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“I haven’t had to use it yet. Not officially, anyway. Why?”

“Well, I need a new secretary. Mine is…utterly useless,” he said in the nicest way possible. “What do you think about coming to work with me?”

Zoe perked up immediately. “Really? You’d hire me?”

He crawled onto the bed and knelt next to her. “Of course. Though, I probably should start calling you ‘Clara’ again. I can also ask Keys to get you an entirely new identity. One that we know is secure.”

“He can do that?” she gasped.

He nodded. “Pretty sure there’s not much that man can’t do with a computer.”

Zoe bit her lip. “I miss being Zoe. Not Davis’s Zoe or Zoe Rutterson. I miss feeling like me. Just Zoe.”

“We’ll talk to Keys in the morning,” he promised her. “Figure out your options, but I would love for you to come to work for me.” He ran his hand down her arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Though I might have to install shades in my office. Not sure I’d be able to survive a full workday with you without needing some private time.”

Zoe leaned up and pressed her lips to his. “I’m not on birth control. Do you have condoms?”

He nodded. “I do.”

His kiss was soft but filled with devotion. Slowly, he brought his arms around her. Zoe pressed closer and opened her mouth for him. Carlos dipped his tongue inside, deepening their kiss. She couldn’t help the whimper of desire that escaped her.

In a way, despite the fact that they had only been on one date and their first kiss had only been a few hours before in his cruiser, Zoe felt closer to Carlos than she ever had Davis. Carlos was real in a way Davis never was or could have been. For Davis, it was all about him. If he did this, then he got that. With Carlos, though, it was all about her. If he did this, then she got that. Call her selfish, but Zoe could do with a bit of pampering in her life. Not too much, but just enough to make this feeling of cherishment last forever.

Carlos separated from her for only a moment to take off his undershirt. Zoe’s hand raised as if magnetized. She wasn’t expecting him to have so much chest hair. She ran her fingers through it. He let her play for a moment before drawing her back to him.

Together, they stood up on their knees. A shiver ran threw her as his hand journeyed downward to her breast.

He paused. “Are you okay?”

Zoe had to take a deep breath and assessed her reaction. Finally, she nodded. “Yes. I… It’s been a long time. I think I just forgot.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t ever hesitate to tell me ‘no’ or to ask me to stop. I will never take what you are not willing to give, Zo. I am here,” he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, “for your pleasure. Not the other way around.”

Another shiver went through her—only this one was for an entirely different reason. “How about we pleasure each other?”

Carlos’s smile was sinful. “Fuck yeah.”

Zoe sat back and lifted the hem of her nightdress over her head. She knelt before him completely bare. Her breasts weren’t overly large, but bigger than before she’d had Kyle. She still bore the stretch marks from her pregnancy as well as some flab around her middle. Davis had hated the fact that she had not gone back to her one-hundred-and ten, size three body following his birth. But Carlos?

The look in his eyes as he stared at her naked form… Zoe felt nothing but beautiful. If it wasn’t so soon for them, she would have sworn she also saw love.

Carlos reached for her breasts again. She closed her eyes against the onslaught of emotions she saw on his face, wanting to concentrate on the feel of his touches. His tongue on her nipple surprised her and she nearly jumped.

He left a trail of kisses along her breast to the valley between and to the other. He continued upward to her shoulder and neck then switched to her other side.

Slowly he laid her back onto the pillows. He carefully arranged himself between her legs and she was so grateful she’d shaved that morning.

“You deserve to be worshiped every day of your life, Zoe, and I plan to be the man who falls at your altar.”

He dipped his head down, running his tongue up and down her slit. Zoe let out a low whimper. “Carlos, I’ve never…”

He picked up his head. “Never what?”

She refused to say that bastard’s name. He had no place in bed with her and Carlos. “No one’s ever gone down on me.”

“No one?” Carlos looked stunned and Zoe shook her head. “Utter fools. I plan on going down on you multiple times a day.”

Zoe gasped out in shock and then in pleasure as he took her clit into his mouth. He devoured her sex like he was a starving man and she was a three-course meal. Heat rose from her core as he sucked and lapped at her wet folds. Carefully, he slid a finger into her center, searching, searching…