elaboration was required when you brought someone bad news and said you’re just trying to help out. Helping required words.
He probably had his own set of tells that she was well versed in. No doubt she was pushing his buttons on purpose.
She set the bottle down behind him, leaning close enough for him to get another strong whiff of warm amber salted with flowers, and skimmed his forearm with her fingertips on her retreat. The places she touched burned—the heat lit into him like only she had the power to do.
She searched his eyes, her hard shell disappearing. “Kiss me,” she whispered.
His brows rose. Muscle memory egged him to comply. After the last time they’d spent together, he’d never guess in a million years she’d be standing in his apartment asking for a kiss. Attraction between them had never been simple.
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